The Arrival of Autumn

by on September 11th, 2015

Anima Sanctuary summer bouquet

Happy Harvest-Time News & Musings, from Elka! 

We woke this morning to yet another incredible monsoon season morning, the first day cool enough to be called “Fall” and dressed in the seasons special colors.  The sun is shining through the misty mountaintops, lighting everything up in that orangey-pink glow for a long while before the heights of the glow fade. I love striding around in the morning light, preferably before anyone else is up, just admiring all the beautiful beings of the canyon, freshly washed by the rain and shining in the first rays of the blessed sun! Another day of being so good to be alive, and healthy, and filled with energy, love and inspiration! Another day of getting to tend home and hearth and family, with good foods and busy hands! I love that feeling of walking around, seeing the things that need tending and feeling the urges to complete tasks, clean things, write things down, harvest and cook, put things in order.  Whenever we get a chance, our daughter Rhiannon and I find fun things to do together, like playing Cooking Scrabble!

Rhiannon and Elka blissing over Cooking Scrabble

There are days when my perception of “the work” clouds a bit, and it seems that there’s way too much to do. But, as much as a sense of urgency tends to make me feel like going faster, it’s rarely a good idea– for me, at least! Usually I’m better off slowing down a little bit extra, even if that feels a little difficult, and even if it means getting a bit less “done”. (In quotes, because so many of the things we do really only appear to be “finished” for a brief moment in time– like the dishes, or emails, for instance!) Really, I try to tend things, and myself well enough each and every day so I never get to that feeling, but things happen… Personally, I think time is the best medicine for just about everything that gets out of whack, and maybe tied with health as the most valuable-yet-often-taken-for-granted resource around. Folks rarely seem to have enough time, and it’s one of those mysteries of life I sure wish I could figure out. I think it might have to do with us as a culture having some collectively screwed-up priorities. Maybe more of us would have plenty of time to take care of our things, enjoy our families and homes and our well-tended things, sit around fires and tell stories and bake bread if we weren’t so convinced that other things were more important. But I have to remind myself that not everyone feels like sitting around fires and baking bread when they have extra time, strange as that seems to me! What are your thoughts about time, and what are the things that you find most nourishing or inspiring, that you don’t seem to find time to do? Can you find a way to make this thing or things happen more often, even just once a week? I would love to hear of any of your stories or successes about this topic! Don’t be shy!

Bath Fire, Rainbow, & Solar Panels at Anima Sanctuary

The abundance of rain this past summer has been such a blessing in so many ways! Fire danger has been lower than it has been, here, in ages! All the work our past helpers have been in pulling grasses and clearing brush has paid off, also, but we are still a little behind in the fire prevention-pulling plants department, having had no helpers that have stayed longer than a week or two for quite a while. The “up” side of this is that it’s been an incredible summer for the daturas, which have been blooming like crazy all around our structures, as well as near the river, along with gorgeous giant mulleins and asters, blanket flowers, four o’clocks, brilliant yellow sunflowers, snakeweed, and so many more! delighting us every day with their presence! We harvested loads of stinging nettles, and now they’ve gone to seed and some of them are taller than me! There aren’t many wild grapes, but I’ve canned several quart jars of their leaves, and have been drying lots of bee balm and lamb’s quarters in the shed for the winter. Soon it will be time to harvest dock leaves for drying, too. The fennel in the garden is way taller than me, and the flowers are now becoming seeds and putting out waves of licoricey scent through the air all around the outdoor kitchen. The chard is doing great, but the mustard plants have been struggling because of some very persistent little bug that I’ve been busy struggling to control every day, that really likes the mustard! Another thing on my list to research!

flowering fennel at Anima Sanctuary

It’s also been a wonderful summer for seeing critters! Wolf and Kiva got to see a mama and baby bear a few weeks ago, Kiva has been seeing foxes and coyotes on her long runs, the raccoons have been hanging around at the compost pile lots, and I keep seeing so many gorgeous hawks and multicolored songbirds, and a little owl the other day! I always have to wonder if some of the songbirds are ones I’ve never seen or heard before, or if it is just me, lacking in the memory department! They move so fast, it’s hard to draw them, and I don’t often keep my camera with me on walks, but I’m starting to take notes to help me at least remember all their pretty colors and patterns! And of course, it’s rattlesnake season, so there have been lots of snake sightings since July began, as usual. A few weeks ago I spotted a big, beautiful salamander sitting by the trail near the cabin! It was night, Wolf and Kiva were still working and I came in all excited about the salamander, because I’d never seen one here before. They were both fairly convinced that I’d mistaken an extra-pretty lizard for a salamander, but they both came out with me to investigate with a flashlight, and sure enough, it was one! It was just sitting by the trail being very calm, for a really long time, and we hoped it was ok. They normally live at a much lower elevation, so we had to wonder why she or he was here!

Rhiannon baking

Rhiannon has been baking bread and little tea cakes almost every time I do any baking, which has been so much fun! She’s been enjoying researching and trying out new gluten-free methods and recipes in the cookbooks Wolf has gotten for us recently.

Rhiannon's gluten free almond Tea  Cakes

Rhiannon’s gluten free almond Tea Cakes

Along with Kiva’s excellent help brainstorming, and with inspirations from the cookbooks, the three of us have come up with some real winners! We had so much fun making a cake for Rhiannon’s 15th birthday in August- chocolate cherry with mocha cream cheese frosting– oh my! And Kiva made a wonderful birthday pie for her special day back in July– coconut banana cream pie with a gluten-free crust and a wild blueberry yogurt topping– so yum!

Kiva Rose cooking in our old-timey Anima kitchen

Kiva Rose cooking in our old-timey Anima kitchen

It’s time to harvest acorns! The ripe ones falling from the trees make us think of and miss Rhiannon’s best friend Caile, who has come every fall now for the past few years.  Kiva has already been bringing me bowls full of acorns for the oven and prompting me excitedly for acorn-y treats! And I am ever so happy to comply! Yesterday I made some very delicious gluten free Acorn-Fir Cinnamon Rolls. They are sooo good! I have one by my side right now, piled with too much butter, keeping me company as I’m typing, to nibble on as I gaze out the window at the moon and the clouds between paragraphs!

Fennel Flower Tea - photo by Elka

Fennel Flower Tea – photo by Elka

I’m sure there’s more news that I’m missing here, but now it’s late at night and I’m getting sleepy! I wish you all a very good night, and I hope to talk to you all again sometime after all the acorns have fallen, and been gathered up by us, the bears, and the squirrels!

Harvest-time Blessings and Sweet Moments of Wonder to you all!

Love, Elka

Getting Back in Touch: Reawakening the Senses

by on August 27th, 2015


Reawakening the Senses

by Jesse Wolf Hardin

“The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.” 

-Henry Miller

The first step in expanding and deepening our awareness is not developing the power to see far but to feel close, the necessary reinhabitation of our resensitized bodily selves in the present lived moment.  Whatever our individual variations on torpor, escape or turning away, our healing, growth and satisfaction hinge on our re-embodiment.

Come To Our Senses by Jesse Wolf Hardin

To be fully alive on this planet we must first “come to our senses.”  We experience the world and our place within it through not just our minds or even our emotional “hearts,” but through a unity of our entire being including our sensate creature bodies.  Oneness with the world begins as neither concept nor sentiment… but at the exact physical point where our bodies make contact with the living world we’re an integral part of, where our sensitive fingertips graze the velvety surface of lover’s skin or a particularly attractive leaf, where tasty meals and attentive tongues meet, where our bodies press into the giving ground that is both our mortal destination and terrestrial origin.  

Bodies evolved not simply as containers and vehicles for spirit and will but as receptors for the receiving of sensory information, as well as transducers (from the Latin transducere: “to lead across”) passing this information on to our immediate others, our community and culture.  In addition, it’s important to realize the planet as a living whole feels and experiences through its sentient constituent parts, responding and making adjustments according to the sensations and signals bodily, emotionally and energetically transmitted.  As the potentially most sensitized species on earth to date, our inherent purpose would seem to be to honestly and unreservedly experience, to awaken every sense and be maximally conscious and aware, to empathize with other beings to the utmost degree and then act to help further, heal and make better.

Some texts speak of how the senses “report” to the decision making mind where all input is processed, prioritized and stored.  But while they posit the brain as the exclusive housing of whatever constitutes human consciousness, in truth our awareness courses throughout the entire body in a shifting, informed chain of cell and hormone, communicative enzyme and electrical impulse.  We feel through the complex symbiosis of emotion and instinct that we sometimes call the heart, through the five physical senses of touch, taste, smell, hearing and sight, and those unmeasured faculties like intuition and precognition that scientists have lumped together as the “sixth sense.”  Those capacities labeled “extrasensory” are in actuality intrasensory and ultrasensory.  And when we are fully enlivened – fully residing within our awakened bodies – the result is nothing less than revelatory: a great revealing of hidden pattern and process.

