As we glance forward toward new challenges and opportunity, we acknowledge the work and the blessings that have brought us to this moment. One of the most bittersweet parts of our new chapter is saying goodbye to the land we leave behind. When we moved into this rented space almost three years ago, though we knew it would likely be an impermanent home, we poured our love and energy into rehabilitating the soil, and creating a sanctuary for flora and fauna alike. The 'before' photo was taken in the autumn during our first month, just after foraging for cardboard, leaves and other organic matter to build 'lasagana' gardens, spreading seeds of native grasses and perennials, and planting garlic, tulip and daffodil bulbs. Over the years, we have been moved beyond words by the increase in fertility and diversity we have witnessed. We almost couldn't believe it when we received word that this property would be next on the chopping block, plowed under to make way for more multi-unit development. This was the first year we went without starting seeds or preparing our garden beds, though we still go to the garden daily to water the soil and vegetation, and express our gratitude to the land we so deeply love. The 'after' photograph depicts what we see this spring -- a thriving garden complete with robust, spreading perennials, native grasses, fruiting mushroom bodies, and self-seeded milkweeds, sunflowers, beets, romaine and more; the conflicting emotions that result from beholding the abundance stewardship and intention enables, and knowing this beautiful place will soon be compacted under the weight of construction equipment, is difficult to encompass. We have learned beyond a doubt, however, that supporting the Earth's inherent ability to nourish, provide and thrive requires merely a small amount of awareness and cooperation from our species; we are humbled by the lessons we have learned here, and will carry our commitment to stewardship with us wherever the wind
. . “Hummingbirds have knowledge of how to use flowers for healing. This includes their fragrance, color, and herbal qualities as well. They can teach you how to draw the life essence from them and create your own medicines - as in the case of Bach flower remedies and other flower elixirs. They can teach you how to use flowers to heal and win hearts in love.” - Animal Speak . My daughter brought me this wounded hummingbird today. She plucked it out of my cat’s mouth. He’s still alive and I’ve been watching him slowly die. I gave him some reiki and he perked up for a while and there was a flicker of hope only to then see him fall back into an altered state. For the kids I made it into a lesson on hummingbirds, but for me I felt this sensation in my heart. I nestled the bird in my heart space and tried to just listen. The above quote feels right for me, a blessing for the flower essences I make. . A reminder to be joyful and lighter along the journey, how fragile life really is, and how we are all so interconnected in everything we do and experience. This little heart beating along with mine. I wish I could save him but am grateful for the time I got to spend in awe examining this sweet sweet being and sharing with my kids the importance of this bird. . #hummingbird#birdmedicine#sacredheart#intuitiveheart#honorthesacred#motherearthgifts#collectiveconsciousness#interconnected
“Anywhere can be a place to meditate or a place to pray. Stopping and listening to nature, honoring Earth and Spirit by making beauty, is a part of my practice of meditation, of which there are so many forms. That's what meditation, yoga, all of the parts of this path are to me in a few simple words: deep listening, deep honoring.” The beautiful offerings that WLY teacher @madgkelly makes out in nature are an exquisite reminder that the sacred is wherever you make it✨🌸✨
I haven't shared many photos from our excursion out west. I don't believe in setting jealousy traps, and I like remaining physically, terrestrially present. But, I want to make a special shout out to @indigenousgeotags who has helped me remember the names and the stories behind the "public land" I walk as I hike, wander, and gawk. I walk, I gawk on stolen land. The prayers that once echoed on these hills, collected in these trees, and caressed these canyons have long been silenced. I want to acknowledge and honor the Hopi, the Yavapai, the Diné (whose languages are featured), and the Zuni, the Pueblo, the Hualapai (and many other) nations, tribes, and bands whose land has left me awe-struck in the past week. The Creator blessed you with multitudes, and Settlers have left you with mere scraps; playing inhospitable hosts though we were uninvited guests. May this land be known. May it be honored. May the peoples who have found it to be home for millennia be known, be honored, be strengthened. May the intimacy our Native hosts share with the Land bring forth new, renewing Life. May the Creator honor their devotion, and hold accountable Settler ignorance. . . . #honortheearth#honorthesacred#nativelivesmatter#publiclandisnativeland#nativeland#arizona#grandcanyon#adventure#travel#hiking#keepitwild#idlenomore
. This time of year I like to take the dogs out for early morning hikes. The air is fresh and crisp, its mostly quiet except for the birds greeting the new day with their songs, the rushing rivers and the occasional rustling about the forest floor. Today I chose a trail that I haven't taken since this past fall due to snow and skiers all winter long. The dogs were wild with excitement, off to sniff out all their old haunts. About ten minutes up I'm nearing the top of the first crest, I look up to see where the dogs are. I see them stopped and then, I see a large black figure standing on it's hind legs at the edge of the woods. . . For a split second I was in awe, I saw the bear and the bear saw me. Then I became fearful; how hungry is this bear? are there cubs nearby? are the dogs safe? I took a few steps behind the tree line, once I was out of sight (I won't lie) I ran. I was worried about how the dogs would exit the situation, but trusted their instincts to guide them. . . I've seen bears before, from the safety of my car and once from the deck but it ran off. I've never been this close with no place to go. I feel deeply grateful for the sighting, but I'm disappointed with myself for letting fear take over. There is obviously a need for caution, awareness and respect, however I lost all faith in myself to just calmly and intelligently walk away. Lots of Big Medicine here today. . . "If bear has shown up in your life, ask yourself some important questions. Is your judgement off? How about those around you? Are you not recognizing what is beneficial in your life? Are you not seeing the core of good deep within all situations? Are you being too critical of yourself or others? Are you wearing rose-colored glasses? Bear medicine can teach you to go deep within so that you can make your choices and decisions from a position of power." #tedandrews . . . #bearmedicine#blackbear#urusamericanus#closeencounter#vermontmornings#honorthesacred
It is nearly impossible to talk about Transition without including the subject of death and decay. Though among the most difficult and painful aspects of our existence, I am in awe of the great forces of balance, and how these vital processes perpetuate life. As the grip of a long winter loosens After the blessing of steady rains and mild temperatures Along the banks of sweet, flowing water Marked by the time of blossoming lilacs Beneath the cottonwood trees, they emerge; A delightful representative of our Earth's sacred decomposers A delicious reminder of the perpetual cycle of energy Teaching the virtue in wasting not, The morel mushroom. The annual foray through springtime woods with @beboplobo is one of my favorite celebrations of decay, death, transition and life everlasting.