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Friday, January 13, 2017

The Journey to Elemental Truths

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Standing in our Truth and speaking it is vital to our healthy evolution.
It creates fertile ground for sinking our roots.
It enables us to conceive, consider, craft and convey with comfort.
It inspires us to reach and act on our passions.
It nourishes, hydrates and bathes our spirit.
It holds us true to who we are and to our purpose.

And yet it is a challenge, make no mistake, even when we've been at it for some time. I've grown comfortable in expressing my Truth, though it wasn't always easy. In fact, it was hard. Still is sometimes. First I had to explore the shadows and light of mySelf to be certain of my own honesty. Then I had to begin sharing... with my mother, which was, quite possibly, my greatest life challenge, and most important one, and one in which I had twenty years of sustained and stormy practice. I feel I've evolved to a place where speaking my Truth is simply something I do... yet, at times, it's not without continued challenge and more - still more - growing pains.

Nonetheless, I feel I've grown to be quite comfortable with the practice, the journey.

Folks who know me best, know that when I feel someone has crossed a line, I address it, swiftly, candidly, face-to-face (whenever possible) with as much compassion as I can muster. In all but the rarest occasions the results are positive, with interpersonal opportunities that blossom as a result. Yet there are those cases where Truth (mine or theirs) is simply not welcome, not ripe. And in these instances I step back, remaining as open as possible, yet creating space. Sometimes, plenty of it. Know what I mean?

Then there's those other moments, where I speak my Truth, as clearly, candidly and concisely as I can and I'm simply not heard... and I can grasp that. It's the ripe thing again. It's those other moments where what is heard is not what I conveyed. Not. Even. Close. These are the challenges that most perplex me, and its the flavor of challenge that I'm sinking deep into now. May the journey be kind to me and teach me what I need to Know, that my roots may sink ever deeper, that the clouds may pass to reveal the Light I seek.

Peace.

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Studio Play

Today is a studio day, which means both apothecary play and paint play. But first, I'll have to finish tidying up from Thursday evening's Renal System class. Once the ol' workbench is cleared I can tend to some measuring and packaging for clients, and continue some tweaks and taste testing for a couple beverage blends with which I've been toying.

I have several finished Nature inspired collage pieces to make ready to hang, and available to potential buyers. And I'm looking forward to adding another layer or two to add to this canvas. 

I'm sure to be adding to this large canvas as well, continuing to work with peace amid chaos... in a tangible, colorful, meditative way. As we all should be. Right?

Peace.

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Journey's Landscape


Today marks a thing that many of us blog-folk call our blogiversary. For me, it all started in 2004 on a long-ago format that could barely handle text. Twelve years ago.

In that opening entry I wrote: No telling where this may lead. For me, herbs encompass one day, spiritual guidance the next, shamanic journeys another, maybe time spent with Nature, or drumming, and so on . . . you get the idea. To me, this diversity is at the heart of the people's medicine. We have choices. We have the will to learn about them. We have the power to choose. And we have the right to change! 

Silly words. Filled with the Wisdom of the Fool that inspires me, leads me, pushes me... is me. Still. I reflect on these aging words, wrinkled and sagging, and consider just how little and just how much has changed in this measure of reality. I reflect on the journey's landscape...  on what I've witnessed... from angles all my own.

In this moment, this eternal present we share right now, I feel infinitely grateful, and challenged... pissed off at feeling so pissed off about so much... and ready to continue the healing path... with or without you. Your choice.

And across the landscape I hear the echo: No telling where this may lead. Still.

Peace.

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Dreams, Light, Reflections & Nourishing Yule Blessings.


Today is for dreaming.


 For smudging.


 For mirrors and candles, reflection and light. 


For fire and flame that nourishes and sustains.


For the warmth and comfort of Winter's offerings.

For light in the darkness.

Yuletide blessings to you.
Peace.

Friday, December 2, 2016

Prayers - and Actions - of Light's Magic


Merry December, friends. Or something. With so many different holy days in this season... holy days that honor Light and Community, Peace and Forgiveness, Returnings and Beginnings, and so much more... I hope that we all embrace the True meanings and Roots of these celebrations.

Frankly, I look around and see too many running to conform with the poisonous behaviors and conventions of these current times, without so much as a glance back or, heavens' forbid, a glance forward. Let alone a glance in the Mirror.

