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Friday, September 1, 2017

Drop Down, Ease Up and Take Care

This is the month of quickening. For me, anyway. I mean, I was away from my gardens for only a few days while attending the Women's Herbal Conference and when I returned the tomatoes that had been stalled in green - among other things - had burst into ripening. So now, the pace of harvesting and preserving revs up again. And this reminds me, yet again, how important Self Care is, and that it's vital to make time for it now, in this season... and, let's face it, in every season, especially in these times in which we live. ::nods:: 

That conference I mentioned was exceptionally Good Medicine for me. It reminded me of behaviors and activities that truly nourish, nurture and sustain me. Holistically. Like what, you ask? Well, like making time to look up into the evening sky to invite the starlight into my being... to hold a loved one (or a stranger), to just hold them, to be held, and to hold space for others to hold and be held... to make time to drum, alone, sure, but especially with others... to walk in prayer, in a labyrinth, through a garden, along a woodland path, or down a hallway... to raise my voice in Truth, in song, and in story - with the stars, with the drum, with the silence, with the plants, the trees, the pollinators, with my Self, and with my Tribe... 

These are a few Medicines that I will be nurturing this month, specifically as forms of Self Care. For me and for you. With that I invite you to open up to September, the month that ushers in Autumn, the month that quickens, even as it reminds us to drop down, ease up and take care.

Peace.


Sunday, August 20, 2017

The Eclipse of Patriarchy

Tempus fugit. Summer is hitting high stride. And the pace of the season is picking up steam. It is a vivacious and passionate time.

I'm busy every single day with some harvest or another... in the gardens, drying room, kitchen, or at the craft table. It's a season where SelfCare can be easily forgotten, overlooked, put off for later.

So it's a season to remember to pause, breathe, dawdle, and what better day for such sacred acts than Moon's day, the day of Black Moon Eclipse? The day when my beloved Nona Luna says to papa sun, "I reflect your light back to you, old man. Go shine your light elsewhere, take it back and bathe it in shadow to make it whole and holy again." To me, this solar eclipse is sacred, and I will be sending up prayer to Nona Luna, and to old man sun in his time of quiet reflection, that the light of day may eclipse the poison of patriarchy in this world we share, and restore a nourishing harmony that sustains us and all Life... once again.

To me, this is the Eclipse of Patriarchy.

As it is, so shall it be.

Peace.

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Simple Summer Medicine

As summer heats up I find myself surveying the garden and the wild spaces daily to see what needs attention, be it harvest, care, quiet honor, or simple gratitude.

The same is true for the garden of life. And yesterday offered some beautiful harvest... care... quiet honor... and simple gratitude... and in the form of several two-legged systers. It was a rare occurrence. It was a powerful day. So subtle and "ordinary" that I'm glad, so glad, that I saw it... recognized it... and welcomed the simple Medicine.

Keep your heart and eyes, your will and mind open to the simple blooms of summer. Today and every day. And every season.

Peace.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Warm and Sunny Solstice Blessings

Most every summer solstice for the past 23 years I've made myself a gift of intention, some have been transient, others have been longtime and steadfast tools of spirit and healing.

This year I knew I would be a stringing stem beads. I thought it would be cronewort, which I had prepared from the stripped stems. But no, it was motherwort, likewise prepared, that was ready and waiting and singing to me this day.

And this guidance is so fitting given the play events this morning. Lot's of mother verve around me on this very, very long day.

Whatever you do, or honor, or not, I wish you warm and sunny Solstice blessings - whatever your season!
Peace.


Friday, June 16, 2017

New Friends, Anticipation, Gratitude & Memories

The gardens have been keeping me busy, preoccupied, and intimate with some of the best Medicine I know, communing with the earth and all her loved ones. Mine too.