Backlit Darner

Even the most extraordinary of sensory perception begins with and is predicated on our being – quite literally – in touch.  Touch is a primary aid to reconnection, a tool for the mending of the tether, a reminder of what is most palpably real.  It’s a fundamental way that we read the details of the world we’re immersed in, reinforcing our connection to all that is and thereby reinforcing our sense of place and belonging.  It’s also a way in which we express to those things we touch that we acknowledge each as a distinct and valuable part, and that we appreciate them as well.  Flesh to rock and fur, being to being.  Its importance is indicated by our very language.  When something affects us at a deep level, we call the occurrence a “touching” one.  When we start to feel detached from someone, we might say that we’re “losing touch” with them.  Someone suffering from a disorienting mental breakdown is said to have “lost touch with reality.”   Touching is the way we verify the sometimes contradictory messages we pick up through the eyes, testing any potential mirage with our inquisitive probing hands.  

Our skin is the flexible, permeable membrane that sheaths our organs.  It defines us as a form discernible from the interlocking forms that surround us, at the same time that it connects us to the world through the receptors in every inch of its sensitive surface.  This tactile sensitivity includes specific receptors for pain, temperature, and tactile stimulation from firm pressure to the stroke of a feather on a normally clothed stretch of skin.  Chemoreceptors, thermoreceptors and mechanoreceptors transmit information through sensory nerves leading up through the spinal cord and into the brain, where they are primary processed in the parietal lobe of the cerebral cortex.  Together they help the mind create a touch map, an image telling us where our immediate bodies end and the larger earthen body of which we are a part begins, sensing gravity and ground and thereby determining posture.  These amazing modalities make it possible for us to experience the air against our face as gentle pressure, temperature, wind in motion, or even pain if it blows hard enough.

Caring hands

The word “touch” originally meant contacting by “striking,” but in the evolved sense it implies an entirely different kind of contact, gentler, slower so as to pick up and transmit a greater depth of information and meaning.  We are linked to that which we touch, held by that which surrounds us.  We come to know the world through this touching, and the world comes to know us in the same way.  Touching is the act of contact and acknowledgment.  We touch with our eyes and are touched in return.  We touch the rest of the world we’re a contiguous part of with our ears and tongues and nasal passages as well as the surface of our skin.  “Contiguous” means touching… continuously!  Our inquiring minds might conclude that all things are interconnected, but it is only through our heightened senses that we can experience all things touching at once.  We can open to this by paying attention to the feel of air molecules as we stand in a subtle breeze, envisioning the great body of air simultaneously touching us and the birds above, touching at once everything that exists on and within the planet, touching the soil that in turn touches its ground dwellers, eventually coming to touch the earth’s molten heart.  

In the case of our eager and delicate mouths, they easily sense the touch of the spoon and swish of the tongue, distinguish the pleasant crispness of an apple or waffle from the luxurious smoothness of whipped potatoes or gentle waves of soup, the lovely Winter chill of ice cream and fresh pepper’s Summer heat, the curious coolness of mint and the pleasant burn of chili.  In addition, they can taste!  It’s generally accepted in the West that chemoreceptors – in the soft palate, pharynx and epiglottis as well as the tongue’s myriad tiny buds – are able to discern at least four distinct taste categories: sweet, sour, bitter, salty.  To this, Asian healers have traditionally added a fifth, umami or savory (think msg), and herbalists including Kiva Rose sometimes cite fattiness and pungency as others.  Neuroscientists and psychophysicists have additionally suggested metallic and water, combining with the rest of the core categories to create every known and possible flavor. 

It’s been found that South Americans, Asians and Africans are among those races with a generally heightened sense of taste, while 75% of Europeans and EuroAmericans have decreased sensitivity, and that women often have greater inherent capacity than do men.  This is in part due to a higher number of fungiform papillae, raised mushroom shaped bumps whose top surfaces are packed with taste buds.  It may also be due to a culturally reinforced degree of attention and focus that is more intense in the case of certain cultures… and a somewhat more sensitized gender.  These so-called “super-tasters” are an inspiration for all of us to greater tune into, stimulate, develop and test the capacity we’re born with.

Perhaps the most intimate of all ways of connecting, we taste by taking into ourselves the flesh of plant and creature, fruit and seed.  We are rewarded for the degree that we attend and focus, by the melt of soluble dairy fat and the tang of citric acid, the earthy depths of gravy and sweetness of the garden yam.  And yet, taste is an ability animals and humans alike developed not just to provide pleasure but to help us discern what is or isn’t wise for us to eat, to select what tastes like it will provide us with the nutritional elements our bodies request and require, and at times to instinctively recognize those flavors indicating ingredients which could either kill us or make us ill.  No wonder then, that someone is considered “tasteless” who doesn’t know clever from offensive, and we say they have “no taste” if they fail to notice when their clothes’ colors clash.  And we are likely to exclaim “it stinks” when either a movie or a dish of food is too objectionable to take in.

The nose makes contact with the larger world in ways only slightly more removed.  The scents it pulls in and takes the measure of are not abstract symbols, representations or stand-ins like the written word or computer code, but rather, actual elements of the bodies of loved ones and strangers alike, the unpleasant flotsam bubbled forth by fermenting compost, the miniscule airborne appetizers reeled out by whatever steaming cuisine trolls for our attention and enthusiasm.  Through the damp nasal passages and across our over 12 million olfactory receptors pass telltale molecules shed by the bodies of friends and flowers, or more accurately launched like agents of each thing’s being and expression, announcing its presence, and often if not always offering to communicate something to us.  We each draw in hormone laden perspiration containing useful information like sexual excitement or receptivity, anger or fear, whether or not we are awake and embodied enough to discern a message and its implications.  At the very least, the ability to smell has evolved in order to help us discern, meaning not only what to move towards but also what to move away from.

It’s said that for an animal like a dog, the world is a complex web of smells more vivid than the information gathered by the eyes, and that we can only distinguish a small fraction of as many scents as they do.  Even so, researchers have found that the average human can recognize up to 10,000 different scents, and even a mother with her senses permanently dulled by tobacco smoke can often distinguish her newborn from others by its smell alone.  Except in rare cases of hyposmia (inability to smell, usually caused by physical trauma), our inability to process these messages are a result of suppression and neglect more than physiological shortcomings.  Anyone who has ever suffered the congestion of a common cold, however, can attest to how bland meals can taste without the additional sensory input of the nose.  For a reason to credit the human nose, we can consider the example of a perfume maker whose focus and passion has led to better smelling, which in turn has deepened and broadened their perception.  And people born blind have often developed their other senses including smell to a degree the sighted folks may never know.  Researchers, seekers and shamans who have ingested psychedelic mushrooms or peyote have on occasions reported a stunning increase in discernible odors, an attention-wresting vividness described as almost overwhelming in the moment and sad to leave behind.  Each of these cases would indicate a natural human capacity for intense sensing that we can potentially arouse, exercise and thus maximize.  Plant Healer Girl

And there are more reasons for this deliberate development as well.  Think about how a particular floral scent can summon the visage of a past lover whether welcomed or not, or the way the smell of leather can so readily trigger reminisces of childhood rides on oiled saddles.  More so than any other sense, smell is closely interlinked with the limbic system, those parts of the brain like the amygdala and hippocampus that process emotion and associative learning.  The olfactory bulb that sorts sensation into perception is an essential organ of memory, mood and behavior, and any awakening and growing of this sensory capacity could deepen associative recall, tightening the weave of information and reflection, intensifying feelings to the point that they become hard to ignore and not tend, overall increasing our vital experiencing of life and this world.

So it is with the sense of hearing, so often taken for granted.  How often do even the most aware of us begin to ignore the music in the background, until the wondrous vocals and quaking strings seem to fade out into unnoticed and unremembered background noise?  Learn to block out the roar of jets over our heads, and in that way miss out on the conversations between wind and trees?  Or ignore the telling tones of the highway rushing past until the sound of screeching brakes causes us to stop in our tracks?  

Admittedly, not all sounds are even available to us, depending on how quiet they are or what pitch.  Higher ultrasonic and extremely infrasonic frequencies are out of our reach, making us naturally oblivious to the echolocation calls of bats as well as the deeper rumblings of signaling elephants.  There is, however, a wide range of audio frequencies that we can hear, from 15Hz and 20,000Hz, through which means anyone without hearing damage can powerfully discern, learn from, respond to, and thoroughly enjoy the world.  Sounds not only warn us of dangers before they get too close for us to react, and allow for complex communication between us that would be impossible without words, but they also describe the ever changing environment we live in and pass through, and afford us the pleasure of a planet’s native music, the rhythm of a drumming rain on a tin porch roof, the singing insects, the “shush, shush” that tall wild grasses make as they brush against each other to get our attention.  The laughter of children and the sweet sobbing of a woman who has loved and lost.  All sound is but a vibration in air or water that in turns vibrates the tiny bones in our ears and sends signals – like our other senses – to our lapping brains.… and then vibrates our feeling beings and spirits.  We can tune-in with our ears to the aural magic of all that surrounds us, practice hearing all the layers at once even when someone is talking to us, and quiet our own talking minds at times to fully give way to the tides of a favorite melody coming through the stereo speakers.

