Ca’ Lucchenzo: A Future Forward Italian Restaurant Opens in East Towne Tosa

How many restaurant owners do you know that would welcome a perfect stranger off the streets into a private, by invitation gathering of friends and family for a soft launch of their new restaurant?

How many serve their food on an exquisitely curated, eclectic selection of fine china purchased over the years at local estate sales?

How many Italian restaurants have you been to where you can watch fresh pasta being made by hand while you eat, much less eat freshly made pasta in a host of dishes?

How many have servers who have stepped away from tenured academic positions because of their passion for educating customers about fine wine?

Perhaps these few facts can give you a feeling for the remarkable spirit of Ca’ Lucchenzo, a new Italian restaurant that has just opened in Wauwatosa at the site of the former Juniper 61.

My journey to Ca’ Lucchenzo began on a recent Saturday when I took an extra-long walk west into the sunset, basking in the return of sunlight after what seemed like weeks of cold and cloudy weather. Finding myself many miles from home, I decided to look for a place to grab a bite on North Avenue where I happened upon the “soft launch” of Ca’ Lucchenzo at the site of the former Juniper 61. To my utter surprise, rather than being told there was no room in the Inn, the owner herself invited me to stay and enjoy a meal on the house.

Everything about Ca’ Lucchenzo is simply magical and it starts with the décor. In my experience, most fine dining Italian restaurants go to one of two extremes. They either try to separate the food from the culture of Italy, serving hip versions of Italian food in a hip American setting. Or they try to serve very authentic Italian food in a classic, old world sort of setting. Fun as this is, I often can’t throw off the feeling that I’m on camera in some kind of movie set.

Let me be clear; I am big fan of Michael Feker and what he has done with Il Mito a little further up on North Ave. Michael is a genius  in my opinion and of the second kind of Italian restaurant, Il Mito just can’t be beat. But what Sarah and Zachary Baker of Ca Lucchenzo have done I find to be at a whole other level. They have created something like a higher synthesis of these two extremes.

The place feels Italian in an essential, timeless sort of way…the subdued, shimmering shades of blue on the walls and the chrome detail work are right out of the color palette of a Raphael painting or other old world master…and yet, short of a few Italian tiles on the floor, there is not a single nod to the old world in the decor.  It is modern, sleek, subdued but breathes that essential perfume of the Mediterranean…the lavender and rosemary of the soul.

All this is fitting because at Ca” Luchenzo the real star is the food. As I was offered this meal free of charge, modesty permitted me to try only two dishes that night but I can tell you, this was far and away the best Italian food I had ever eaten. I am not a professional restaurant reviewer so I won’t even try to describe the dishes or the experience. All I can say is that, like the décor, the food tasted both quintessentially Italian and modern in the best sense…free of the movie set mode, I felt like I was wading into the Mediterranean Sea itself, tasting with my whole body the universal, timeless gifts of the Italian ethos…and what a gift it was!

I suggest you check out this restaurant soon because when the word get out to the foodie community that one of finest restaurants in Milwaukee has just opened on in East Towne Tosa, getting a reservation is going to be mighty difficult.

You can check out their menu here 

and their website here


Summer Revelations

Summer Revelations

Selections from my Summer Journal


Camping in the Driftless

I had not fished in many years but suddenly had the thought to try again and realized I still had my old pole tucked away in my camper van.

Casting my line into the water, I began to notice a subtle effect, a delicate connection between me and the surface of the water, the surface tension, the surface membrane of the water. I came into her line of sight and she into my mine. My soul was widened. This went on for days. I touched the water and she touched me. I caught no fish, but I began to understand the deeper appeal of fishing.

Then one evening I landed a fish and not a small one at that. The tug of her body on my line called forth a most exquisite feeling–a cry of joy for every spot on her blessed brook trouted back echoed through the coulee. I removed the hook, cradled her in my hands, raised up her glowing body and shallow breath to the last rays of twilight and then released her back into the stream.

