Our Moment of Choice

We are coming of age…collectively…as a human family and as a planetary consciousness.

We’re going through a MAJOR transformation…a growing up and a changing of form…not unlike the liquification of the caterpillar as it morphs into a butterfly or the emergence of adulthood through the chaos of the teen years.

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All life passes through these stages of growth and transformation with similar rhythms and patterns. To be alive and part of living systems means to go through the transformational process again and again…the cracking open of the limiting shell and the falling away of what is no longer needed…the opening to the new and the reaching for the light.

Here we are…right in the middle of a collective transformation of the grandest scale…reaching the limits of our ability to sustain life on planet Earth with our current ways of living and thinking…being stretched into the new for our own survival and the continuation of life itself.

We’re passing through all the awkward, messy, uncomfortable stages of chaos and confusion that mark the leaving behind of what was and the not yet there to what will be.

Old truths are falling away while new ones are just barely forming. We don’t know quite who we are or what to expect. We yearn for the new and cling to the old, one foot on either side of the threshold. 

Because this is a transformation of collective consciousness and we are self-aware conscious individuals within the collective we actually get to choose how we pass through this threshold.

This is our moment of choice.

In order to make this a mature conscious choice…the kind that can open doors to new levels of understanding and opportunity…we’ll have to make some sense of how we’ve gotten to this moment…to peel back the layers and understand the beliefs and choices that led us to the edge of our ability to sustain.

We get to look at everything we’ve inherited and consider what we want to pass on. What kind of values, stories, behaviors and systems do we want our children and their children to receive from us?

Seeing this time we’re living in as a collective coming of age helps me to understand the importance of this choice and the value in the human family becoming responsible, conscious choice-makers. Like teenagers becoming adults…this is our time to claim our power and choose to create the lives and the world that we want to live in together.

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Tuning in to the Channel of the Earth

Clicking through the endless channels, scrolling down the newsfeed, checking our inboxes, voicemails and texts, surfing around in the vast worldwide web of human “knowledge”…we are looking…

We’re looking for answers, for truth, for guidance, for connection, for inspiration…we’re looking for fulfillment. 

We are looking in all the wrong places.

Behind and beneath the cacophony of modern day choices is the channel that delivers what we seek. 

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The ancient channel (or frequency) of the Earth’s own voice…the rich, deep, subtle, primal whisper of the Mother herself…the slow, quiet, spiraling growth of roots through soil and the complex, hidden dimensions of consciousness that thrive beyond the realm of industrial culture and consumer desires…the magical fullness of the gifting way that has been turning round and round for billions of years.

On this channel, all of life is in constant dialogue…giving and receiving essential information and reciprocating the lifegiving energy and nourishment of love.

This channel is always on, offering up what we need, patiently and generously…gifting the grounding and clarity that we crave…providing the simple instructions and technologies necessary to create sustainable solutions to our modern dilemmas.

This is what we’ve been missing out on and what we yearn to return to, whether we realize it or not.

Our challenge, as modern humans, is in learning to tune ourselves in to this channel…learning how to hear and listen and share at this level of vibration. All our lives we’ve been taught to do anything but that. We’ve been trained and conditioned to fill up our minds and our time with excessive and unnecessary noise and confusion…to run around in frantic circles desperately looking for the thing that’s right in front of our faces.

“The task that we face today is to understand the language of nature. The fact that we lack the language skills to communicate with nature does not impugn the concept that nature’s intelligent. It speaks to our inadequacy for communication. If we don’t get our act together and come in commonality and understanding with the organisms that sustain us today, not only will we destroy those organisms but we’ll destroy ourselves.”

-Paul Stamets

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This is the urgent calling of our times.

Our work now is to unlearn the frenetic need to clutter our minds with the thousands of channels of the modern industrial world and to learn how to tune in to the One channel of the Earth.

It’s time to call on our ancestral memories and our heart-centered intuition to relearn the language of the natural world and enter into the living dialogue once again.