It is sight that I mention last, exactly because it is the sense we tend to use most when “looking” at the world, to the neglect of the rest.  And because it’s the way of perceiving that we can do from the greatest distance, while what we need is to literally come closer.  We say “I see” when we understand something, as if “seeing were believing.”  Visual perception, like all perception, is subjective.  What we perceive depends on not only the strength of our eyes and ability to notice, but also the subjectively developed perceptual patterns that we fit information into, and the belief systems or preconceptions that we harbor.  It’s not just culturally impressed standards but also subjective temporal attitude that determines whether we find a boyfriend or girlfriend beautiful or not.  A person in love may see only beauty in their partner, but once there are hard feelings between them, the same face may seem to hold no attractive features.  We’re not just talking about interpretation here, but the facts of what we consider we’ve perceived, just as ten witnesses to a crime may tell ten different versions of what happened even if they didn’t know the victims and had no preexisting bias.  Any stage magician can tell you that what the audience sees is what the entertainer suggests they see, directing focus, utilizing distraction, making hay of their existing assumptions and raising expectations.

Psychedelic Eye

Our visual system responds not to vibrations but to photons of light, the graduations of light and dark that created forms are perceived by photoreceptive cells on the retinal membrane.  The resulting neural impulses are processed hierarchically in the cerebral cortex, assigning prominence as well as meaning, deciding what is to be further assessed and what can be safely ignored.  It is that aspect of visual perception that we can best and most beneficially develop, making more and more of those decisions conscious, consciously choosing in the moment what should be focused on, remembered or acted on… with less and less visual information being discounted.  And increasing what we actually see is fundamental to the development of related visualization, realistic projection and foresight. One’s personal revelatory “vision” of the world, of their true self and their calling, is for whatever reasons only as vivid and accurate as the signals they perceive from the existing communicative world.  For that, we must remove the blinders of denial and dogma, illusion and denial, wholly seeing and feeling and living again!

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Before we try to reconfigure reality, we must first learn to wholly notice, clearly perceive and discern what is, undistracted by any delusion or projection.  It is up to us to come back to our senses, and in that way come back to the interactive world we are meant to be response-able, proactive, and joyous participants in. 

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Good Cops, Bad Cops –Exposing the Wyatt Earp Myth

by Jesse Wolf Hardin on August 3rd, 2015

Good Cops, Bad Cops

Exposing the Real Wyatt Earp: “The Fighting Pimp”

(OK – we’ll ask him to keep on his britches!)

by Jesse Wolf Hardin

As a naturalist, ecophilosopher, and booster of folk herbalism, I have many readers who are perplexed about my simultaneous interest in history with all its militarism and violence, treachery and injustice… and I say, not only because it is a fascinating collection of dramatic and consequential tales, but because of what we can learn in the process about ourselves, our culture, government, and popular icons.

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Part I: Police Shootings, Unworthy Heroes, & Honorable Peacekeepers

In these days when the news is filled with reports of police shooting unarmed citizens, it seems important to remember that not all cops are bad.  Nor, as we are becoming more and more aware, are they all good like we may have been told when we are kids.  I have been beaten by police for no reason at environmental demonstrations, and had them bear false witness against me, and yet the rural county where we live has had a number of honorable sheriffs that we could trust to respect the people as well as do all in their power to protect us.  It was the same back in the days of the “Old West,” with there being many seldom remembered lawmen who bravely and honestly stoop up for the common folks, alongside a number of badge wearers who used their power to literally “get away with murder.”  It seems crucial that we measure every lawman as an individual, regardless of the fairness of our established laws… and that we take great care as to who we claim as our cultural heroes!

It is kind of crazy to imagine things ever are or were as simple as “good” and “bad,” white hat and black.  Western lawmen were human beings like the rest of us, making hard choices in difficult situations and fast changing times. Whether we respect their choices or not, we have to sympathize considering all they faced and dealt with.  Whether known as sheriff, marshall, deputy, ranger, policeman or peace officer, those who wore a badge found themselves caught between the demands of a city council or state government and the practical realities of hard-bitten frontier towns where freedom and opportunism were both worshipped and defended.  Many received no pay other than a percentage of any money that those they arrested might be fined, contributing to the most honest officers having to moonlight at a second job, and others to turn to protection rackets or other crimes.  Those who received salaries, usually made less than the not only the saloon-keepers but even the saloon sweepers, a monthly wage no better than that of the cowpunchers they rode herd on come Friday and Saturday nights.  Their work could best be described as weeks of boring tasks, punctuated by moments of high drama and sometimes deadly confrontation.  For these reasons and more, very few of even the most famous lawmen actually spent that many years wearing the star.  While some like famed Jeff (Jefferson Davis) Milton could boast of lifelong lawman careers, they were the exceptions.  Wild Bill Hickok, for example, served only a few stints between less officious gunslinging, while our subject, Wyatt Earp, worked only as a policeman in a couple of Kansas towns and for less than 3 years, other than being temporarily deputized by his brother Virgil in time for the O.K. Corral gunfight.

Wyatt Earp as we like to think of him – and as he may have looked during his time in Tombstone

Wyatt Earp as we like to think of him – and as he may have looked during his time in Tombstone

It is the image of Wyatt Earp and the O.K. Corral gunfight – or more accurately, the fight in a back alley near the O.K. Corral – that defines the western lawman for most people today, as popularized by early sensationalist dime novel biographer Stuart Lake, featured in dozens of books in the years since, and burned into our memory thanks in part to the highly inaccurate movie Wyatt Earp and more so due to the powerfully acted but also fictionalized film Tombstone.  We are comforted in this case, by the notion of a brace of officers standing up for law and order and protecting the innocents with an air knight-like nobility and fitting panache, unintentionally setting off a firefight with their well meaning enforcement of sensible gun control laws.  Less comforting is the reality of two contending politicized factions of part time criminals and full time hustlers vying for control of the town of Tombstone, using an unpopular and seldom enforced ordinance against carrying guns as the excuse to confront a handful of cowboys who were already saddling up their horses and on their way out of town.  There is something creepy about the Marshall pinning badges not only on Wyatt but on the colorful lawbreaker and killer Doc Holliday in order to carry out what many testified to be more of an execution than fair fight.

In the “days of yesteryear”, and to some degree in these modern times as well, things like right, wrong, justice and law enforcement in the American West were anything but clear-cut.  Instead of the proverbial black-hatted bad guys and white-hatted heroes, upon close inspection what we find are more like the gray hats of complex people acting on agendas that sometimes appeared – to certain vested interests, in specific situations – as being either dangerous threats to the community needing to be removed or else its brave defenders upon whom civilization itself seemed to depend.  Not only were they judged differently depending upon the circumstances, but many at one time or other worked both sides of the fence.

The job of lawman may have been underpaid but it provided potentially valuable inside information and special advantages sometimes contributing to officers branching out into extortion, or hanging up their badges altogether in exchange for a potentially more lucrative career of crime.  Whether they were praised or reviled for their forays outside the law depended on the situation and context, and just who was doing the appraising.  The bounty hunter Tom Horn was treasured by the well financed and often European cattle barons that hired him to both punish assumed rustlers and enforce their monopoly on grazing, but was hated by the small struggling homesteaders whom he primarily targeted.  The respected lawman Sheriff Henry Brown of Caldwell, Kansas, was awarded a gold plated, presentation model Winchester rifle by a grateful citizenry for his services, but then took this same rifle with him on a botched robbery attempt on the bank in nearby Medicine Lodge.  At the same time, experience as a gunslinger and lawbreaker were excellent qualifications for the post of sheriff, and it often required bending or ignoring the fine points of law and order to get the job done.  In the cases of Hickok and the Earps, town managers were more than happy to overlook their zealous use of their Colt’s revolvers to bludgeon or shoot the miscreants undeniably making life difficult for law abiding folk.

Wyatt Earp is a perfect case in point, our collective memory of him being one of a brooding anachronism with a flat brimmed hat and drooping mustache, a reluctant hero and near magician with a gun.  More often and more accurately he was a gambler and provider of womanly flesh, a man whom many contemporaries referred to as the “fighting pimp”.  He can neither be wholly lionized, nor vilified, being more than anything typical of any of the “sporting men” who joined with the countless other opportunists who came west in search of riches and adventures.  What distinguished him and others of his ilk, was a degree of hard-headed determination and a willingness to kill.  But even given his various shooting scrapes, the primary reason we remember him is for the exaggerations and outright fabrications about his experiences that started with the release of those dime novels while he was still alive.

Part II: Wyatt Earp Myth & Reality

“This is the West, sir. When the legend becomes fact, print the legend.” (from The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance, 1962)

Like many of you, I grew up watching a fictionalized Wyatt Earp played Hugh O’Brien on TV, a morally spotless good guy always looking out for everybody but himself.  To the contrary, the real Wyatt was in many ways a self serving and self aggrandizing scoundrel.  

No matter what the books say, Wyatt was no angel, and he never carried a long barreled "Buntline Special" revolver either.

