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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.

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Flow and Mystery and Messages


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This morning I acknowledged, without doubt or question, that the element of water is nudging me, inviting my attention. How do I know this? Well, Monday I discovered a water leak at my studio. A Tuesday wander about my little acre gifted me the pause and the music of the vernal thaw. Yesterday I pulled the Tarot card, Temperance. Today I awoke to the return of the spring rains.

So, yeah, water is begging for my attention. So I sat quietly with that, eyes closed, breath relaxed, and not long into my watery meditation I realized that I'd not yet processed my March donation to the Water Protectors' Medic + Healer Council. So that's done. I'll freshen the water in my fermenting Cherokee black beans, and check the seedlings for thirstiness. And I'll continue on this thread of watery awareness until it feels full, or ripe, or ready to overflow.

Peace.


Sunday, March 26, 2017

Springtime Medicine


Like the transition of the seasons around me, I've been pensive, reluctant to give up the evening fires at home, and the whole holistic verve of the long, dark nights. Winter has been reluctant as well. I see this Truth in the piles of snow from our last storm. And Spring, likewise, has been reluctant. Reluctant to shove ol' Winter off of center stage. Yet, I see Spring in the emerging patches of exposed earth and the life awakening there... in the seedlings I have started... in the waxing daylight that taunts me outdoors, even as the damp chill lingers. And I see it in me.

All seasonal transitions are beautiful, meaningful and valuable to me. Yet this one ~ winter to spring ~ seems to latch on to my awareness like no other. Or... maybe it just feels that way because, well, here we are in it.

I honor and love so deeply the razor-sharp awareness that I seem to experience as Spring pushes Winter aside. This time of obvious transition offers lessons, challenges, chances to glean Wisdom, ripe with mundane mystery, complex simplicity, temporal divinity...

With that, I invite you to make moments of pause, to join me in this time of enchantment, time and again, to b.r.e.a.t.h.e. in the season's Good Medicine.

Peace.

PS Since I'm preparing to get out 'n' about in Nature, I'm linking this to this past week's Art Journal Journey. It's a stretch, maybe, but I'm goin' for it! And linking to Paint Party Friday as well!

Monday, March 13, 2017

Delicious Procrastination

I had a few things on today's list that just weren't resonating. Know what I mean? Since they weren't time sensitive I chose to procrastinate and modify yet another cookie recipe to make these wonders...

Hempy Cardamom Cacao Nib Cookies
Makes about 2.5 dozen cookies (though, let's face it, it all depends on your choice of cookie size)
Preheat oven to 375ºF

Cream:
1 cup of virgin coconut oil
Add gradually and beat until creamy:
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup sugar
Beat in:
2 eggs
1 generous teaspoon vanilla extract
Sift together and stir in:
2 cups + 2 tablespoons all purpose flour
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 tablespoon cardamom powder (or more!)
Stir in:
1 cup cacao nibs
1/2 cup hemp seeds
Drop the batter from a tablespoon, well apart, on a parchment-lined cookie sheet and bake about 13 minutes. Cool on a rack and then... enJOY!

Use organic (and fair trade) ingredients as much as you possibly can. It's not just good for your body, it's good for our environment, our world community and our collective future.

Peace.

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Waiting for Gaia's Vernal Thaw



Beautiful, unpredictable March, the month that ushers in the vernal equinox, the solar portal of spring...

I experience mixed feelings as spring approaches. I mourn the loss of winter's long, dark, solitary hibernation and nights lingering by the warmth and glow of an evening fire. I celebrate the increasing pace of seed-starting, harvesting, opened doors and windows, and the decline of wood-burning dust.

Already, strolling around my little acre, currently void of snow (or mostly), I've begun harvesting garlic mustard and onion grass, I see the cleavers and chickweed sprouting, motherwort reemerging, along with Egyptian onions, and a host of others that simply wait for the snow to melt. I'm still waiting for the first signs of the nettle, and remind myself that it's still early.

So while I wait for the fullness of Gaia's vernal thaw, I'll be planting my own garden... starting and tending to the seedlings that will nourish and sustain me for months and years ahead. 

In. Deed. 

Indeed.

::nods::

Peace.

Monday, February 20, 2017

Of Being Human


Some days an aspect of our world can turn upside down and throw us off our center. For me, this was one of those days. Granted, it was of my own making; the result of good intentions fueled by deeply rooted business protocol focused on the customer. All the same, my choices were in error. The only details that matter are these:

A little meditation and heART journaling was my Medicine for clarity.

I made a mistake.

And I shall do my best to learn from it, and not repeat it.

This is the best part of being human.

I hope your day is rich in lessons rooted in humanity.


Peace.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Communion with the First Seedlings


The alliums are sprouting - three kinds of heirloom onions, and one variety of leek.

So they came upstairs to visit the sun, to get a drink, and to share some time and space with me before heading back to their basement shelf and their artificial sunlight. I assured them that it wouldn't be long before they head to the greenhouse. They seemed pleased with that news! Me too.


These little sprouts are my signal to Know that it's time to start some other seeds. I'll likely start another flat of the same, plus a few kale and Brussel spouts before the month is over. But for today and in the meantime, I'll cherish the promise of spring that rises with these little seedlings. And I'll cherish the promise of spring that it rises in me.

Peace.

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Truth Standing

This intentional, focused Truth Standing that I spoke of in my last post, The Journey to Elemental Truths, is proving to be most challenging, indeed.

Truth Standing, as I'm lovingly calling this practice of being true to mySelf, first and foremost, and consistently acting on those Truths in my daily life, is simple when we're solitary. It's when we interact with our tribe, passively or actively, that flies buzz around the healing ointment of Truth Standing.

What I'm learning, again and with growing clarity, is that there's more than one way to shoo the flies from the ointment in order to maintain the solidly rooted and erect posture needed for Truth Standing integrity, even in harsh environments.

Winter's Daucus carota, the wild carrot better known as Queen Anne's Lace has reminded me of the roots and posture as well as the noble seeds which are protected within the structure of Truth Standing... when we're True to it.

So I'll be speaking more Truth, more clearly, more often in the coming days, and taking actions to keep it rooted through the challenges, to stand tall in it, and carry my seeds forward into the mystery of the future. The future of my dreams.

Dream it. Do it. Make it manifest.

Peace.

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.