Like Paul Stamets, I believe this is necessary for our own survival and the wellbeing of the web of life. I feel that as we open ourselves to this deep well of information and enter into the conversation of Earth consciousness we’ll discover the keys to our own fulfillment while receiving the necessary guidance to heal the damage that has been caused by our separation and restore sustainable harmony between humans and the rest of the living world.

So I’m choosing to tune in…slowing down as best as I can…teaching myself to listen…and inviting you to join me in this learning adventure. We’re all in it together, after all.

You’re invited to connect with a growing tribe of Earth following cultural revolutionaries by joining the EarthTribe rEvolution online community and/or participating in our monthly EarthTribe Council Calls.

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Feral Gardening

My garden went feral…and it took me with it.

Last year I planted what might have been a glorious garden, full of delicious potential. But then I wound up heading out on a road trip and being away for 6 whole weeks! I set the garden up to be watered once a day on a timer but wasn’t there to weed and tend to the plants so when I got back it was a crazy jungle of clover and mullein and dill. All the other lovely little food plants got choked out and the clover was THRIVING like a million legged green monster. It was impenetrable.

This year, I thought we were going to move in June so I didn’t even plan a garden. It was the first time in 13 years that I didn’t plant seeds in the spring. It felt weird to let the season go by without getting my hands in the soil and planning out my seasonal crops.

As the spring weeks came and went my perennials started popping up and then the clover returned with a force. Even though I love tending a garden I was kind of grateful to not be battling with the clover this year.

I diverted my local food obsession into learning about wild edibles and surrendered to a season without a garden…no weeding, no watering, no daily tending to the baby plants.  

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Wild onions flowering their gorgeous purple on the left. On the right a tall stand of Egyptian crawling onions…some of the hardiest perennials I’ve ever seen…they just flourished in the heat without a drop of water.

When the Summer came on it got fiercely hot and dry. Without daily watering my garden shriveled up and died. Only the strong survived.

I mourned the poppies and the strawberries as they withered away…celebrated the dying off of the clover…and then marveled at the plants that made it…the plants that stood tall and shone a vibrant green under the blazing desert sun with no water at all.

These plants needed no coddling. They were survivors. They were feral.

When the late summer rains started these survivor plants (aka “weeds”) began to flourish. Most of them were the same wild edibles and medicinals I’d been finding in the mountains…right there in my own garden. Lamb’s quarter, wild onions, mullein, motherwort, dandelion, mint, evening primrose and lots of salsify.

We didn’t move this summer and it looks like we’re going to be with piece of land through another turn of the year. So, I’ve been here, watching the garden change and evolve without my intervention.

With the abundant daily rain and the strong late-summer sun it felt like it was time for growth. I could feel the pull of the plants and my hands were longing to get in the soil, so I decided to merge the wild and the domestic…and I became a late-season feral gardener.

Blending my respect for the hardy wildness of these survivor plants and my love for the tenderness and interaction of caring for plants I strategically planted a variety of fall greens in and among the wild plants…kale, bok choy, dill, basil, spinach, orach mustard greens, arugula, romaine, chard and parsley…right there with the wild ones. Yum.

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In order to stir the soil selectively between the wild plants that I wanted to save I needed a special digging tool. So I look around the yard to see what there was and I found a deer antler…It was perfect!

Sitting in the moist garden, raking the soil with this antler tool and singing praises to the plants I found a deep bliss. I had never thought of planting after the rains came and the mosquitos went away…after the brutal spring winds had passed and the days were rich and warm. It was so sweet and easy.

I had always followed the calendar before. This year I followed the plants…and they made me a feral gardener.

That evening we had a delicious wild greens and quinoa salad inspired by a recipe that the Wild Food Girl published recently in her Wild Edible Notebook.

We harvested lambs quarters, wild onion, orach, dandelion and mint from the feral garden and mixed it up with cooked quinoa, sumac berries, wild bergamot, avocado, balsamic vinegar, olive oil and salt. So yummy!!!

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Simplifying

Paring down, weeding out, sifting through, releasing, letting go, letting go, clearing the path of all the rubble of distraction so we can remember our centers…the simple truth of who we are and why we’re here. 

