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Sunday, May 1, 2022

The Lusty Month of #NoMowMay

 

The lusty month of #NoMowMay welcomes you. 

Historically, the holy days of May Day/Beltaine have been highly social for me. They involved group camping, lots of hugs, food and beverage sharing, drumming, dancing, fire, joy, passion, and - for some - ceremony 'n' stories of meaning 'n' value. While I've not engaged that verve for a while now, I miss facets of those days, and at this time/in this season I am mightily grateful for my solitary nature as COVID cases are on the rise again, not "just" in far-off places, or even within my own region 'r state, but right in my own little town. And yet I see folx "returning to normal" (an opportunity lost), gathering in sizable groups in spaces open 'n' oh-so-foolishly closed, so many unmasked, unprotected 'n' unprotecting, with the concept of distancing clearly an abandoned practice for many. I see so much selfishness. I see too little communal guardianship. I see memories that shall - for now - stay rooted as memories of Medicine. Past, present and future. 

That said, I am grateful for my little patch earthly paradise, where - during the holy days of May Day - I shall gladly commune with the compassionate and intelligent beings of Nature. I shall hug the trees, embrace all my rooted kin, share nourishment 'n' sustenance with them, with the mundane (of the earth), as well as with the elemental beings that choose to join us. I shall drum, dance, express joy, and engage ceremony 'n' stories of meaning 'n' value with Nona Gaia, all her kin, with the chickens and my spouse. And I will count my blessings, with care, and cast them to the directions to go where they are most needed. And as the these days twixt spring 'n' summer return to earthly days (also holy), I will focus on tangible ways that I might share my blessings in and with my community as the moon waxes and the wheel of the year continues its sacred pirouette. 

I pray that you might join me. Not for yourself, but for others. And - while I have your attention - join so many around the globe in #NoMowMay. And if you feel you must mow, consider a mechanical mower, and/or a scythe - we use both. Consider the earth and all her kin. This month and forever onward. Not for you. For our holistic 'n' collective future. For our beloved Nona Gaia. In the name of all that is sacred 'n' holy, may we kick the fossil fuel addiction. ::nods::

Peace. 🕊


Friday, April 1, 2022

Buon pesce d’aprile!

 

Or, if you prefer, happy April fools' day. 

That, and a new moon too.

This April arrives with me emptying, 'n' releasing, as is my new moon habit. This pursuit allows me examine - every month - "things" that don't nourish 'n' sustain the world (and me) in any way, and offers me an opportunity to offer thanks and release them to go where they are needed, wanted, 'n' worthy. These "things" include activities, behaviors, relationships of every kind. Now, as the moon waxes again, I shift my focus to filling my vessel with "things" that do nourish 'n' sustain the world (and me). That this new moon makes manifest with Pesce d'aprile (April fools' day) offers me a potentially playful perspective to consider as I fill my waxing lunar vessel. 

We live in odd times, though the foolish ancients and their consorts of folly remind me that all times are odd times. That said, I feel challenged to lighten up, to embrace some folly, familiar 'n' foreign. It's a challenge to be light in heavy times. And it can be Medicine. And I feel drawn to it, and shall do my best to heed the tug of the mystery that guides me... nourishes 'n' sustains me.

I hope you will too. Consider this your invitation. 

Peace. 🕊


Tuesday, February 1, 2022

Layers 'n' Patterns

Imbolc blessings to you, and welcome to the midpoint twixt winter 'n' spring, the space tucked between winter solstice 'n' the vernal equinox.

It's February, and I'm emerging - gently and in earnest - from my deep winter... hmm... experience, for lack of better phrasing. 

It has been a time of suspension where I severed myself from obvious routines, and in doing so gained awareness of hidden patterns; subtle, nuanced 'n' layered routines that have now become a focus of my workwork that will undoubtedly continue as the wheel of the year turns, and as I restore refreshed routines that nourish, introduce new ones that sustain and add value beyond the self, and as I cast off routine that does not. And it is certain that new patterns will emerge as I nurture the work.