No matter what the books say, Wyatt was no angel, and he never carried a long barreled “Buntline Special” revolver either.

Wyatt was born March 19, 1848 to a family that locals came to call the “fighting Earps,” since anytime the father and brothers weren’t fighting other folks they could likely be found brawling amongst themselves.  When he got his first law enforcement job as constable of Lamar County, Missouri in 1870, he was heard to brag about how the badge made it possible to do as he liked without any more worry about being thrown in jail.  A year later he had quit and moved on into the territory of the Cherokee, where he and a friend named Edward Kennedy were pursued, arrested and fined for rustling horses.  By 1874 he could be found with his brothers Jim and Morgan and their mistresses in the then rowdy cow-town of Wichita, Kansas, where he made money gambling in the saloons and managing a stable of prostitutes… several of whom registered for business using the Earp last name.  It was for kicks, it’s said, that he joined local officers in tracking down a wanted miscreant, when the act of emptying their prisoner’s pockets of $148 for “expenses incurred” reminded him of the extracurricular opportunities law enforcement work could provide.  Wyatt then got hired as a Wichita policeman himself in 1875, his performance described by the Wichita Weekly Beacon newspaper as “unexceptionable,” the most exciting incident he was involved in being his dropping of his revolver on the saloon far and being barely missed by his own bullet.  Later that year he was arrested and fined for pummeling his boss’s main rival during the election campaign for city Marshall.  The Earps moved out of town two weeks after his dismissal, prompted by the city council issuing a warrant for their arrest as vagrants.

Not exactly the best start for what would be a future righteous legend.

Soon after being run out of Wichita, Wyatt Earp worked two short stints as deputy of of Dodge City, possibly shooting one fugitive in the back during a chase, clubbing dozens of rowdy party-goers with the butt of his sixgun, and putting a bullet in the leg of a Texas cowpoke in the course of enforcing the ordnance against carrying guns in town.  Resigning his post, he fatefully chose the silver mining town of Tombstone for his next attempts to strike it rich with as little effort as possible.  It was there that he and his brothers came into conflict with an equally roguish band of part time rustlers who called themselves simply “the cowboys,” with the Earps being both romanticized and provoked by the self proclaimed champion of “law and order”, Tombstone Epitaph editor John Clum.

In March of 1881, the Benson stage was robbed by someone with insider information, and Wyatt came under suspicion.  Years later his brother Virgil’s wife wrote that she had hidden the masks and disguises they used, but regardless of the facts, things were heating up for what would be the shootout upon which much of Wyatt Earp’s future fame will be predicated.  In June, the then Mayor Clum appointed Virgil the town Marshall, who in turn temporarily deputized Wyatt and Morgan Earp as well as the always “game” Doc Holliday.  By October 15th things had heated up between the contending parties and their respective political bases, beyond the point of hope for a peaceful resolution.  It was ironic, many would agree, that the gun toting, often lawbreaking Earps would again use the enforcement of early, widely resented gun laws to spark the confrontation that everyone had been so long expecting.

On that infamous afternoon of October 26th, word had gone out that “cowboy” faction members Ike and Billy Clanton, Billy Clairborne and Tom and Frank McLaury were armed and gathered in the aforementioned alley, saddled and ready to ride out, though clearly making a point of taking their time.  As was indicated by later trial evidence, of the five cowboys only Billy Clanton and Frank McLowry were “packing iron”, while all three of the Earps and Holliday were carrying. The fight apparently went down much as dramatized in the movie “Tombstone,” other than the ridiculous fanning of a dozen rounds into the nearby Fly Photography Studio: Virgil yells at the cowboys that “I want your guns,” as Wyatt draws his Colt and Doc jabs his shotgun menacingly at Tom McLaury.  The spunk Billy Clanton pulls his revolver in response, as an unarmed Tom McLaury struggles to get his Winchester 1873 rifle out of the scabbard on his horse.  Somewheres up to 30 shots are fired in a space of around 25 seconds or so, a wild melee in which Sheriff Behan pulls Billy Claiborne to safety, the troublemaking Ike Clanton runs, Billy Clanton shoots at Wyatt, Wyatt shoots at the more formidable Frank McLaury, and Earp exchange shots with F, and Doc putting two loads of buckshot into Tom as his horse spins out of his grasp.  The fight ends with the thrice-shot and quickly bleeding-out teenager Billy Clanton hollering for more bullets as he clicked his emptied revolvers, and a dazed Morgan Earp and puckish Holliday now armed with a Colt handgun, facing down a wounded Frank McLaury who bravely asserts “I’ve got you now.”  “You’re a daisy if you do,” Holliday is reported to have replied, as he and Morgan simultaneously drop him dead.  Scorecard: The McLaury brothers and Billy Clanton, deceased.  Doc Holliday, a flesh wound to the hip.  Morgan, a round in the shoulder.  Sheriff Virgil Earl, a .45 caliber hole through is right calf.  Wyatt, unscathed and movie-poster proud.  Later, Wyatt and Doc are both arrested, and then freed in November.  Judge Spicer felt obliged to drop charges in part because they hadn’t gunned down the despised but unarmed and retreating Ike Clanton.

Dissatisfied with the ruling, cowboy compatriots ambushed and shotgunned Virgil Earp first, crippling him, and then blew away Morgan Earp as he bent over a billiard table.  One of the suspected shooters was Frank Stillwell, who contrary to the movie version was at work at the stock yards in Tucson and not stalking the Earps when he first had his legs shot out from under him, and then suffered two loads of buckshot and four rifle rounds to the torso.  Earp and friends put five holes in a second suspect, Indian Charley, before he could get away from the area, and the third suspect Pete Spence promptly asked Sheriff Behan to place him in protective custody.  Satisfied at having taken the law into their own hands and extracted revenge, Wyatt and Doc left Arizona… but not as triumphant lawmen, as fugitives with warrants out for their arrest and a reward on their heads.  For Earp, the O.K. Corral shootout was the historical high point from which he slowly spiraled down into a life of increasing irrelevance and personal desperation.

The Wyatt of comic book fame shot the guns out of bad guys hands... the real Wyatt was a bully and bushwhacker happy to put some lead in a nemesis' back.

The Wyatt of comic book fame shot the guns out of bad guys hands… the real Wyatt was a bully and bushwhacker happy to put some lead in a nemesis’ back.

Hugh O’Brien aside, Wyatt never ever wore a star on his chest again.  Instead, in the ensuing years he travelled around the West with his brother Jim running confidence schemes and real estate scams that bankrupted unsuspecting rubes, and Wyatt was actually arrested a number of times including in Alaska and in Idaho on two counts of claim jumping.  His notoriety won him honored work as referee of the world champion boxing match in 1896, a bout which he ended due to a foul he called against contender Fizsimmons, a judgment it was commonly believed was made because of bets Wyatt had placed on opponent Sharkey.  As late as 1911, at age 63, Earp was arrested again for vagrancy and for bilking tourists in a bunco game. 

Wyatt Earp, 1923, not exactly a happy camper.

Wyatt Earp, 1923, not exactly a happy camper.

Wyatt spent much of his later period trying to get film star William S. Hart to publish his autobiography and make it into a movie, but Hart found problems with the manuscript’s veracity.  Stuart Lake held no such reservations, and printed his pack of colorful lies under the title “Wyatt Earp: Frontier Marshall.”  70 years later there have been several imaginative programs and movies made about his life, with little understanding of or attention to the complexities and twists of this most famous lawman/outlaw.  

 In the end, it was no shootout that did him in.  The year of the stock market crash, on January 3, 1929, Wyatt Earp died as he had lived: a “pain-in-the-arse”… not from bullet wounds, but from prostate cancer!

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Part III: Mixed Bags & The Highest Standards

“Don’t shoot!  I can’t breathe!” -Recent protest chants against police injustices

After 2015s incidences of citizens being killed for sassing the cops or trying to run, we are left wondering what is different now and in the days of the Wild West… if anything at all.  The famous/infamous Wyatt Earp never suffocated any black men for selling loose cigarettes or drivers for reaching for their keys like officers were accused of this year, but he damn sure shot unarmed men in the back who dared to be so disrespectful as to try to run away.

Then, as now, we are largely left with what we as a collective people seem to desire more than truth: the hope that can only come from an excitingly portrayed legend.  The truth, to the degree that we are willing to listen, is that we humans are all a mixed bag of qualities and faults, and that America’s chosen heroes are often not the best examples of laudable character.

And the truth is that of all the people on this planet, the ones we should be holding to the highest standards of all are those that we have as a society permitted to carry a badge and a gun.