It’s amazing how the stuff piles up…just from living daily life year after year in one house. Clothes and books and papers and toys and gadgets filling up all the drawers and closets and nooks and crannies in the house. We hardly ever touch or even think about 90% of it. It just sits there, taking up space, weighing down our lives with its inert presence.

My family and I are in the midst of rearranging our household right now and it’s calling us to let go of all the extra clutter from our home scene so we can be present and available for what is REAL and meaningful to us.

We’ve been taking one room at a time, one box, one drawer…sorting through it all and discovering precious long-forgotten treasures under the rubble of unnecessary STUFF.

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This volume of stuff hasn’t been enhancing our lives at all. The abundance of cheap and meaningless things only serves to cheapen our lives and distracting us from meaning. When we live with excess it just winds up piling up anyway…the mountains of laundry, the messy rooms, the piles of dirty dishes by the sink, the clutter in the corners…and it keeps us busy managing stuff rather than living life.

The goal we’ve been working with as we take on this grand sweep is to have only meaningful, useful, life-enhancing things that have a purpose and reason and place in our home. And, that as we set up our new household together, we all contribute to the maintenance and function of our lives together.

We started this as an experiment in the kitchen by each choosing our own plate, bowl, fork, spoon and cup. Each one of us has one of each that is “ours” and we put the rest of them away in a cupboard we don’t use regularly…out of sight, out of mind…and out of the flow of the daily dishes. Now we’re each responsible for washing our own plates and utensils and there’s no more pile up of dirty dishes by the sink. It’s such a relief…provides such spaciousness…and frees up our time for things more meaningful than washing a pile of nasty old dishes.

Trimming away the unnecessary excess makes things so simple and clear.

I had a somewhat parallel experience with my altar. It was the last thing that I dealt with in moving out of my bedroom. I had saved it for last because it was kind of intimidating. Years of use in the same place caused it to gather many layers of prayers and sacred objects. As I sat and asked for guidance on how to tend to each of these “things” it became clear to me what was no longer needed. I lovingly purged the old and returned it to the Earth with prayers of release and completion. The precious and steadfast sacred tools that were left got packed into a box and brought out to our new tent bedroom to be set up again.

But when I wanted to sit and pray on our first morning in the tent, before actually unpacking and setting up my new altar, I just intuitively reached for the basics. Fire and water and the representation of the God and Goddess in balance and integrity with each other. This balance is what it’s ALL made from…it is the copulation that gives birth to all of creation.

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Sitting in front of this simple altar, making a simple offering of sweet grass in reverence and appreciation for the lifeforce magic that flows through ALL things, I felt myself lighter and more centered than ever. Grateful to be finding my way through the clutter and back to the basics of life. 

 

PS…All this processing through my own STUFF reminded me of that brilliant video from a few years ago called “The Story of Stuff”…if you haven’t seen it, check it out…and if you’re interested in being tapped into the movement that it started visit The Story of Stuff Project website. 

 

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Healing Transformation

Our grandmothers were sisters…and inseparable. They were always together…talking, laughing, bickering and cooking. Italian matriarchs of a large and fruitful family.

We were their granddaughters…me and my big sisters…Lisa and her little sisters…a gaggle of girls watching, giggling, learning, playing, listening and eating the love-infused food they made for us.

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Me and my sisters and cousins…I’m the littlest one (in the green jump suit) and Lisa’s the blonde one in the top right. *note the awesome wallpaper in the background*

Twenty years have passed since we’ve seen each other in the flesh. It’s been two whole decades since our eyes have met…since we’ve spent time side by side talking, laughing, cooking and eating together. 

She moved off to Alaska and I moved off to Colorado, our visits home to Massachusetts never quite lining up over all these years.

But the power of healing transformation brought us back together again across the distance as adults.

And, this past weekend, after all these years we were together again in the flesh. She flew out to visit my sister and I here in Colorado…a reunion of sisters and cousins and history and healing. 

