Green Tribe of Belonging

  Mother Heroes Mother Bear eats her fill and builds her strength, then finds a safe cave for the winter. In the dark and cold, she bears her cubs, born blind, hairless and tiny, but mother is there to feed them with her rich milk for months.  She continues there without eating until Spring sets them free. The wolf pack is led by a mother wolf. She carefully chooses the den for the pack, then bears her cubs in its safety, staying close while others in her tribe bring her food. Then, when the little ones are ready, she leads daily survival classes for them, preparing them for freedom. If you see a bird flying by with a stick in her mouth, she is preparing to be a mother with a nest high in a tree, safe from interlopers. And then it’s her time to lay a clutch of eggs, which she incubates until they hatch, and if she’s lucky her mate helps bring food for the little ones until they can fly. The mother elephant grows her child in her body for 22 months. And then keeps the newborn f...

  There is something beautiful about a group of people sitting quietly together for an hour on Sunday mornings, not hustling around, not competing for air time, just sitting still and letting mind, body and spirit come together. It is different than sitting quietly by yourself. There is a togetherness, a commonality that stretches in the air between us. And when someone is moved to break that silence with a message, you listen. There is an atmosphere of humbleness. An assumption that none of us knows everything. And some things are not known by facts and figures. Instead, we need to look inside for deep truths. Today I was remembering how we humans live in a world full of non-human life. We’re surrounded by plants, other animals, birds, insects, tiny microscopic life above and below ground. And if we’re smart, we respect all of this other life and do our best to fit in, to not upset the balance of living things in our world. And then I thought of my favorite earth-dwellers: plants....

 I meant to post this earlier, but things got too busy here! For those of you who live within traveling distance of Iowa City, you might be interested in coming to learn about and harvest healing herbs on Saturday. We'll start at 2:00 in the Prairie Hill Common House. And then later we'll go out to my medicinal herb garden, and you can harvest anything that you'd like. You'll get directions about how to make tinctures and how to make salves. So if you're interested, you can go home and use herbs from this garden to fill your own winter medicine cabinet.  I'm pasting a list of most of the herbs growing here right now, though there are some others that didn't make it onto the list. No charge for this. I love to share my garden and the information about how plants can help make us more resilient and healthy.  Here's a partial list of what's here now: Anise Hyssop Black Cohosh Borage Burdock Root Common Sage Dandelion Root Echinacea Elecampane Goldenrod ...

  Listen to the Trees In our human world on the planet Earth it is a frightening time. Not only have we forgotten our roots, our place in the vast infrastructure upholding and surrounding us. Powerful leaders are also learning mind control, using their brains and influence to control their fellow humans. TV commercials, political ads, so much media: people wanting power and wealth, have lost the integrity of truth and conscience. It feels like we’re always needing to protect ourselves from those who want to manipulate us, in order to get what they want. Yesterday, amid all this scary chaos, I was handed a beautiful book about Trees, about their history and place here. It reminded me to look beyond my species, to see our predicament in the world with a wider perspective. We humans are brilliant in some ways, but are so susceptible to greed, power and competition, and we may well not survive much longer. But trees have learned over thousands of years to live in harmony with other for...

 It's been a busy time here. I started a blog post several days ago, but haven't had time to finish it. So I dug out a poem I wrote years ago. The Cubs are doing well this year (though I was too tired to stay up to see who won last night. Don't tell me! I'll watch it later.)  The other post will arrive as soon as I can get to it, but here's a filler in the meantime..... _________________________________________________________________________ Something Larger Evening dusk pulls me inside to settle into the recliner, the screen in front of me showing my favorite baseball team running the bases. The score is against us, and it is raining on the Chicago field, the other team so far ahead you’d think I’d turn off the TV. But loyalty is a powerful instinct. The players on my chosen team feel like family. With each one there is a bond as they do their best and I’m at their back as I sigh at a strike out, smile when the pitcher throws a good inning, shout with joy at a hom...

  Queen in the Woods The Mother Oak stands at the edge of the park, her wide-spread branches dominating the scene, decades of growth bringing her to her prime, entangled with millions of life forms around and below. Thousands of caterpillars feasting on the smooth dark leaves, and in their turn, birds snapping up the caterpillars for their own feast. Squirrels scampering through the strong leafy branches, and an owl quietly standing watch from a hole midway to the top. The unseen world below the oak’s base is crowded with webs of roots and microscopic life. Mycelium offering up its bounty in return for nourishment, each giving and receiving for their mutual benefit. Over the years, this mother tree has offered her progeny  to the world around her: acorns buried by squirrels, planted near and far, a crop of children still connected to her life force. And she will support them in the abundant mysterious ways of trees. When her life is over, her branches and trunk dying, her body...