It's been a time that has offered glimpses into undisguised and nuanced layers of living which I deem discretionary 'n' non-discretionary in my life... and in the greater world that we all share.

It has been a time that has offered me selection; a mighty privilege, methinks, in these days in which we live. And my sense is that the options 'n' choices carry weight 'n' meaning... to my life and the life we all share. 

It's been an unlikely suspension, rich in dynamic quiet 'n' stillness, and now, with the arrival of the final full month of winter, I welcome February and embrace the season of intentional 'n' holistic seeding and tending.

That said, I've leveraged this time of suspension to rest, recall and be, as well as to explore, play, create, and so have a number of things made for upcoming monthly holistic Medicine bundles, as well as a chronicle of things I wish to create for us when the season/time is ripe. For now I won't be scheduling any unrequested classes, yet will continue to work with active students-n-clients and make their requests open to all when and if fitting. Also, I'm not sure, but spontaneous video sharings may make manifest as the wheel of the year progresses. Stay tuned. Keep watch. Be safe. Act with compassion. And make some time 'n' space for a peek into your own layers 'n' patterns. ::nods::

Peace. 🕊

Monday, November 1, 2021

November Arrives...

... and with it, the new year. While the pace of the season relaxes, there's still plenty in the gardens to enjoy, harvest, preserve, and plant in this new year. Heck, we harvested four cucumbers from the last of the cuc plants just three days ago. That was a first; cucumbers at the end of October. ::nods:: Alongside our cold hardy plants there's still zucchini offering fruit despite the increasing chill. Zucchini in November. It's concerning, yet I'm grateful. And I'll be harvesting it today, since killing frosts may be upon us this week. These first couple of November days will overflow with urgency as I harvest all that cares not for freezing; the zucchini, celery, celeriac, lovage, thai basil, holy basil, tobacco, grindelia, calendula, probably the turnip 'n' rutabaga too will find a home indoors to sustain us with their nutrition 'n' Medicine in the months ahead. Later, before snow 'r extreme cold, we'll collect the last of the cabbage, kale, collards, choys, mustard 'n' radish greens, and dig up some horseradish after some frosts, but before the soil freezes solid. 

It's a season ripe with hellos  'n' goodbyes.

Every year, at this time (which varies in the linear measure), when the first true frosts hit I exhale a sigh of sadness, relief 'n' gratitude. It's so fitting to this melancholy 'n' mournful season of honor 'n' celebration.

I feel Earth, Nona Gaia, asking me - and all of us - to slow down, as she does every year at this time when autumn leans in. Yet this year I feel a distinct sense of urgency. It's disquieting to me, as opposed opposites tend to be... ripe with antithetical verve... verve that demands my attention (and yours) as we sink into the darkening arms of deep autumn.

I invite you to slow down (if only for a moment) to make time 'n' space to join me, to sink into some quiet 'n' stillness where you can perceive what's real 'n' true, good 'n' right, for all our kin... past, present, 'n' future. 

Peace. 🕊

Saturday, July 31, 2021

A Spark


This was the scene a year ago today. A farewell blessing to a physical space. A space that had 'n' held such amazing spirit. A space that transformed to pure verve... a verve that wafts in the ethers, a verve that is carried, still, in my heart, and in the hearts of others, a verve that keeps us connected.

I don't miss this physical space. What I do miss is the vibrant, light-filled spark that was born there of many an exchange, individual and collective... a spark rooted in relationship 'n' reciprocity, a spark that burns still. 

And I'm feeling grateful. So grateful.

Peace. 🕊


Friday, July 9, 2021

Arachnid 'n' Halley

 

I've been experiencing enormous comfort from these insistent rains, and in working in the officina (apothecary, if you prefer) these past couple/few days. Yesterday I was able to both harvest carrots and plant carrot seeds; a medicinal metaphor of meaning if ever there was one. Catching up on tasks 'n' communications that had been forfeited over the days prior, sorting through DPM (dry plant matter), especially the powders, to see what stays 'n' goes, making plans for students 'n' workshops all served to offer meaningful focus through which I was able to harmonize needed function with necessary sobbing. It's been a time of grieving, mourning, and healing, to say the least.