We hiked up into the rugged  Rocky Mountains, gathering wild salad for dinner and elderberries for winter medicine, talking and laughing, taking pictures and soaking up the beauty all around us…saturated in gratitude for family and health and the blessing of life and movement.

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Lisa in the Rocky Mountains

Running down the trail behind her in a gentle rain I marveled at how energetic and agile she is. How amazing it is that she can walk and run and hike and play.

It’s a miracle and a blessing that any of us can do all these things but I marvel because just 6 years ago Lisa was on the verge of being crippled by Multiple Sclerosis. 

She had already been experiencing symptoms and receiving medical treatment for a couple of years at that point. Her disease was progressing as expected, gradually degrading her nervous system, draining her energy and impeding her movement. The outlook was bleak…her biggest fear and sadness was not being able to be active with her kids as they grew.

She heard through the family grapevine that I had become a holistic health counselor so she reached out to me for support.

As I heard her story my heart aligned with the mission of facilitating a profound transformation for her. I hadn’t worked with MS before and didn’t know what we would be able to do but I dove in with her to find out.

I didn’t realize it at the time but this healing journey is what would transform me from a health counselor to a personal transformation coach.

During that next year and a half we worked together over the phone to peel back the physical, emotional and spiritual layers of her disease. We shifted her diet and drew on the support of natural herbs and supplements. We discovered unconscious beliefs, behavior patterns and old wounds that were robbing her of her power and sense of self. And we unleashed a clarity of vision for her to live a healthy, empowered life and to really BE there for her kids in all the ways that she longed to. 

She worked courageously to meet all the challenges and tests within her process and experienced a radical and breathtaking transformation. 

Eighteen months after we had begun our work together her energy was back and her symptoms were gone. Her annual MRI revealed that all but one of her spinal lesions had vanished and there was practically no sign of MS in her system. Her neurologist was baffled…and said “Whatever you’re doing, keep it up!”

A while after that she was able to get off the medications she’d been taking for years. Now she’s been off the medications and symptom-free for about 2 years.

All of this is wonderful…but what really gets me excited about her transformation is the way she has embraced LIFE as an adventure with an unparalleled love of beauty and childlike wonder.

These days she loves to head off into the wilderness of Alaska with her kids and friends to explore the beauty of the natural world…ice climbing, back country skiing, snow camping and mountain climbing…all the while taking exquisite photographs of the beauty she finds.

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Lisa cross country skiing in Alaska

Every time I see one of her pictures I rejoice and give thanks for the blessing of movement and health in her body and the healing power of transformation.

Getting to spend this past weekend together was the ultimate celebration. Hiking, laughing, swimming, cooking, eating, playing and enjoying the blessing of life together in the flesh.

Thanks for making it all the way out here to visit with us, Lisa!! We love you!!!!

Last Winter Lisa got to take an adventure film making class and made this short film about her transformational experience…Enjoy it…I sure do!!

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Eating Wild

Each bite we take is a communication…a message from the source of our food…encoded and encrypted in a way only cells and spirit can understand…carrying stories of place and energy…and, ultimately, instructions for our growing bodies and souls.

This is why food is so important to me.

It’s not just taste and texture…or convenience and quantity to me…it’s not even just a way to heal myself from or prevent disease…it’s the essential building blocks of my experience. It’s my energetic affiliation…it’s the reality I am creating for myself and the world I live in.

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morel mushrooms and wild onions

Food is a central player in my personal effort to revoke my affiliation with the corporate-military-industrial complex and align more deeply with the Earth.

Leaving behind the “conventional” foods of the Standard American Diet (which we all know by now is SAD) freed my body and my mind from the illnesses I had accumulated in my first twenty years. Eating more natural, organic food made me feel alive again…it cleared my body and empowered my mind. It was like shaking loose from a bad dream.

As I learned about the corporate food supply I realized how much destruction it causes…how atrociously the most popular food companies defile the Earth. Choosing to buy from “conscious companies” and to shop locally as much as possible felt like a step in the right direction.