And so I thought my fishing story was now over, completed in this wild splash of joy and accomplishment. Only later that night, when meditating on my day, did I discover that my soul-line was still attached to my blessed brook trout and that through her I could feel the beingness of the stream itself and the cooling crevice it creases like a furrow into the warm, dry earth. And the magic that occurs when it meets the lake and the water spirits of the stream go through a kind of death and are reunited with the stars.  And the great power that lives in that meeting place of stream and lake. Like the blood circulation of the human embryo that slowly up builds the heart, I saw how this meeting of waters creates a vortex of life force that builds up and nourishes the whole landscape, spreading out in great concentric rings, shaping the land, shaping the sky, shaping me…


The tree speaks to me:

Let your thought flow into my veins

Release it from your gnarly brain, your wooden senses.

Let it flow like water into my living, giving, growing flesh.

Let it feel how all that flies, all the sails and glides through the seeming empty sky, is born here, is nurtured and cradled here in my maternal arms.

For I am the nest of the sky, the egg round, star filled sky, that reaches downwards through me, through my roots, onto the depths of the earth, and then rises again, renewed, through my brothers and sisters on the other side of the earth.

We are the mighty lungs of the earth and our breath of being extends as high above the horizon into the light above as it reaches downwards into the golden heart light at the center of the earth.

What you see with your physical eyes is but the barest stump of our true being, our sun-lit, sun-bearing force of being.

Oh human, let me heal you from your spiritual alienation, your cosmic hibernation, your emptiness of soul.

Oh human, I speak to you from the void, the seeming void of being in which you find yourself, like a seed aching to be born.

Oh human seed in the void of being, let me cradle and nurture you, let me tend and water you, let me give you wings of thought that can sail far beyond your gnarly brain, your wooden senses!


One civilization is going down, as sure and steady as the titanic, and another civilization is rising up as clear and strong as a bell at sunrise.

A physical civilization is going down and an etheric civilization is rising up.  A mechanistic, materialistic, greed-based civilization is going down.  A living, spirit-knowing, gifting civilization is rising up and breaking through, slowly but surely, it cannot be any other way.

For only in the dying husk of the great iron tanker can the seeds of new life be born. And only through the newly-born life can the old world be rightly cared for, tamed and safely laid to rest, composted, in the depths.  For there is, in truth, no separating the two.

It is not given to us to desert the ship that falters and sinks. It is not given to us to forsake sister and brother, father and mother, friend or foe. We must go down with the ship into the greatest depths of darkness ever known, even while we forge new pathways to the air and light.

Even while we rise to the surface on the currents of a new life-stream, of a new aeon of Christ-life, we do not desert the ship that sinks but strive, ever again, to fill all that is dying with the warmth of the newly quickening life and to carry to the surface and into the future all that is of value from the old.

For we are a part of both and each has a part in us.


Why the Name Change?

When my grandfather emigrated from Lithuania to America his name was changed at Ellis Island from Karbelnikoff to Karp.  I don’t think he had much say in the matter. America is a practical, industrious place and I’m sure like so many other immigrants, he wanted to fit in.  What a natural feeling.

But to fit in to the practical, individualistic ethos of this country, I feel that my ancestors, and millions of others, had to separate and disassociate from many of the more spiritual, poetic and ethnically identified parts of themselves. This in turn led to a lot of challenges with alcoholism and mental illness, at least in my family lineage.  I have heard that the Slavic immigrants were particularly challenged in this regard—the split between their home culture and American culture being too severe for their souls to bridge.

If you look in the eyes of my grandmother and grandfather in this photo I think you can get a glimpse of this dissociation.

I feel deeply connected to the spirituality of the Slavic peoples and to the soulfulness of my Russian-Lithuanian Jewish heritage and for many years now I have wanted to change my name back to Karbelnikoff in order to honor this lineage, and support my own soul’s efforts to reconcile and harmonize spirituality and practicality, community and self, body and soul.

I tried to make this name change about 10 years ago, but discovered that since 9-11 the business of changing one’s name has become very complicated legally so I dropped the effort. But recently, the impulse came back and I realized that I could simply begin using the name Karbelnikoff as a free, cultural name, while still retaining Karp for legal and professional reasons.

It only occurred to me a few days ago that this name change coincides with my having more and more to do with the work of Thoreau College and other projects in the Driftless Area of the upper Midwest, where I feel deeply at home and which in fact is where my grandfather lived and where my father spent his childhood.  Clearly, there is a process of ancestral and personal healing taking place in all this.