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Rooting: Where We Are, & Where We Most Belong

by on July 13th, 2015


Where We Are, & Where We Most Belong

by Jesse Wolf Hardin

The following piece by Wolf is excerpted from our book The Healing Terrain, about the healing and inspirational powers of nature, and the nature of healing… describing how to find the land that most calls to us, and providing tools needed to deeper connect with the land no matter where we live.  You can order a copy of The Healing Terrain on the Bookstore page at:

Buddha in roots in water

Some of us think that we have no roots, but it simply isn’t true.  We are at worst uprooted, our roots torn from the soil as we struggled to keep up with restless, roving parents, or jerked free by our own hands when we left home to break out on our own.  We are not rootless.  Our roots dangle out the bottoms of our skirts and trousers as we drag them behind us down streets and hallways, their probing tips grasping at the ground at our feet wherever we are, tendrils seeking the stability and nourishment that nothing but an intimate sense of place can provide, the rootedness that makes the fulfillment of purpose possible.

All that we do occurs in a place, and is colored and influenced by it.  We and our healing practice are most effective in relationship to a home, with a firm base to work from, in close relationship to a specific place, as expressions of its character, informed by its history and nature.  Whatever our healing practice, where we’re situate is to some degree either helping or hindering our work, our development, accomplishments and results.  This is true whether we have lived somewhere for only a short while or for all of our lives, and even if we work out of a handmade gypsy healer’s trailer that seems to be always on the road.  It is important, then, that we learn how to deepen relationship with wherever we happen to currently be… and just as importantly, that we someday find and develop an in-depth relationship with that one particular place where we can feel most ourselves, most needed or effective, and most fulfilled.

Wherever We’re Situated

“To be enlightened he did not have to leap to someplace else; he only had to come hard against the ground where he already stood.”    –Scott Russell Sanders

In the past, humans often lived for many generations in a single region.  Every child would by a certain age have become familiar with the land, and with both its dangers and its bounty.  Even historic peoples who migrated annually, generally did so in a seasonal loop that took them back to certain cherished locations season after season, and developed a relationship with inspirited place that was nothing less than intimate.  This was evident in their attachment to particular mountains, rivers, springs and groves, in their myths and tales, and in their adoption of signature animals and plants of the area as their allies or totems.  It was evident, as well, in each culture’s collected body of information, a veritable instruction manual about how to live a healthy and sustainable  existence in the mountains, deserts, canyons or shorelines that they called their homelands.  It was important that even long range migrants, scouts and explorers did not travel so far, so fast, making sure that their knowledge of the land balanced rather than was outstripped by new discoveries.  They were careful to introduce themselves to new areas at the frontiers of their travels, becoming students of the diverse ecosystems of each new valley or forest, of each regions’s spirit and needs as well as its fruits and advantages.  The extent of their explorations and health of the tribe were both dependent on its members knowing things like:

• Regional vagaries of weather, and the means for shelter.

• Where the nearest and best sources of potable water were.

• Which locally growing plants and resident wildlife were edible, and the names and medicinal uses of the native plants.

• The time of year to harvest such plants and animals, and the signs to watch out for that might indicate a decline in population and possibly dangerous over-harvesting. 

Recent recorded history, however, is more a chronicle of the invader and the exile, the ambitious and the dispossessed, the product of distracted or oblivious surface movers more than conscious travelers or determined settlers.  Modern society institutionalizes and glorifies a transitional lifestyle, one symbolized by the “necessity” of vehicles, defined by perpetual movement from one place, one situation, one occupation or employer to the next, house after house after house in the absence of a home.  And it’s not simply that we move on so quickly, but that our contact with each situation, each place, can be so insubstantial and superficial.  Sightseers fly or drive many hundreds of miles to the South Rim of the Grand Canyon, to spend a recorded average of five minutes at its edge before heading back to their car or hotel.  In these times, doctor’s evaluations are generally brief and template based. lovemaking is often abridged and rote, meals rushed and and only partially tasted, conversations facile as well as fast paced.  Our kind have become increasingly out of touch with our wild, instinctual, dreaming selves, with the actual elements of existence and the natural world we were born of.   


“Oh, what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was made a merely personal feeling, taken away from the rising and setting of the sun, and cut off from the magical connection of the solstice and equinox.  That is what is wrong with us.  We are bleeding at the roots.”   -D.H. Lawrence

These days, there are well meaning people barely able to engage in a meaningful way at all – not with their sequential partners, adjustable belief systems, healing traditions, vocations or places where we live – before shifting to the inevitable next person or position, place or phase.   

The healthy alternative is to connect deeply with where we are and what we are doing, whether it is where we want to be, or imagine we “have” to be… to create a reciprocal energetic relationship wherever we are situated, by:

• Being ultra-present and aware.

• Noticing what actually is, both pleasant and unpleasant, rather than imposing our assumptions or impressions on the world around us.

• Continuing to fulfill our role, purpose and mission, even if the situation or location make it hard.

No matter how temporary our residency, the self-assignment is the same: active relation.  

It may be that you genuinely know you’re not living and working in a place you can truly love, or one that fails to nurture your authenticity, growth and becoming.  It may not be rural enough to feed your connection to nature, or be to rural to support your service or mission.  You may sense a need to get away from the area’s energy, or feel mysteriously and irresistibly drawn to somewhere else – somewhere you came from, once visited, or perhaps have only glimpsed in books or in a dream.  If so, you need to heed the call, pack your belongings and follow your heart and the signs to a different home, move your clinic to the neighborhood where something tells you there is the most possibility and need, relocate in the bioregion that calls to you so plaintively.  That said, up until that moment it would be best for you to do all that you can to notice, value, connect to and learn from the place where you currently work, practice, and reside.  You may only plan to be somewhere for a single Summer, but the healthy imperative is still to inhabit the place consciously and intensely, not passing through blindly or unaffected, but learning from it, drawing from it, and giving back to it in healthy dynamic relationship. 

Alder Roots and floating leaves

Some ways of connecting include:

• Noticing, identifying, studying and interfacing with the wild nature that exists even in the most urbanized of environments, from an unbridled rain torrent and the birds nesting in the hollow street signs, to those outlaw medicinal “weeds” growing up out of nearly every foot of cement-free earth.

• Studying the areas human as well as natural history, native mythologies and folklore.

• Sensing and engaging its residents spirits, or its overall ambient spirit, energy and character.

• Finding useful ways to contribute to the health and well being of the land and its lifeforms. 

Rebecca, a maker of herbal preparations and friend of ours, currently makes her abode in Los Angeles, a city bordered with lovely mountains on those days when the ocean winds have blown its poisonous smog onward to Phoenix.  Conceived in Korea, born in England and raised in Scotland, she has reason for being ambivalent when it comes to her place in the world.  She didn’t like the arid hills of L.A. when she arrived fresh from the green isle, and judging by her professed needs, aesthetics and dreams it could never be her true home.  That said, over the years she has opened her eyes to the beauty of the coastal range, and thanks to her study and gathering of medicinal plants she has come to notice and appreciate not only the species in the threatened wildlands outside the city limits, but also the heroic herbs occupying the edges of its urban parking lots like green protestors at a “grow-in”.  She may or may not find her way to the oak covered mountain and supportive community that might serve her best, but she has found the reasons and ways for loving and building healthy relationship with the land where she is.

The consequences of such relationship with place can include personal healing, an enriched and deepened identity, heightened presence and awareness, expanded holistic understandings, your protection or restoration of the land, a more powerful healing practice with more accurate assessments and tailored recommendations, and a greater savoring of life’s everyday meals and moments. 

House with Roots 72dpi

Where We Belong

“These are places of initiation, where the borders between ourselves and other creatures break down, where the earth gets under our nails and a sense of place gets under our skin.”  -Robert Michael Pyle

Every region and place in the world has its own distinctive details and topography, orientation and design, character and personality, flavor and feel, it’s own delineating mix of animal and plant species, advantages and drawbacks, as well as its own blend of human elements such as the makeup of the population, the appearance of a neighborhood, the viability of a business location.  While you can take healthy advantage of anywhere you  are, some places will feed your heart and spirit more than others, some need your attentions and loyalties more, a few will prove exceptionally opportune for your personal or business aims… and only one place can be said to be optimum for your mission and your fulfillment, one place where your efforts are most powerful and where you feel most wholly yourself, most alive, most empowered, most realized.

The word “situation” comes from the Latin “situs,” meaning “site.”  There is an optimal site, an ideal position from which to act upon the world at any given time, and where we can best realize the benefits.  A most compelling or emboldening landscape, providing us with inspiration that we then pass on to our clients, customers, readers or students.  A most effective place to do our most important and personal business.  A community and culture that we can most relate to.   Sometimes the situation and place is temporary and will need to change.  Most powerfully, is when the most optimum setting for our lives and work calls us to not only remain but to make a lifetime commitment, not just a site but a home.

A good example is our friend Julie, founder of Humboldt Herbals.  Her move to the coastal forests of northern California felt not only fortuitous, but a calling.  While she was new to the area, it somehow felt familiar – like a return, a reuniting, a homecoming.  The community there is full of folks interested in living close to the land, in natural health and stewardship, resulting in her store turning into a location for consciousness raising and life sharing, live music and social events, as well as somewhere to obtain plant medicines and advice on their use.  Even more significant, was the effect that the environs had on Julie, providing affirmation for her sensitivity and vision, inspiration to make her dreams come true, examples of right-living and wildness that she can heed and emulate, an ecosystem that she readily fit into like nowhere else.  Proof that she had found home, can be heard in her writing voice, as Humboldt County’s wondrous mountains and vulnerable rivers, precious forests and healing herbs speak through her.