But even all that “health food” passes through the complex…it picks up all sorts of crazy information along the way from irradiation, packaging, factories, trucks, warehouses and stores.

It’s marked with the signature of consumer culture and, in my dependence on it, I have been locked into it.

So now, with the help of my knowledgeable (and handsome) partner, I’m venturing onward…and outward…into the wild mountains…gathering food and medicine directly from the Source…from the Mother herself.

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It’s truly AMAZING how much wild food is growing all around us all the time! The Mother patiently provides for her children, even when they have forgotten how to receive…producing a wide range of flavors and textures…nutrients and teachings.

These are the teachings and the nutrients I need to take in as I learn how to be authentically human on this planet once again…how to connect with the Earth herself and root into a stability and security that is deeper and stronger than any of the “securities” this unsustainable society could promise.

The foods we gather in the mountains carry the signature of the sun and soil and rain and wind that created them. They are OF their place. Infused with the intelligence of the ecosystem. As I eat these foods I feel that I’m taking on the qualities of these plants and gaining the strength and resiliency needed to survive in this alpine desert. This is the blessing of local wild food…it gives you exactly what is needed for that particular place and time.

This realignment from society to ecosystem is a gradual weaning, of course…I am learning and adjusting, incorporating more wild foods into my experience while still very much relying on the store-bought calories…for now.

There is a transformation unfolding…a shift in my body and soul…an awakening to the nourishment of the Mother…and a remembering of my place in her arms.

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Wild salad with water leaf and water leaf flowers…rose petals, peppercress leaf and flowers, strawberry leaf and other yummy things of that nature.

****The natural world is FULL of food that is WAY cleaner and safer than the products of the industrial food supply and agribusiness…BUT…learning which plants are safe and nourishing and which ones can be harmful is a fine art. PLEASE be careful and double-triple check anything you learn here and confirm that the plants you want to eat are safe to eat BEFORE you eat them!  

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I Will Live Outside…again

“I will live outside again”

…a promise I made to myself and posted on the wall by my desk 8 years ago while living in my parents’ basement as a single mother and going to school.

Some people want to make a bunch of money, live in a fancy house, take vacations in “desired” locations and have the security of two cars in the garage. I’ve never wanted this. Life inside these kind of walls tends to bug me out…I get claustrophobic…anxiety creeps in and chokes out my lifeforce.

When I live outside, close to the movement and rhythm of the Earth and sky, I feel better. I breathe more deeply, think more clearly and feel more in tune with my own sacred purpose.

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The uncontrolled climate of the “great outdoors” wakes something up in me…a deep wild REALness that loves to know the heat of summer and the cold of winter…loves to feel the subtle humidity in the desert after the rains…loves to hear the animals shuffling around in the night, the coyotes singing to the moon and the birds celebrating first light. I am happiest when my cycles are attuned to the larger cycles of nature and the Universe.

So this has been my big dream…my big life goal…to live outside…again…

I say again because I got to taste and experience the magic of life at the pace and flow of the natural world during my daughter’s early years. Her daddy and I had been traveling and camping here and there around the country for years before she was conceived…living homefree and beyond the walls of conventional life. It was awesome in so many ways…the freedom and the adventure of it…the gorgeous places we got to travel through and wake up in. But we were always on the move, bopping in and out of the cities and spending lots of time on the interstate in between the sweet little campspots we found.

As I started to feel the call to become a mother I longed to root into a place and stay…to unwind myself into the dance of the seasons and the movement of the moon…to get away from the static of industrial culture and feel at HOME somewhere on the Earth. This was the reality I wanted to bring a child into. So we hunted and searched for a beautiful, natural place to plant ourselves and prepare for being parents.

It’s actually quite a lot harder than you may think to find a simple place to live a natural life in this country

The tentacles of corporate industrial culture are almost everywhere…polluted water and soil, suburban sprawl and heavily regulated federal lands stretch across what once was a vast expanse of wild lands. And, even if you can find a place free from all of this craziness…the private land is sooooo expensive.

But eventually we found it…the place that felt right. BIG mountains, BIG valley, BIG sky. I fell in love! My wild spirit rejoiced! I was HOME.