I'm still stunned at the expanse of this loss; the feeling in my chest - my heart - is palpable. Tears well up without warning, and fall like the rains. 

I've been working with Arachnid since Tuesday to hold my fractured heart open, yet together without breaking apart, as I grieve. She's woven a strapping 'n' silky-soft web around my heart, with the shattered pieces held open 'n' in place as I feel the feels that must be felt. When the time is ripe, she will assist me in mending the shards together with gold. 

I'm mightily blessed to Know and have relationship with Arachnid, a personal ally since the mid-1990s. Consciously, that is... I'm confident that the relationship is much, much older. She is, in my experience, never demanding. She shows up at will - her will - with unmistakable messages when I need them; I mean, you tell me that a spider bite on your butt doesn't speak with clarity. She responds without hesitation or judgement to my calls for support. She responded to my call to weave support around sweet Halley's backside on her final day with us. Between her loving fibers holding my heart - and me - together without falling hopelessly apart, and beloved Anubis holding Halley in her final day with us (more on that later), I feel grateful beyond grateful. 

It is a mighty comfort to have blessed Arachnid holding my heart, my life, my love, right now. I am beyond grateful for her blessings.

Peace. 🕊


Wednesday, July 7, 2021

Gods, I Loved Her.


I wake today to a space that is forever changed. It is void of a 70 pound loving presence that I shall infinitely miss. Yesterday, our beloved Halley Josephine moved from this realm to the big mystery. Gods, I loved her.

It all happened pretty fast. Which is a blessing. A month or two ago she began favoring her rear left leg. She was old, 14 years, and in being on the old trek myself, I chocked it up to years 'n' milage, and adjusted her medicinals. Despite her age, she always thought she was a puppy, and was filled with a cheekiness she'd express with dogged regularity. She'd jump like a lunatic when dinner was served al fresco, though not as high in recent days. She'd bark sass at her DaddyGuy when he didn't leash her up fast enough to get going on the walks she loved, be it around the neighborhood or around the little acre. In this vein, I could go on, and in saying that, there may well be more posts to honor her unselfish yet demanding spirit. Gods, I loved her.

About a week ago the favoring of the leg became more pronounced. She had jumped off the deck to run at and bark at a rabbit, so, again, I didn't make much of it, figuring it was a strain that would mend. Yet each day the favoring progressed. On the 3rd  of July I contacted a vet who specialized in at-home emergency and end of life care. She was out of state until the 6th, offered compassion, and options if we weren't able to hold out for the three days. So as the favoring and her hobble progressed, we did our best, as did she, to hold it together. I need to express that the fucking 4th of July bombing adorations didn't help any, and I was especially grateful for her passion flower 'n' chamomile CBD chews that night. We all went to bed early that evening, windows closed, fans running to muffle the loathsome explosions of neighbors near 'n' far. I spoke silently to Halley's spirit, prayed to Anubis 'n' others, as we all tossed 'n' turned with discomfort, occasionally switching on the soft light to see if she was trying to get up. Gods, I loved her.

The 6th came and with it a confirmation that Dr. Leah of Holistic Home Veterinary Services LLC was on her way. The waiting was pregnant with so many feelings, and in that time we did our best to comfort 'n' love our ol' girl. I can't even express depth 'n' width of my gratitude that we could do this at home, by her side, caressing her, whispering our love to her, with a vet of remarkable compassion. She was such a good girl. Gods, I loved her.

Today is hard. So hard. Overflowing with tears and gut wrenching sobs; smiles 'n' laughs, too. I'm nurturing the feelings, every one of them, for this little 70 pound bundle of attitude 'n' love gave us so much, and filled our little hut with more love than I realized. Gods, I loved her.

She will missed beyond measure. Gods, I loved her. We both did. So, so much.

Peace. 🕊

Sunday, June 27, 2021

Room for Forgiveness


two people in my life
unforgiven
one can change that
by coming clean
being honest with himself
with others
the other can not
her actions
vile
can not be undone
forgiven
her cruelty is fixed


Peace. 🕊