Over the years various Russian and Lithuanian people have shared with our family different meanings of the name Karbelnikoff, each of which resonates for me deeply. I don’t know the accuracy of these interpretations, but they certainly speak to me poetically.

First, we have been told it refers to the little cart that Jewish peddlers would use to sell things out of as they traveled around the countryside in Russia. This resonates to my work developing new models and imaginations for the future of economic life, particularly as it relates to agriculture.

We have also been told that it means “ship builder.” This resonates with my work helping groups of people come together as a vessel for a higher, collective purpose and intelligence to work among them and thus travel somewhere as a group of people, not just as individuals.

We have also been told it means “goblet carver.” This resonates with my interest in the sacred, in spiritual science and in the sacramentalization of all life.

For these reasons and many others, I feel connected to this name and wish to associate myself with it and with them, my beloved ancestors, and with the mighty traditions and communities in which they were embedded and which I know live on in me as well.


Thanks in advance to my friends, family and colleagues for making this change and this name part of your vocabulary!

Moving Outside our Comfort Zones

At Herrington Beach outside Milwaukee, in the modest waves of this windy, grey day, there are many seagulls actively diving for fish, a sight I have rarely seen, and it makes a strong impression on me.  Unlike so many other activities of the seagull, at least in the air, one could hardly describe this one as graceful. She circles the area from above, slowly descending in spirals, presumably zeroing in on a school of fish just beneath the surface. Then suddenly, about five to ten feet above the water, she awkwardly changes direction, her wings becoming as ungainly as a teenager’s limbs, and then loses altitude and essentially falls, like a tightrope walker off a line, beak first into the water. With a loud splash she then disappears below the surface.

It would be generous to call this final act a smooth dive of any sort; it is far more chaotic, more like a stumble followed by a fall. One has the distinct impression that the last place the seagull would wish to be is under water! Only through her hunger-born determination combined with a willingness to surrender to the force of gravity, does she seem able to pull off this acrobatic feat. When she reappears, with or without a fish, she seems a bit confused, as if to say: Where am I? It’s almost seems as though, at the moment of hitting the water, for a split second, she loses all consciousness, and whether a fish is caught or not is more a matter of grace than skill.

One senses that what the seagull would greatly prefer is to scavenger dead fish on the beach or poke down at prey while floating restfully on the water. It’s good for me to see that even creatures still innocently embedded in the divine wisdom of nature have their comfort zones and cannot always stay in them if they wish to survive and thrive.

Creating an Ecosystem of Faiths for the Future of the Earth

originally published by the Biodynamic Association here

Photo by Amirah AbuLughod

I recently attended Faithlands, a remarkable gathering of faith leaders and sustainable agriculture leaders convened by Greenhorns and the Agrarian Trust and hosted at beautiful Paicines Ranch in California. The main purpose of the gathering was to explore the potential for lands held by faith communities to be placed in the service of the sustainable agriculture movement and beginning farmers in particular. Many of us left this gathering, however, feeling that something much deeper and more far-reaching had occurred during our three days together.

To understand the deeper experiences that many of us felt during this gathering, it may be helpful to call to mind the concept of the farm ecosystem or organism as it is understood in the biodynamic farming movement. This concept suggests that all the diverse elements of a farm—the woodlands, the wetlands, the cropland, the pastures, the orchards, the farm animals, the wildlife, etc.—can be woven together biologically into a higher synthesis through the wise management of the farmer. Each of these elements must be managed as a whole unto itself but each can also contribute to a whole that is greater than the sum of the parts. This greater whole is the farm ecosystem.

When a farm begins to achieve this quality of wholeness, remarkable expressions of health and vitality begin to emerge on the farm and in the food produced on the farm. The farm, you could say, becomes a vessel for something working at a higher level than biology. In biodynamics we would go so far as to say that the biological organism of the farm can become a vessel for a spiritual being to work in a new way on the earth, a being that can bless the whole surrounding landscape. To use a sacramental image, we could say that the farmer raises up the elements of the farm like a priest raises up bread and wine, allowing them to be infused with new life, bringing nourishment and healing to the whole community.