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Me and Luna Blue in the Spring of 2003…gotta love Spring in the Rockies!!

And…by an act of grace, we were blessed with the resources to buy a little piece of land right up next to the mountains. We got ourselves a 12×12 canvas wall tent and a wood stove to go in it and we began to settle into our new lifestyle.

We spent three full years in our sweet little canvas home…enjoying the seasons of the Rocky Mountains…Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall…without electricity and plumbing and closets and the other perceived “necessities” of life.

We raised up our baby with all the luxurious actual necessities of life and the freedom to enjoy them without distraction. She had loving arms, mama’s milk, cozy family time, clean water, fresh air and the space to be herself…exploring the natural world with her little natural human body. And she was happy.

It was a dream come true in a lot of ways…But it was a dream that we weren’t quite ready for.

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Luna Blues….toes and all…Summer of 2003

We were trying to follow some faint yearning…some distant memory that was buried deep down inside, under the habits and patterns and addictions and dysfunctions we’d inherited from our suburban childhoods and the mass media culture. We were trying to wake up a lifeway that had been dormant for generations…a lifeway that takes a whole tribe and a culture to support it.

We were reading books on canning and gardening and composting and parenting, fumbling to learn all the skills we needed and feeling the loss of those grandmothers and grandfathers who would have shown us how if our culture were intact.

We were trying to be everything to each other and our daughter…but we weren’t even enough for ourselves yet…we were still growing up and finding ourselves…healing from the cultural wounds and confusion of the modern world we’d been born into.

After 6 years of working together to bring this dream to fruition against all odds, our young marriage couldn’t sustain itself any longer. We simply didn’t have the skills, maturity and community support to navigate the more complex challenges of our own personal growth and the re-creation of a whole new culture while maintaining our marriage…so, after doing our best to keep it together, we eventually had to part ways.

And in our parting this whole lifeway unraveled. We had to walk away from the dream.

For me, as a newly single mother, without a job or education to speak of, that meant walking right back into a life of walls and jobs and schooling, trying to figure out how to “make it on my own” while taking care of my little girl in mainstream society. Maintaining a semblance of consistency for my daughter and generating some income flow meant making HUGE compromises to my personal values and desires and taking some pretty major steps backward on my journey toward a natural lifeway.

It crushed me. Broke my heart. Challenged my faith and ignited my anger that it should be so hard to live “simply”…that one should have to fight tooth and nail to earn the right to live off the grid and with the land…to get to that basic platform of chopping wood and carrying water.

I set my intention, then and there, to do whatever I needed to do to live outside again one day…

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Our new threshold…into the tent life again!

Now, almost 9 years after walking away from this dream…after all these years of learning and growing in preparation to return to the Earth…I am taking active tangible steps back toward it again…carrying all that I’ve learned about what it takes to sustain a life close to the Earth…and breathing patience into each part of the process.

And…as good fortune would have it…the man that I’ve fallen madly in love with just happens to have a wall tent…and a journey and yearning much like my own.

So, as we invest all that we’ve both learned along our rich and winding paths into visioning for the longterm cultivation of a new natural lifeway, our first simple step is into the “back yard”…sleeping and waking in the fresh mountain air…sunlight filtering through the canvas and wind breathing the sides in and out…living outside once again.  

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Truly…the best friggen partner on the planet!!

 

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Fed by the Mountain…quite literally

As we started walking down the path into the wilderness, my man called me to attention by asking me to let him know when I saw something edible.

I’d been walking along in my own little world with a vague sort of gratitude and relief to have found our trail head, loaded up our packs and be on our way for our weekend adventure…my mind carouselling around on its usual nonsense.

I was enjoying the pleasant green landscape around us as though it were wallpaper…entering the wilderness like a tourist…just gliding along the surface of appearances.

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This prompt to spot some wild edibles brought me into focus and into context.

I was a living being among living beings. I was a creature with specific relationships to all the other creatures around me. I was surrounded by a diverse community of plants and animals, each with their own character and personality…each with their own gifts to give.

