Bird Friends

The Chicken and the Hawk January 23, 2016

An interesting day on this wonderful full moon!  Was talking on the phone when I heard a noise out side. Loud and bold cawing of crows mixed with chicken screams. When you live on a farm close with nature you are tuned in so much to your surroundings that you can hear when something is not right, like a change in the way the dogs are barking or the chickens squawking loudly in fear! I hung up and ran out side to investigate! In the sky there were a dozen crows flying around in scattered abandon, screaming and diving at a hawk who was very close the chicken coop and yard. Then a small bird joined in and dove toward the hawk, letting it know it was not welcome. I sparrow hawk was next in line, coming so fast in a dive, it’s wings folded close into it’s body like a missile of destruction. As I walk towards the coop the chickens were screaming in alarm, running into their house for cover. Then all of a sudden a second hawk rose from the ground out of my view from behind the coop! I ran, worried I would find the dying body of one of my hens. My grey Orpington ran past me from the site and fled inside. There on the ground where her grey feathers scattered about by the wind. I ran inside to check her—no blood was found. A close call though!  I don’t think we have lost a chicken to a hawk ever in over ten years! But what was the most amazing thing was the fact that the crows, birds and that brave little sparrow hawk were protecting my chickens. They did not give up their pursuit until the hawks were gone—not even letting one rest on a tree on the other side of the farm.

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Snow Feathers-January 24, 2016

In the depth of winter, in our busy lives, we can miss things if we do not stop and look. A puddle on the ground on the way to the barn for morning chores. Cold, tired, and would rather be in bed, but I look and see the puddle-frozen,  but something different. Snow feathers three dimensionally dancing above the sheet of ice. Never in my life have I seen such a sight! I might never see it again. Life is changeable all around us. If we watch, observe and come into the space of our Mother we will witness things that can not be created even in our mind. Even in the dead of winter when all is asleep in the plant world here, there is still something to see, something to marvel over and bring a tear to your eye!

What a gift! Glad I went out to the barn to do chores that morning!

Planting the Medicine

Planting the Medicine January 21, 21016

I am an Herbalist. I love plants and always have from the time I was a little girl. The pictures I have of myself where always out side, in the woods, in the yard. I was blessed to be raised in a family that cared for the earth and believed we should leave it better than we found it. Every time I saw destruction of some wild place it would truly hurt my heart and bring me to tears. I can not separate myself from that place that is as much a part of me as a hand or a leg. It feeds me and clothes me and gives me shelter. Water in which to wash and drink with. And beauty, so much beauty to feed my soul and make me smile or bring me to tears. The well of emotion that can come up at a wonderful sunset, or a flock of geese flying over head to tell me that the ungodly heat is done with for a few months. Their cries like music for my soul. I always stop and listen as they fly over. Do they have any idea how much their flying over me brings such joy? Do they understand that I wait for them every year?  Knowing that when they come I can look forward to snow and ice and cold nights by warm fires? I always stop when I hear them coming, take a deep breath of gratitude into my heart and thank Creator for bringing them to me.

But now we are in winter and entering the time of medicine planting for me. I gather the seeds, listening as I peruse the catalogs to see what medicine wants to be grown this year. There are the standards for me, Mother worth, Meadowsweet, Yarrow, Echinacea, Mullein, Butterfly weed, Arnica and Chamomile. This year there will be new friends in Culver’s root, Blue cohosh, Black Cohosh, Wild yam, Teasel and Red Bergamot just to name a few. I am so excited about the Teasel! Such an amazing plant-so stately and tall, forming lovely cups to hold water up the stem where the leaves attach, cone shaped flower heads, the blooms in a lavender circle around like a wreath of flowers on a new brides head. And the medicine! So important for fighting Lyme! What a gift! We will have to wait two years for the bloom—this year just a rosette—next year the stalks and blooms.  I do hate the wait but it teaches me patience. It teaches me that some things we must wait for. Hoping we will see it, that the plants will germinate, will grow, that the summers will not be too harsh, that no drought or floods come to stop their progress.  When we plant a garden we do plant hope. Hope that we will see it bloom!

 

Thanksgiving

For as long as I can remember I have observed and immersed my self in Nature, watching everything around me as if Creator himself had made it just for me. A Masterpiece hanging on a wall that only I could see the beauty in. I think I am different that way. I can watch a sunset and know I will never see anything just like it again in my life. I cherish it deeply in that moment. Like snowflakes that always change, never duplicating. It is amazing that Nature can have infinite variations, never repeating the same pattern twice. It is one of the reasons that trying to control an outcome of Nature does not work. We have intelligent brains, but we do not get that we are really not in charge of anything but ourselves, and even then that is an iffy proposal. We are a part of a web, a web that is so intricate, so detailed, that to snip one thread is to compromise the whole structure. We do not dominate Nature and survive. For she will, in her time, wash over us like we are nothing but pebbles in the sand. We are a speck of dust, swept out to sea. If you ever step into a wilderness area, no trails, no one around to help, you will begin to feel just how vulnerable we are. We are nothing more than a part of that web, we did not create it, and we can not control it.

In Nature, plants and animals adapt to threats whether it be a virus or a predator. In a stand of trees dying of a virus, there often times will be one that survives—the last one. It had more time to figure out how to stop the virus. We are now seeing on this Planet an increase in mutations for adaptation. Weeds are growing resistant to herbicides; bacteria are mutating and gaining resistance to antibiotics. Why is this happening? Because those things all have a purpose on the Earth. They all have a role to play that is very important. It is the balance that is evident in all living things. No one thing is immune to death and when something throws off that balance Nature increases it’s fight against that which has become unbalanced. The Earth is overpopulated right now. We are taking more than we give back. We are destroying Nature at a faster pace than ever witnessed before in the history of the planet. We are now becoming the enemy. So viruses will get stronger, weeds more persistent. All of this will continue until we realize that we are what is out of balance and bring ourselves back into balance. We are the problem we are trying to fight.

But there is an answer. There is a way to reconnect and become a part of the Sacred Circle of Life. There is a way to bring balance back in our own lives, in our own homes and farms. What happens when you do is amazing. The Mother embraces you fully. You become a part of the web once again. Everything you need shows up in front of you, and a peace like you have never felt washes into your life. Not that you can’t be pulled back into the craziness of our world, but you can always come back into the peace until you decide that you will stay there.

You learn humbleness. To honor those people and things around you that Creator has brought to help you on the journey. And that is what this blog is about. The Earth Walk.

At this time we pray for the people of the world who are totally disconnected form the web of life, who do not realize they are a part of Nature. We pray to Creator/Mother that the violence and hatred be transformed into something better. That peace will come to people in their hearts when they realize we are all One. We are all connected. No separation. We are the web of life and we must repair the damage we have done. We must come home.

I send blessings out to all at this time of Thanksgiving. That we have good food from the Earth, and loving friends and family gathered near, to share this wondrous place in which we are privileged to live.  Wado—thank you!