Between all the spring transplanting, seeding and harvesting I make time and space to wander "my" little patch of earth. During a recent wander I discovered this new friend. At first glance I thought it was Rosa multiflora, but a second glance noticed distinct differences in leaf and bloom, and it's not any of the Rubus species that I'm familiar with, but I'm quite certain it's in the same family. I'll be curious to see the fruit that it creates.
 
The stinging nettles are blooming and preparing to make seed... another harvest to which I look forward.

My patch of Mentha suaveolens is always generous, and she always offers one the early harvests for drying. I love this spearmint in my tea blends.

The lovely Inula helenium against a background of mint (and other friends mixed in). She grows up so fast. It won't be long before her stalk rises high, bursting with blooms. And it won't be long after that that I'll be digging a few roots for winter Medicine.

And Rosa multiflora, our deliciously fragrant non-native invasive. We keep her in check, and I still collect her petals and buds for personal use in teas and skin preparations. Her fragrance fills the June air, and she reminds of that mead I made years back... a true labor of LoVe... collecting the petals over the 2-r-so-weeks of bloom... to create a unique gallon of liquid love.

And all these rooted friends, and more, remind me of the fleeting verve of spring. So I shall press the pause button this coming week, as summer leans closer, to take it all in, as part of my personal ritual to prepare for solar event that welcome's the steadier, fierier season to come.

If the botanical world excites you, visit my herb-dedicated blog, When Weeds Whisper, to learn more.

Peace.

Friday, May 12, 2017

Deeper Roots... in the Garden and in Life

 
As spring keeps springing I find myself sinking my Roots ever deeper into my dedication to grow and preserve most of our own botanical food (and Medicine). I'm busy every day, no matter what else is on my schedule, planting more seeds, tending to seedlings and nurturing that with sustains me.

The early harvests have started, with nettles, wild onion, cleavers, among others like this rhubarb that's ready for harvest.

I review my seed packets several times a week to what needs to be planted indoors, in the greenhouse and in the earth. Sacred work, this.

The spouse helps to expand our ever-expanding garden beds, this year leveraging the dead maple trees that were taken down by creating hugelkultur beds that feed the soil, sequester carbon, hold moisture, all in the spirit of permaculture, a modern term for a very traditional method of growing food that, in essence, mimics Nature, the wisest inspiration for all practical wisdom.

So I am busy. And I am expanding my dedication (some might say obsession) with growing our own food (and Medicine) organically, with honor for Nature, with LoVe, as the sacred work that it is, always has been (until recent times), and always will be (gods willing).

Peace.

Friday, April 28, 2017

Time to Run and B.R.E.A.T.H.E.

Today the first dandy bloom appears on our little acre, marking a pick up in the pace ahead. I hope I can keep up.

With that: Gotta run. And B.R.E.A.T.H.E.

As you rush and run through your life, may you remember to press the Pause Button and... B.R.E.A.T.H.E. as well.

Peace.

Friday, April 21, 2017

Honor to the Season of Renewed Growth and Burgeoning Abundance

 It's the season of gardens and greenhouse, and tending to the basement babes under the grow-lights.

It's the season of observing the robust reemergence of rhubarb, and marveling at its rate of evolution.

It's the season of waiting patiently for comfrey to grow large enough for first harvests to dry for future infusions, and to use for making seedling fertilizer, for mulching, and enriching the compost.

It's the season of dandelion harvests, for leaf, root and buds.

It's the season of free ranging hens, delighted to forage in the unfenced, mulched garden beds that will soon bloom with the color and verve of daylily, sedum, lemon balm, sunflower and other surprises.

It's the season of burgeoning cleavers, to harvest the for early spring infused water, for additions to cooking, as well as waiting for the reaching growth of this amazing plant to harvest later in the season for tincture making, drying and - quite possibly - roasting some of the wee seeds for a caffeinated beverage treat.

So, yeah, my season (and yours) of renewed growth and burgeoning abundance is taking full root. From here, the pace quickens, and quickens more, until we reach the eventual first frost, still months aways, yet not far off.

Peace.