The wallpaper began to come alive.

I started trying to hone in on leaf shapes and flower structures, trying to remember what I’d learned and tune into my intuition. At first it was all a blur. It was hard to focus on the details as I was walking by and to pick out the differences in the thickness of leaves all around.

Then my man pointed out some strawberry leaves hidden in the understory. I knew these plants…they were like old friends. But I only knew them for their berries. He told me that the leaves were good to eat too and I tried one…he was right…mild, delicious, nourishing.

As we walked through the forest I started to recognize more plants and learn more plants…touching, tasting, listening to them as we went along. We were surrounded by food!

That weekend we were fed by the mountain, enjoying delicious salads of dandelion, strawberry leaf, peppercress, waterleaf, lamb’s quarter and sheep sorrel (my personal fav!!!). 

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Peppercress…mmmmm…spicy!

Since then I’ve been eating it all up…learning and getting to know the plants…who they are, how they taste, how they make me feel, what they look like as they grow and flower and fruit and mature, where they like to live…

It’s like coming home to my long-lost family!!

Stay tuned for more posts and stories (with more pix) about the food and medicine we’re finding in the natural world around us.

****The natural world is FULL of food that is WAY cleaner and safer than the products of the industrial food supply and agribusiness…BUT…learning which plants are safe and nourishing and which ones can be harmful is a fine art. PLEASE be careful and double-triple check anything you learn here and confirm that the plants you want to eat are safe to eat BEFORE you eat them!  

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Pressing on…

Sitting on a rock outcropping thousands of feet above our little town, my daughter asked me to pass the water.

Relieved and grateful to have this windy respite from the mosquito swarms of the forest and a much needed break for her little legs, she opened the water bottle and took a long slow conscious sip. Perhaps, the most appreciative drink of water she’d ever taken in her eleven years on this Earth.

It’s funny what we take for granted. The miracle of water, the gift of life, these epic mountains that loom above us. From the comfort of our domesticated lives it all just fades into the background. Against the flash of the TV screen and the buzz of the mass media these precious gifts can almost seem dull and boring.

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My daughter has lived 9 out of her 11 years at the base of these mountains and had never ventured into their vast wilderness. Never knowing the mysterious abundant life they hold.

The layers of ecosystems that unfold from the desert-scape we live in…the richness of wild food and medicine, the density of leaves and trees and growing things, the sweet smells and exquisite flowers, the secret lives of marmots and big horn sheep and the crystal clear waterfalls and lakes that touch the sky 4,000 feet above our town and pour forth into our own familiar creeks.

This inauguratory hike was BiG work for her (and actually for me too). The trail was steep and long. The mosquitos were ruthless. The sun beat down on us. And she didn’t know if she could do it. This was, by far, the most difficult physical feat she’d ever taken on in her young life.

About ten minutes into the hike she was already hunched over, groaning and tired…asking to take a break. I urged her to sink in, enjoy the walk, let the mountain carry her. She rolled her eyes and reluctantly pressed on.

As we ascended through the different zones along the trail she went through her own cycles of acceptance and resistance, getting into the groove and struggling against the strain. But she kept pressing on. The deeper in we got the more realistic our goal of reaching the lake became and the more her spirits lifted. Even as our legs fatigued and our pace slowed to a crawl in that last stretch before the lake she willingly pressed on. 

She pressed through her doubt and fear and pushed her body past its brink of comfort and she reached the top, the depth, the reality of the mountains she’s grown up with.

For the first time…she knew them.

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She knew the sunlight through trees, she knew the scent of wild rose in the air, she knew the silent mirror lake reflecting the ancient sky, she knew the strength of her muscles carrying her along their slope, she knew clean water coming into her body to replenish and revive the energy and sweat she had poured into the mountainside…and she knew the gift of her precious life. 

It takes this.

It takes this stretching beyond our comfort, beyond our known, beyond our familiar routines and the monotony of preprogramed predictability…to really knowto know life and water and ourselves, first hand.