There are a zillion “reasonable” excuses for not taking chances, making changes, moving from where we are, or in other ways following our hearts to such a home.  But unless we’re locked up in jail, we get to choose our situations and need not be victims or prisoners of them.  We have responsibility – the ability to respond – much more healthy than entrapping obligations.  We can each take responsibility for finding and then planting our roots in the town, bioregion, even continent where we can be most at home.

Banyan Tree Roots

It’s likely that we currently live and work in the wrong place if:

• Our place and purpose are at odds.

• We feel “out of place,” anxious, ill at ease.

• We feel like we can’t be our true selves.  

• We tend to cite a job, convenience or promises to family as the primary reasons for living where we do.

• We rationalize where we’re at by saying “it’s only 100 miles from my favorite plant-gathering spot” or “only a few hours from the beach… when the traffic isn’t backed up.”

• We like our house, but are uncomfortable with the surrounding area.  

• We put up posters or paintings of distant exotic places on your walls, while usually keeping the windows or curtains closed.  

• We are more familiar with the herbs we purchase than with the local weeds.

• Our customers or clients can sense our discomfort or dissatisfaction.

• We are regularly more excited to leave on a trip, than we are to get back.

To the contrary, we may have discovered our place if:

• We feel called most clearly, loudly, insistently.

• Place and possibility, intention and means, magic and design truly align.

• It serves rather than conflicts with our life’s purpose.

• We are most nourished, inspired, excited, connected.

• We feel most our true selves, and we don’t feel we have to look or act different in order to earn membership.

• There is not only the opportunity to do our most meaningful work, but where the situation and energies of the land itself serve to enable, deepen and increase the effectiveness of our efforts.   

• Whenever we’re daydreaming or dreaming, we picture yourself there, enjoying its urban character or rural nature, it’s southerness or mountain vibe.

• We already live there, and any direction we leave in feels like the wrong direction.

• The first time we visit it, it feels like we’ve been there before.  

• It has a particular landmark we’re attached to, a memorable mountain or certain species of flower that we’d hate to wake up without seeing.  

• We can’t talk about where we live without getting all excited or teary.   

• We’d find some way to stay in the area, even if our job folded or our house burned down to the ground.  

• We regularly feel like opening up the curtains and windows, or constantly feel drawn outside.

• Our clients, customers or students sense our groundedness, and benefit from our place-based knowledge, rootedness, and continual personal blossoming.

• We are generally more excited to get back home, than we are to leave on even a fun trip away.

Angkor Wat banyan tree roots temple

Seeding & Rooting

“The indestructibility of these associations conveys a sense of permanence that nurtures the heart…. and cripples one of the most insidious of human anxieties, the one that says you don’t belong here, you are unnecessary.”  -Barry Lopez

For the longest time, our ancestors tended to cast its seeds close to the trunk, so to speak, where group tradition and personal lifelong familiarity ensured a comforting sense of belonging on or near the lands of our forbears.  Whenever they departed on their great journeys of exploration, their hearts were torn by the separation, and they sang the praises of the homes they left behind.  The greatest of the tragic myths invoke the anguish and longing that follows lengthy separation from one’s cherished homeland, the place where they were known.  

These days, the seeds of our kind are more like winged, aspirations carried aloft by the prevailing winds, touching down time and again without stopping, finally caught up in the undergrowth of a distant grove.  Those few that sprout usually doing so far out of sight of the parent tree, the culture and place of their origins.  But like all airborne seeds, once we feel landed — delivered to the land — we adhere to the fabric of place, work our way down to the earth through the turnings of the weather.  When the nature of the soil is just right, the conditions perfect, we extend a taproot deep into the body of place, an anchor securing our very being from the forces of distraction and dissipation.  

One of the saddest things I have heard was from a dear woman who said she felt bad for staying where she is at.  The essential lesson is not only that we all need to assess and evaluate how well our homes fit us and serves us, but that we connect to the dirt where we stand, love the Earth that flourishes beneath our structures and thrives in our yards and parks, to feel at home in our natural bodies and the region where we live… to notice, cherish, and savor place anyplace.

If you are where your heart calls to you to be, or if you have made a compromise and choice to remain, the work is to connect, realize, root, and nourish.  If, however, you feel out of place where you are, then I must ask you to consider change. Heed your dreams, scour maps like an excitable hunter of treasure, consider every vacation an opportunity to uncover the holy grail of true home.  Pay attention to your desires, your needs, and the almost magnetic pull in certain directions that requires no rational explanation.  Use your imagination, and place yourself in the landscapes you imagine.  If it doesn’t feel right, move on from wherever you’re at, to the ideal site for your becoming all you can be. 

Even the wandering Healer, given to roam, benefits from a connection and commitments to home.  This is because we are most healed – and most able to help heal others – when we reach out and engage the world from a carefully chosen base.  And how much we and our healing practices are able to branch and bloom, stretch and reach, depends on how deeply and firmly we root.

Deeper Roots Tree framed

Tips For Cultivating Sense of Place

I: Directions For Rooting

• Make a detailed list of the compelling personal, practical, aesthetic, emotional or spiritual reasons that you live where you do, including:

1) Practical considerations.

2) The ways that you enjoy it, or feel related to it.

3) The ways that you don’t like it, aren’t served by it, or are alienated by it.

4) How your purpose and aims may benefit from it.

5) The ways that it may be obstructing, distracting or delaying your purpose and aims.

• Make another list, this time of those characteristics you think could make a place ideal for your fullest expression, satisfaction, service and purpose.  Beneath each item, please:

1) Describe the particular ways that each characteristic might benefit your growth and healing, contribute to your wholeness or growth, help define your purpose or propel you forward.  

2) Describe the degree to which the place where you live (whether the bioregion, the neighborhood or the specific house) does or does not afford you such characteristics and benefits.

• Weigh your responses to the above two questions and measure them against each other.  If your current location is possibly serving you and your purpose best, then there is nothing for you to do in this regard except:

1) Become ever more familiar and intimate with the spirit and processes of the land and its natural and human communities.

2) Create conscious relationship with place, finding ways to receive its benefits and to give back.

3) Help establish human community and lifestyle that increases consciousness of and caring for the natural world we are all a part of.

4) Sense, savor and celebrate!

• If you determine that it is more injurious than helpful and healthful, you will usually realize that there are no practical considerations sufficient to justify your staying where you are.  

• And if it does not optimally serve your true self, spirit and purpose, your health, mission and satisfaction require you begin taking substantial steps towards finding and then moving to and consciously inhabiting a place, region and situation that will… by:

1) Recalling and deeply considering past place-related feelings and experiences.

2) Researching bioregions and habitats based on you needs, feelings and purpose as you described them above.  Ask yourself questions like: How do different kinds of weather affect you?  What combination of weather patterns and seasons makes you feel most yourself, invigorated or affirmed, inspired or comforted nHow populated of a place would you feel best in, if a job wasn’t the number one criteria?  Do you feel best in sight of mountains, out in the wide open spaces, nestled in a canyon, within smell of an ocean, or?  What regions of the United States or the world do you at the moment feel most drawn to, if any?

3) Exploring any such bioregions, perhaps making weekend trips to feel out (more than “think about”) where you best belong, or commit all future vacations to taking long (expensive or not) trips to the places that may be calling to you most clearly.  

4) Researching the practical means to make a move in the direction of such a place.

5) Doing whatever it takes to find and reinhabit your place, no matter how unprofitable, inconvenient, stressful for your friends and loved ones, or alarming to your parents, and don’t let anything or anyone dissuade you from what you know you need to do or where you sense you need to be.

6) Strive to be – and practice being – more at home wherever you’re at.  And at the same time, be constantly mindful of where you can be most yourself, the place or places that call to you and stir your passion and resolve.  Be ever mindful of – and a student of – where you are now, while ever moving either towards or deeper into where you most belong.  


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Flags of Our Fathers

by on June 28th, 2015

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by Jesse Wolf Hardin

There is a complex and in some ways troubling piece of cloth blowing in the winds of change in this 21st Century America, a simple cotton or poly flag of patriotism which has sadly come to symbolize some of the worst and most lamentable traits of human kind.  While once an icon of liberation, independence, and self-rule, it has since been appropriated by people who give lip service to freedom while forcing their ideas on individuals and cultures that they consider inferior.  Its most dominant color is red, appropriately the color of blood, since in the name of this flag all kinds of evil acts take place including wholesale murder and the oppression of entire parts of our population who have largely been too misled or are afraid to speak up against its ever more perverted principles.  How sad, that this flag of individual liberty, once carried by brave men and women willing to risk their lives for a principle, should over the years become something that many folks all over the world now associate with arrogance, power plays, targeted assassinations, and the worst kind of hypocrisy.  

