Saturday, 18 March 2017

Whispers


Crows think they're silver.

That's something I thought I'd gleaned from the Carlos Castaneda books that we all read back in the day, but I've just googled it and didn't find any such reference. How odd.

Wednesday, 15 March 2017

Something in the air


Can you sense it?

If you watch the news or read the comment sections of almost any website, it seems like there is a collective hardening of the heart going on out there. People are fearful, "othering" each other; nations are strengthening their borders; police becoming more militaristic; medical practitioners and healers are declaring war on each other's specialities; the use of extremely powerful, mind-altering drugs (prescription or otherwise) is skyrocketing. Everywhere you look, someone is trying to avoid or gearing up to fight some thing, some threat, some change that they feel in the air.

Monday, 6 March 2017

A sense of place


If you've ever stood under a starry night sky, did it make you feel small, yet somehow .. right?

To me, there's something about the sight of the stars - I mean the way they should be seen, not blotted out by street lights and buildings so that only a planet or two twinkles faintly, but the whole vast starry heavens pouring by - that makes me feel .. corrected.

It's not that the uncertainty and the frailty of being human is taken away, but that the uncertainty and frailty seem just right. It makes me laugh (in the way that we laugh when we're faced with truth) and sometimes it scares me, but it's also just delicious to be reminded that I am small, that the Universe is far too vast a thing for me to grasp. I feel let off the hook, I see the folly of ever trying to be of any significance.

Do you know what I mean?


Thursday, 2 March 2017

Writing about writing, a heap of frustration and a return to my roots




You didn't know, hell, even
I didn't really know or understand until this morning
that I have, in effect,
been lying to you all along.

Wednesday, 1 March 2017

flowers


There's a post with pretty pictures over here at the garbling blog if you're interested.

I'll be back to writing on this blog in a day or so ..

Saturday, 18 February 2017

an alder-ed state of consciousness



Sometimes working with Medicine plants is pure magic.

Right now, I'm working with alder. The male and female cones, a few twigs for their bark and a couple of leaves for good measure were turned into both an infused oil and a tincture late in the summer.

Enlarge this and you'll see the two sorts of cones:
males (sometimes called catkins) are long and pendulous,
females look like tiny pine cones.


I say, "I'm working with alder" but it's more that alder is working on me.

Tuesday, 14 February 2017

wildcucumber - a troll for Mother Nature



I troll in the comment sections of GreenMedInfo and Natural News - you should look for me there and join in sometime! - and today, in the comments below a post on (shocker!) the contamination of commercial supplements, I said this:

"This has been known for decades, yet people still buy supplements instead of eating real food or turning to growing their own, including herbal remedies.

And before you try to tell me that 'not everyone can' do these things, let me assure you that anyone can find sources of clean food, anyone can grow clean food IF and WHEN they wake up to the truth - that consumerism leads to chronic, learned helplessness.

Strike out on your own people, grow some 'nads and free yourself from Big Herb."

And do you know what the mods did? They removed my post, of course.