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Saturday, 23 September 2017

Emotions, gating, and teamwork

(This post is a follow-up to the last one. If you haven't read that one yet, I suggest you do, for context.)

Emotions are .. well, they're a tricky business.

They're not things in themselves. They're part of our internal messaging system if you will, almost (but not quite) another way of sensing the world. But instead of telling us about the world, they're telling us about how we feel about the world. They're judgements. They're part of our gating mechanism.

Wednesday, 20 September 2017

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy, and some of those things are about to make themselves known.



I'm always amused when I read a headline like "new planet discovered". I mean, the damn thing's been there for eons, it's not new. Or "new gut bacteria found to aid weight loss" or "lost tribe found in jungle" .. it's unlikely the bacteria is "new" (although you never know with bacteria) and it's more than probable that tribe knew exactly where they were.

These headlines aren't just poor grammar, they're the hubris of the human intellect on display. We really do see something we've just discovered as new, as though it had suddenly popped into existence before our very eyes.

So I won't be at all surprised when the day comes that I read "new pathways in the human brain allow communication with plants".


Tuesday, 5 September 2017

The "in" crowd



Okay, here's the story.

It's nothing personal, but I've decided to make the garbling/wildcrafting/plant medicine blog a members only site.

Sunday, 3 September 2017

Excavations and flying monkeys



It sure looks like the work of a miniature front end loader. The sod is rolled up, quite neatly actually, leaving a trench a foot or so long and maybe 6" wide. This has been happening with some frequency over the last few nights, most likely the work of skunks or raccoons after some tasty grubs. I'm guessing skunks, they're more fastidious than raccoons would be. Raccoons are hooligans, skunks are quite genteel.

(Added later - having now seen their work up close and played the game of 'put the muddy jigsaw of a lawn back together', I'd say it wasn't all that tidy after all. Raccoons, then.)

Saturday, 2 September 2017

If anyone comes up with a title for this, let me know. I'm stumped.


I'm just going to babble at y'all today. Call it a warm up as writing season proper fast approaches (I can feel it coming on the northwest wind).

I spent part of today's afternoon lounging in a lawn chair tucked in between one of the pear trees and the long bed that runs down our side of the neighbour's cedar hedge. So to my right, tree, and almost touching me on the left, a sprawling comfrey, the fading sweet ciciley topped with fragrant, anise smelling seeds, and a jumble of extremely tall yellow chrysanthemum looking things (no idea what they're called), purple and white phloxes, pink himalayan balsams (they look like gigantic jewel weeds), more comfrey and beyond that the rhubarb sharing space with a wild honeysuckle (no longer in bloom) and some lovely volunteer agrimony with their yellow steeple flowers ..

Wednesday, 16 August 2017

Is there anyone out there? Hello?

What with it being summer and all, it seems none of us are writing on our blogs lately! I don't (yet) have much to say either, so how about some music?

Thanks to an email exchange in the background, I've been taking another look at my taste in music and finding that it's even more eclectic than I'd realized. It would be impossible for me to pick a genre and say "this is my favourite" or conversely to say there's any particular genre that I just can't listen to.

That said, there are plenty of songs or artists that don't appeal to me for one reason or another (I'm looking at you, Rush) and certain genres that I think tend to be, (how to say this?), weaker than they could be. For instance, a lot of the modern Christian "rock" that I've heard leaves me feeling uninspired ..

But then along comes the soulful, heart-on-his-sleeve Amos Lee, with "Jesus (can You help me now)". With powerful, vulnerable lyrics and raw electric guitar licks that could stand shoulder to shoulder with the ones we all loved on Spirit In the Sky, this is a song I can listen to over and over. Maybe you can listen to it more than once too; first, here's the live rendition.



Now here's the studio version, also just excellent (I think). Possibly the better of the two, what say you?



And of course you can't go wrong with the classics. Years ago a friend sent us a mix CD of gospel-ish music, but without attributions, so we had no idea of who the artists were (which was very frustrating because it's great stuff). I had to search high and low on youtube to find this track for y'all, now my favourite version of "Ain't No Grave".





Monday, 24 July 2017

Bones & a mullein grove - a typical day in our a-typical life

(Lots of great pics by Paul in this one, do to click to embiggen!)

I won't say every day is like this, but our everyday lives are such that days like yesterday are not only possible, but quite likely. So it's not entirely uncommon for Paul (my husband, co-conspirator and all around good guy) to say things like -

"If you're good, I'll take you to see that dead fox tomorrow."

And for me to respond with a delighted "oooh, yes PLEASE!" at the prospect. Who wouldn't?

Besides, he needed gravel, and I needed mullein, (a lot of mullein); the dead fox just happened to be at the gravel pit on Ebert road, which just happens to be one of the best places to find just about any weedy herb I happen to need a lot of, so the next morning we happily set off on our little adventure.