That said, I do not support the removal of this flag from the poles where it hangs.  Instead, I believe it is something we should be reclaiming not only as a piece of our history but as an emblem for a more just future.  Why should we allow hateful people and dishonorable politicians take this once cherished piece of cloth as their own?  It is up to us to be the kind of compassionate and open minded folks who welcome diversity, welcome other ways of being and thinking, stand up for justice, and truly act as defenders of human freedom in the face of those groups and governments who now threaten it.  Instead of banning it from courthouses and relegating it to historical museums, let us change the culture of dominance that it has sadly come to represent.

Yes, my friends, and perhaps you guessed it… it is high time to reposition and reclaim not the ever controversial Confederate banner, but our vauled American flag – from the racists, the xenophobes, and ecology-destroying drone-wielding despots: Old Glory, the good ol’ red, white, and blue.

Thank you.

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The Shimmer

by on June 21st, 2015


Following The Light of Our Interests, Passions, Obsessions, & Beckoning Opportunities

by Jesse Wolf Hardin

I have been thinking lately about a certain quality– that whenever absent, proves a major factor in our disinterest, dissatisfaction, loss of motivation or lack of progress. And a quality that, when blessedly present, can catch our drifting attention and stir our curiosity, awaken us to deep significance and previously unrecognized beauty. It can affirm our focus and course, or even our most individual purpose or special role. It can alert us to all those small and great things best able to excite and engage us, lifting themselves and us above the deadening norm and into an experience of wonder and revelation. The excitement, reconsideration and insight it brings can lead to action and movement, adventure and growth, the means for our greatest satisfaction. It is what I call the “shimmer,” since it seems to light up and animate only those things certain to have the most meaning in our particular, personal lives. Things which shimmer, are those which seem to us to glisten against a dull background, those imbued with an intensity of color making them stand out from a seemingly monochromatic field and context. They seem to have an almost otherworldly clarity about them, a translucence in balance with remarkable form and palpable substance. When we are children, before a certain age, nearly all things may shimmer for us, each apparently calling for our attention, communicating something we know could be important to our development and well-being. Which things shimmer is different for each person, and this is how you can recognize when a signal, a light, an insight, is for you.


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There is something in faery mythology called “glamour,” a spell of illusion casting an aura of preciousness on the ordinary, a gilding that can make a plain rock glint like gold, and make that which we’d find worthless appear valuable and desirable. The shimmer is just the opposite. Rather than being an illusion that beguiles, that which shimmers for us is a truth and treasure revealed. The relationships that serve our spirits, hearts and purposes best, will not be those which are most normal, expected or predetermined, but instead, it is those relatively few relationships that shimmer and refract for us, complex, enlivened, opalescent, and utterly incomparable. Your true mate or “significant others” will shimmer. The friends which will fan your flames and ally with your missions will be those that even next to the nicest of other people will be shimmering in ways impossible for you to discount or ignore.


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Likewise, you might “like” where you live, and you may even have a practiced script describing all the entirely practical reasons you have for making what you call a “workable compromise”… but deep down you likely either remember or else can imagine a place, a village, a community, a mountain or valley or oceanside landscape that shimmers like nowhere else for you. This is what brings about the level of personalized bonding that we call “sense of place,” a blissful commitment to community and loyalty to land, a physical reality most conducive to our manifestations and growth.


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Not all of us can be sure of earning an income from doing the things we love most. Nevertheless, it would be unhelpful and unhealthful to resign ourselves to a lifetime of working at a job that has no meaning for us, that serves no satisfying purpose beyond a paycheck, that we find uninteresting and that brings us no great enjoyment. Life is too short, I believe, to get stuck in a shimmerless career. Many folks, including artists, musicians, and herbalists, give themselves wholly only to that which they have the greatest love and passion for, and in such cases what shimmers is not what we have so much as what we do.


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I am so grateful to have found shimmering love, against a historic backdrop of my failed or unremarkable pairings. So happy that this river canyon sanctuary still shimmers like magic even after years of intimate familiarity. So thankful that a cause and purpose shimmers for me, the awakening, healing, and bettering of the world I feel so integrally and ecstatically bound to. So glad to be able walk my path even at its darkest, proceeding from one beckoning shimmer to the next.


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Indeed, much like our own private North Star, that which shimmers for us provides a beacon to follow if we choose, the light of our interests, propensities, and perhaps destinies, showing us a way to turn at the important forks on our personal life-trails. We never need worry about which way is best for us to go, if we are always as much as possible moving away from that which disinterests, disempowers or dispirits us, and towards what most piques, excites, catalyzes, uplifts, enlightens, thrills, fuels, and propels us personally. Don’t feel judgmental for discerning, distinguishing, and choosing between things – you are not putting other things down when you look past them to what shimmers for you individually… remember that they may glow for someone else. Consider this metaphor: Many if not all plants have some kind of medicinal action when consumed, but the exact species that can help a particular person with a certain condition is often one that surprises them in its unveiling and effects, shimmering most for those who most need its healing powers. We do not simply pick out what shimmers, what shimmers equally selects us.


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Pursuing gloss and glamour, wealth or recognition, can only lead to distraction and dissatisfaction, far from your spirit and heart, far from what the world really needs from you, and far from your heart’s desires. Or optionally, follow the shimmers, and you are following your heart. If what you do is truly a “calling,” it will shimmer for you, and if ever it stops shimmering it will be a sign for you to look beyond and move on. Find and give yourself to that special place and tribe that shimmers, regardless of how hard the search. Give your greatest love to the lover that shimmers, no matter how difficult, no matter who does or doesn’t approve. Give your greatest attention to your shimmering hopes, your shimmering needs and desires, your purpose or mission, your increasingly shimmering life.

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Anima The Vital Force by Guido Masé

by on June 17th, 2015

Spiral Stone Tibradden


New Science, Vitalism, & Healing

by Guido Masé

Guido Masé is a clinical herbalist, herbal educator, garden steward specializing in holistic Western herbalism, valued columnist for Plant Healer Magazine, and esteemed teacher at the upcoming Traditions in Western Herbalism Conference atop New Mexico’s Sky Island (click on:  Guido’s teaching style is a good fit for Plant Healer publications and events, focusing as it does on conveying the interconnections within the human organism and between the organism and its surrounding ecology, with a constant eye to the amazing beauty such study reveals: at any level, and in many different “languages”, herbs mirror people, the plant and animal kingdoms grew up together as complements. Such a relational awareness provides meaning and context, critical elements to understanding and also to healing. Learn more about his work and the Vermont Center for Integrative Herbalism school programs at:

The following essay is excerpted from the Summer issue of Plant Healer Magazine, available by subscription.  To read an excerpt of an in-depth interview with Guido in an upcoming issue of Herbaria Newsletter, subscribe for free by entering your name and email at:


When I get to the top of a hill, or to a rocky outcrop in the forest, I like to take a moment and put my hands on the raw stone. It can feel hot, if it is exposed in the middle of a summer day; or cool, if it is deep in the shade of the forest. From here, if I slow down a bit, I can get a sense of the roots of the mountain, deep and rocky, cracked and trickling with water, deeper and deeper until it almost feels like I am in touch with a kind of consciousness. But are rocks conscious? Are they alive? Perhaps not in the traditional sense. Although without these rocky bones, the water would not flow the way it does. Streams and swamps would be different, soil would build up in different places. Different trees would grow, different birds would alight on different branches, we would walk different trails and build our homes in different ways. In short, without these rocks, everything would be different. Scoured by glaciers long ago, these stones are a vibrant, essential part of this valley. If the valley is alive, then the rocks must share a piece of its consciousness. Stones, plants, fungi and beasts co-evolved.

pebble stone spiralWhat does this mean? Can life forms be really simple – as simple as a pebble in the streambed? Can all the pieces of an ecosystem hold a kind of consciousness, maybe not exactly like ours, but still alive and perceptive? If you speak with healers from many different traditions, your answer will most often be affirmative. There is a vitality that courses through all of the world, from the waters of the ocean to the rocks of the highest mountains. There is vital force – and it may actually predate matter. It is pattern-organizing, it possesses understandable features, it is self-similar at many levels. Or so the story goes.

But this vital force, the élan vital, has been a discredited concept for over two hundred years in the Western system of thought. Those of us who talk about vitalism, about dissipation-adaptationnourishing this power in our gardens, our forests, our bodies and spirits, are ostensibly barking up the wrong tree: a tree that withered and died long ago. So it becomes very difficult, in academic circles, in writing, or even at family gatherings, to have conversations about vitalism, energetics, or other models that speak of qi, unseen forces, humors and balance in our physiologies. Energy systems are an archaic way of thinking. If there is an “energy” coursing through the universe, it is the dissipative force: everything is fading into a slow, homogenous dust. Entropy rules. Vitalism is dead.

Or is it? The Taoist masters talk about a “way” that generates all things, but also grinds them into dust. All around us, we see life increasing in richness. How can we reconcile the homogenizing force of entropy with the “clumping” and complexity everywhere? Many argue that this “clumping” is a rarity – and that may be the case – but it seems that, out of an initial clumpy distribution of energy in the universe, matter and life have exploded into greater and greater diversity in those rare places of high energy concentration. Why is this? Why did the dust surrounding our proto-star clump into planets? Why did the crust of our planet become so complex, when it was once mostly molten silicates? It all makes little sense, because concentrating matter into planets is the exact opposite of diffusion (and diffusion is a clear outcome of the entropic drive).