We're taking holy days and perverting them with false traditions. I pray that we stop. I ask that YOU stop. For yourSelf. For your Family, your Tribe, your Community around the world... for the World you bequeath.

Today and Every Day.

I pray for Magic.

Peace.

May we Dream it.
May we Do it.
May we Manifest it.

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Merry New Year

November arrives with a sunny chill in the air that I recognize. And then... it warmed to that place of swapping a long-sleeve waffle knit for a cotton T. With that I cleaned up the spent black bean vines,  removed the stakes, planted the garlic (finally), and harvested the last of the turnip and beets (unless, of course I missed some). The tops are simmering in garlic, tomato schmutz and chicken stock as I type. Preparing kabees is up next!

I loosened the earth around some of horseradish and the spouse dug the roots for me as I prepared the rinse buckets to clean them for tomorrow's 3rd Annual World Fire Cider Day & Court Mediation Day! You can join us in raising some positive energy in support of Tradition Not Trademark by sipping some, making some, or just holding the positive verve for what is just and right.


Yesterday was a sweet day. I wandered our little acre a few times with prayerful intentions for honoring the ancestors ~ legged, rooted, winged, and so on ~ past, present and future. Bundles of homegrown Artemisia ludoviciana were rolled with intention, lit and prayers sent to the airy elements to carry and hold and deliver. With one rotation around our little acre I drummed in meditation, and when circling the front yard fruit trees, asked the ancestors to bless the trees so that one Samhain holy day soon I might offer them fruit from this little patch of earth that welcomes them. Then I circled again, drum in hand, with the spouse, for him to do his thing.

After dark, we walked our path again, by the light of a oil lantern to leave two halves of an organic apple on the cedar stump where these holy day spirits are welcomed to rest. And snack. As they wander and visit.

Yesterday, too, offered me time in quiet meditation and in throwing my full year Tarot spread for the coming new year, followed by journaling my impressions to reflect on as the time does its dance in the never-ending spiral.

So with that, I offer you blessings for the days and months ahead, no matter how you tick off the calendar.

Peace.

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

More of the Same Only Different - for the Season

 I'm still harvesting and preserving Food and Medicine. Here we have some of the last of the rue and prairie sage...
 ... and here is a bundle of passionflower vine... hanging from the mechanical clock my dad made... because I'm out of room in all the reasonable hang-to-dry spaces.

 The color is shifting in the landscape, and the leaves are beginning their fall... and I'm wearing socks and sleeves most every day now.

 I've introduced some of my Whiting Mills brick 'n' mortar seasonal and limited edition options to my ArtFire and Zibbet online shops. And expect more to be listed in the days ahead.

And I've introduced a few new retail items to the ol' brick 'n' mortar at Whiting Mills for the coming fall-to-winter season. These and a few others. If your'e in the region, stop by some weekend!

But for today... it's sunny and lovely and I'm home on my little acre so I have more harvesting and preserving to manage. I'll peruse the main garden for more tomatoes, squash, collards, kale, calendula, broccoli, black beans... I'll start another ferment or two, I'll dehydrate, I'll strain infused oils and possibly start more... and who knows what else. Maybe some relaxing and reading in the afternoon sun.

Peace.

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

September Ties

September's almost spent, and don't I know it. It's been a month of cutting, lopping and digging... in oh so many ways.

It's been a month consumed with daily daily harvests and preparations for future Food and Craft and Healing.

There's still canning, drying and fermenting on the horizon and I foresee many a soup, stew and such made with a tomato base.

Amid the busyness, I've made time and space to sit with Nature, who is likewise engaged in making brisk and noticeable changes in her behavior and her appearance. 

And through it all I observe the Nature around me making ready for the months ahead.

I've prepared some of my typical herb bundles and made a few extra to have for sale at the studio. I have more to massage and tie, so some may end up online at Zibbet or ArtFire as well. If you're interested, let me know!

And September ushered in the inspiration to introduce my handcrafted Soft Salve NonScents available at my brick-n-motor at Whiting Mills in sunny Winsted, Connecticut as well as my ArtFire and Zibbet shops.

There's a few loose September threads to tie up, and I feel blessed to have a couple days left to manage them. And as I tie them I'm sure to be wondering ... what will October bring?

Peace.