 

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What Happens in a Meadow at Dusk?

There are a few big, wild, real, living places left on this planet…a few places where the song of nature prevails and the din of industrial society is forgotten…a few places where the ancestral soul lives on in the movement of wild water and the dance of the insects on the breeze.

Far from the lights of civilization the BiG skies are saturated with stars.

Far from the effects of industry the BiG trees are teeming with life.

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These are the places I feel most comfortable…where I can let loose and BE…where I can unfurl my subtle layers like the petals of a flower…releasing my animal body and my wild cosmic soul. Here, in the wilderness I find myself and my true human nature.

Sleeping under the stars and watching the moon transit the vast expanse of black sky. Waking to the pale light of early morning. Feeling the trees breathe. Soaking in the intricate melodies of birds and the song of the breeze dancing through aspen leaves. Bathing in cold mountain creeks while singing praises and thanksgiving.

This is the richness of LIFE that awakens my human soul…that reminds me of the power and beauty of being alive on this planet with human consciousness and a healthy body.

“What happens in a meadow at dusk?”* …is it everything or nothing?

…and how do we even know if we haven’t taken the time to unfurl there…to open our senses and truly BE there. 

This planet is vast and expansive…and the forces of nature are powerful beyond measure but I say there are only “a few” places of true wilderness left because the tentacles of industry have twisted themselves into astonishingly remote nooks and crannies around the globe. 

The story of Midway Island is a deeply disturbing yet perfect example of the far reaches of these tentacles. Way out in the North Pacific, more than 2000 miles from the nearest continent, this island is inhabited mostly by birds. To the casual observer it looks like a pristine natural environment…but that’s far from the case. The bellies of these birds are literally FULL of plastic trash. 

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Wherever industry weasels its way into the natural rhythm and flow of life there is a long chain of cause and effects that throws off the whole system.

Disruption to the food chain and the intricate balance of predator, prey and symbiotic relationships…chemical pollution and industrial waste that interferes with longevity, reproduction and genetic integrity…the removal of trees that eradicates vital habitat for a complex weave of life forms…these are some of the most common ways that industry interferes with essential natural balance every day, all over the planet…ways that often go unnoticed.

Over the past 15 years I’ve traveled back and forth across the US several times and have witnessed, first hand, the steady progression of logging, ranching, fracking, mining, monocrop and GMO agriculture…the increase in factories, processing plants and suburban sprawl.

The domestication of this wild country continues year by year, bulldozing right over the delicate balance of life. As industry is allowed now into our federal lands no place is off limits to them anymore. 

And, of course, it’s not just here in the US. The devastation of the Tar Sands project in Canada, the astronomical air and water pollution in China, the radioactive waste pouring off the coast of Japan and the oil fields burning in the Middle East are some of the more dramatic examples we all know about in our global scope.

Several years ago, I also journeyed to what was once part of the Amazon rainforest in Peru to a humble little village that had been clear-cut over a decade earlier. The indigenous people whose families had lived on that soil for thousands of years were subsisting in poverty in a place that had once been a paradise of nourishment.

The loss is pervasive, wide spread and devastating beyond what we can actually perceive…beyond what we even know to grieve for.

Those truly wild places hold secrets that we desperately need in these troubled times. They hold the signature of LIFE undisturbed…of billions of organisms from the micro to the macro dancing together to the rhythm of primordial lifeforce energy…feeding each other, housing each other, living in the deepest form of community. In these places, untouched by industry, the culture of life is intact…the original instructions are being lived out…the ancient wisdom prevails.

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And these places are dwindling…they themselves are an endangered species…their intricate purity and unfathomable richness is being crowded out and replaced by city parks and managed forests…two dimensional approximations of what we perceived “nature to be.

But nature…true, wild, raw nature…can not be understood or duplicated…it can not be replaced…it can not be managed and calculated.

It is the incalculable magic of LIFE, itself.

 

* “What happens in a meadow at dusk?”…a question from a poignant dinnertime argument in the movie “I <3 Huckabees”…If you haven’t seen it, check it out…

 

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