Photo by Amirah AbuLughod

Now I invite you to imagine this same concept applied to interfaith and ecumenical dialogue. Imagine a room of Muslims, Jews, and Christians, a room of Episcopalians, Lutherans, Baptists, Presbyterians, and Quakers gathering not so much to compare theological perspectives, but rather to share their unique ways of loving and caring for the land, for farmers, and for their own communities.

Imagine a Muslim farmer sharing how his love for the earth called him away from an academic career and inspired him to partner with the New Jersey Muslim community to create an organic farm and educational center inspired by the environmental and social values of Islam.

Imagine a Dominican sister sharing how she feels her traditional religious vows have been transformed into a new healing chrism for the earth, inspiring her community and many others to place their lands into the service of small farmers and local land trusts on behalf of a bioregional vision of the future.

Imagine a leader in the Jewish community farming movement sharing how work on a community supported agriculture farm helps re-connect young people to the roots of their faith and to the deeper social and environmental dimension of lived Judaism.

Imagine a leader of the Lutheran church in Milwaukee sharing how the community garden she founded, located on land historically connected to the underground railroad, has become a sanctuary for the African American community, where the arts of growing, preparing, and sharing food are restored to their cultural and sacred dignity.

Imagine a United Church of Christ pastor sharing his calling to create a new church rooted in the land and culture of rural communities as well in the radical agrarian values of the bible—a church founded on wonder and reverence for the working of god in all of creation.

Imagine these and many other offerings and conversations over three days creating a social vessel filled with a mood of devout open-mindedness, of reverent curiosity, of sacramental solidarity with one another and with the earth. Imagine, through these conversations, an ecosystem of faiths beginning to form among us, woven from our good will and inspiring us to place our diverse talents and gifts—and lands—in service to the future of the earth. In this way, you can perhaps begin to develop a feeling for the wonderful sense of community that arose in this gathering.

Photo by Amirah AbuLughod

What emerged clearly for me in this gathering, and what I think many others felt in their own way as well, is that there is an ecological and agrarian spirituality manifesting in our time that both embraces and transcends the beliefs and practices of individual faith communities, a spirituality that can serve as a new source of unity among all people who love the earth, whether religiously affiliated or not. This spirituality shines toward us from soil, plants and animals, from air, light and rain, from clouds, stars and seasons, from work, food and fellowship, inspiring us to unite spirit with matter in practical work on the land, work that blesses and is blessed by the holy, unifying embrace of the web of life.

You could say that, in the womb of this new spirituality, we felt our seeming differences dissolved like so many materials in a compost pile. While I think we certainly had moments where we felt this kind of unity, I think the image of the farm organism is ultimately the better analogy. For it was not so much that our differences were dissolved but rather that they were brought into connection with a higher source of unity that gave to each person and each religion and denomination represented a new sense of purpose and responsibility within a larger ecosystem, the full nature and texture of which none of us had felt before.

Photos by Nurya Parish

And yet there was an essential ingredient to this gathering that must not be overlooked, namely, those who attended not as representatives of faith communities, but rather as representatives, you could say, of the earth herself. These were the farmers and conservation biologists, the agroforesters and environmental lawyers, the staff of land trusts and farm organizations. Through their presence, we stayed grounded in the urgent needs of young farmers, in the loss of species and in the tragic plight of the glyphosate poisoned earth.

Without the urgency felt by these leaders, this gathering would likely never have happened, and thanks to them, we walked away from this event not only with our souls full of the new wine of an emerging ecosystem of faiths—we also walked away with a host of new tasks and commitments. Commitments such as:

Conducting an inventory of lands held by faith communities that could be suitable for sustainable agriculture and beginning to engage those with responsibility for these lands in conversations about their future;

Exploring the feasibility of a national land trust for holding and managing these lands, managed together by faith leaders and sustainable agriculture leaders;

Creating a circle of coaches to support farmers negotiating leases with faith communities;

Organizing other faithlands gatherings, small and large, across the county, such as at the 2018 Biodynamic Conference in Portland, Oregon;

Beginning to articulate the shared values and theological principles and insights that inform and inspire of this work;

Identifying the many voices who were not part of this conversation but that need to be for the future;

Forming a group to steward this ecosystem and the work flowing from it into the future.

We came to this gathering as representatives of diverse communities and interests, but with these commitments in our hands and with these experiences in our hearts and minds, we left feeling ourselves as members of a single community, a new ecosystem of people, faiths, and organizations devoted to the future of the earth.

Robert Karp is the former Executive Director of, and current Strategic Adviser to, the Biodynamic Association. He is also the former Executive Director of Practical Farmers of Iowa and is the founder of New Spirit Farmland Partnerships and the Monarch Farms Project, which helps farmers gain long-term access to land through partnerships with social impact investors. You can learn more about Robert’s work and read more of his writing on his website at

For more information about this gathering and the work following on from it, please contact Jamie Pottern at the Agrarian Trust:

The following organizations were represented at this gathering, those in bold had representatives on the planning team:

Greenhorns, Honoré Farm and Mill, The Jesus Center, Religious Lands Conservation Project, Biodynamic Association, Agrarian TrustThe Abundant Table, Mount Grace Land Conservation Trust, Black Church Food Security Network, Quivira Coalition, Savanna Institute, Sustainable Economies Law Center, The Conservation Fund, Hazon, Islamic Society of North America, Green the Church, Vandersall Collective, Life Around the Table, Plainsong Farm and Ministry, Saint James Episcopal Church, Land For Good, Alice’s Garden Urban Farm, Interfaith Sustainable Food Collaborative, F.A.R.M.S- Agricultural Law, Urban Vegetable Project, Santa Cruz Farm, New Hope Catholic Worker Farm, The Good Tree Inc., The Keep & Till, Stony Point Center, Presbyterian Hunger Program

Soul-less Technology Hits Home-less Human

Soul-less Technology Hits Home-less Human

Has anyone else considered the many tragic ironies in the fact that a homeless person is the first fatality resulting from a self-driving car?

The first irony lies in the fact that so-called self-driving cars—which are actually self-less cars, i.e. cars without a “self” driving them—are a particularly blatant and sad expression of the current trajectory of technological and economic development, namely to replace the human, to make the human superfluous.

Taking into account trends in genetic engineering and those exemplified in the work of Ray Kurzweil, author of The Singularity is Near, we could even say the intent is to make the human being homeless; meaning to remove the natural world and body that is the home of the human soul and replace it with a mechanical, digital, genetically modified world and body.

But there is another irony as well. I happened to be in Tempe, Arizona, where this accident took place, on the same day, and I just so happened, earlier that day, to be get a ride from the airport to my mother’s home on a ride service called Lyft. And I just so happened to say to my driver: “Aren’t you worried that self-driving cars are going to take your job away, just as you guys have taken away jobs from the taxi- drivers?” My driver assured me that human drivers would always be an option but you will have to pay extra for that privilege.

That about says it all. In the techno future being prepared for us by the likes of Ray Kurzweil, you will have to pay extra for the privilege to be a human rather than a machine. And if you don’t happen to have the money, and you don’t want your life joined inextricably to a machine, you can join the ranks of the homeless together with the millions of other people whose jobs have been replaced by so called intelligent machines.

It might be tempting to think, as this accident suggests, that the homeless are not visible to the data sensors of the intelligent machines, and thus, if we stay off the streets, they will at least leave us alone.  But I doubt it.

Technological innovation is being treated at this time like a manifest destiny; we are all being led to feel we have no choice in the face of increasing digitization and genetic modification of our lives, regardless of the loss of jobs, natural habitats and human soul capacities.

We love looking to past atrocities, like the Jewish holocaust or the genocide of the Native Americans and wringing our hands and talking about how we will never let that happen again.  But we forget that these tendencies always rear their ugly head in a new form that is not so easy to recognize.

Materialistic science and technology once led us to a deeper understanding of the material world and enhanced our ability to live in this world with ease and grace. But their healthy age is past and they are beginning to undermine and distort the essential dignity of the human being and of the natural world. Is there anything we can do about it?  This is topic I hope to take up in a future blog post.