It turns out that built right in to the concept of entropy is a tendency to generate more and more complex structures. Jeremy England, a researcher at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, spends his days analyzing dissipative structures: systems that take in energy and efficiently distribute it over a wide area. The systems in question are exposed to an energy source and are suspended in a bath of some kind: water, air, plasma. A matrix. What the England lab has discovered is that a system of atoms or particles, when caught between an energy source and a matrix, will continually rearrange itself, increasing in complexity and reproducing its structure.

In so doing it dissipates energy into the matrix more and more efficiently. In other words, life arises to better fulfill the goals of entropy. Birth and death are the same thing. Yang flows into yin, harnesses substance, and generates the ten thousand things.

While this may help explain how life and a drive to complexity may exist hand-in-glove with the entropic drive of the second law of thermodynamics, it still doesn’t explain why people use concepts like the four elements, five phases, humors, ama and agni, or any other energetic descriptions. An animating, vital tendency may exist in all matter as it attempts to dissipate the energy of the universe, but why describe it in such broad, metaphorical strokes? Isn’t this outdated language?

scientistOne of recent history’s most prolific mathematical geniuses, Stephen Wolfram has spent years developing more and more sophisticated models of computation. He uses computers to simulate reality – and provide answers for engineers, weather forecasters, and scientists in a wide range of disciplines. But what makes his work unique is his approach to creating models. Take, for example, the problem of determining how a block of concrete will break under stress. What does the crack look like? Where does it go? This a very difficult process to predict accurately. Historically, it involved massive tangles of equations. Inputs including vector forces, the structure and density of the materials, temperature, pressure, and many, many more fed into these equations and a computer attempted to give a “best guess” as to the outcome. This approach attempts to predict outcomes by reducing the system to its components and their relationships.  Wolfram’s approach is different: instead of trying to identify and catalog all of the complexity of a living system, he looks for a simple system that behaves just like the complex one. He has hit on a just such a simple mathematical tool that generates endless complexity: the cellular automaton(.

cellular automatonThrough these constructs, he has created models that predict concrete shear much more accurately than any reductionist system ever has. So much so, in fact, that engineers now use a cellular-automaton-based system much more often: not just for concrete fracturing(4), but for urban flood planning, evacuation protocols(6), even the stock market – among many others. Two interesting insights follow from this development: first, many processes in the universe seem to follow this simple model, from seashell patterning, to concrete shear, to wood snapping, to spirals forming, to fractals nesting.  Second – and this is crucial – it is impossible to actually predict what the next step, the outcome of the system, will be without actually watching it move. That is to say, we can’t predict the future by taking a snapshot of the present, even if we know all the relationships and laws of the universe. This had been the dream of the Newtonian “clockwork” universe: the idea that we would
discover a master equation to predict all outcomes from a given set of conditions. Wolfram has proved that this is impossible for cellular automata, and calls it “the principle of computational irreducibility”. In the common tongue, it means we can’t get to understanding through reductionism. We have to watch the process flow. Ecologists are beginning to understand this inescapable fact.


Taking these two insights into the discipline of medicine, we can make some interesting observations. Prognosis – the art of understanding how a disease will progress, and also how a medicine or treatment will affect the progression – is very tricky business. There are many variables involved. We have attempted biomedical models, based on receptor structure, genetic expression, and so much more. These predictive models work fairly well, but there is still a lot of uncertainty, especially in the more subtle and complex situations. Take, for example, the use of antidepressants. Many physicians like to use SSRIs (selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors), but often cycle through many different ones, starting with Prozac, then maybe trying Paxil, and finally settling on Celexa (for example). They are all SSRIs, but some work in certain people, while others don’t. I have even heard physician speak in strange ways about them. “I’ve found Paxil is better for a skinnier, anxious person,” they say. Huh?


So perhaps we can inform prognosis, and perhaps diagnosis too, by applying the idea that a given set of conditions (patient, disease and intervention) can’t really ever give a consistently accurate prediction through an equation or algorithm. Even our most detailed understanding of the body, even a complete map of the whole genome, the whole proteome, microbiome and interactome, cannot yield the predictive power we are looking for. Computational irreducibility proves this. So what are we left with? Useful approximations, for one – and medicine has been relying on these for the last century. But more importantly, faced with the fact that reductionist approaches will always be approximate, to deepen our practice and improve our results we would do well to follow Wolfram’s lead: if we don’t want to watch the disease process unfold in order to see what the future holds (because the future could include death!), perhaps we should watch a simpler model. After all, simple models are able to predict a range of different phenomena incredibly accurately, much better than reductionist approximations. Can this apply to medicine?

Guido Masé teaching at Traditions in Western Herbalism Conference - The Herbal Resurgence

Guido Masé teaching at Traditions in Western Herbalism Conference – The Herbal Resurgence

The cellular automaton models seem to apply at many levels of reality – from weather patterns to chemical reactions. The patterns they weave hold within them spirals, self-similar cracks, repeaters, reproducing sequences. This presents powerful mathematical evidence, beyond such well-known constants such as φ (phi), that broad self-similarity exists at all levels of reality, and that the same models are equally applicable at all levels. What if the processes we observe in medicine (disease, pharmacodynamics, healing) draw on these models, too? If this were the case, then by observing processes at one level, we could gain relevant insight into medicine and healing. Perhaps the way the weather moves, the way ice cracks and flows into water, the way summer clouds gather into storms on the updrafts of July, all can tell us something about the human body. Perhaps the way fire warms your soup, or wind dries your skin, can give insight into medicine and healing. The current cutting edge of science is telling us that an animating drive towards complexity, adaptation, and reproduction exists at the most basic levels of matter. It affirms that it is impossible to predict outcomes by reducing the current situation to components and running those components through an equation. And it encourages us to seek out patterns we can observe to understand how health and disease work, because reality, though complex, is based on simple patterns and is largely self-similar, with simple models underlying all behavior.  Does this sound familiar?

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What remains to be seen is whether these energetic, vitalist ideas actually have any bearing in medicine and applied pharmacology. While we have not yet fully built this bridge, the basic infrastructure does exist: network pharmacology, which uses concepts from systems and network graph theories, attempts to understand how medicine works by focusing on structures that are echoed at many levels of reality. Concepts like “hubs” and connectors, which are absent from “random” networks, are found easily in everything from ecologies to the interaction of molecules with the protein networks in human physiology. They can be used to predict how drugs will work in a living system, and how a disease will progress. Since we understand how networks work (by observing them at many different levels of reality), academic researchers are starting to apply these ideas to how medicinal plants help with disease, and how different people with the same  “condition” might respond differently to the same herb. This is powerful stuff, and it won’t be long now before traditional concepts of energetics will become a source of wisdom to understand how medicine works. Herbalists will be ready.

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So next time you feel the cool stone beneath your fingers, deep in an old-growth grove, your harvest basket full of summer’s wild harvest, think about the vital force that brought this all into being. Remember how it courses through all things, invisible but understandable, with clear patterns that are both simple and incredibly powerful. Patterns that are encoded into energetic concepts. Energies that are brought to bear in healing human suffering. Vitalism is alive and well – you just need a new language if you want to talk about it with physicists and physicians. I prefer the poetry of weather, the whispers of spirits. But physics and math weave amazing stories, too. And herbalists have always been equal-opportunity storytellers.

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Jesse Wolf Hardin & Guido Mase at Traditions in Western Herbalism Conference -

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Summertime Enchanted Canyon News

by on June 2nd, 2015
Elka picking Nettles at Anima Sanctuary

Elka picking Nettles at Anima Sanctuary

Summertime Enchanted Canyon News 

from Elka

Hello dear readers! It’s another beautiful June in the canyon! The cottonwoods have all leafed out, the woods are covered with nettles, the hedgehog cactuses are blooming and so are the yucca stalks! Dear sweet chamomile has escaped from the garden and makes me want to pet it, and smell it, as I walk by it on the path in front of the kitchen, and the crazy fennel I planted last summer is now at least 4 feet tall! Rhiannon and I have been very busy getting up to our elbows in nettles in order to stock the freezer with the best tasting greens money can’t even buy! It’s stinging nettle heaven! I haven’t seen so many in years. The rains have been abundant enough this winter, and it’s been raining way more than usual this spring! Which is so great, cause it not only helps reduce the fire danger but makes the nettles keep sprouting new tops faster than even I can sometimes believe! So far we’ve managed to put at least 50 pounds of boiled nettles in the freezer, and I can’t tell you how many we’ve eaten, but it’s been a lot of bowls’ worth, that’s for sure! Kiva has been loving my Potato Nettle Soup, of which we’ve been eating countless variations! (My Potato Nettle Soup recipe will be in the June issue of our Herbaria Newsletter, you can subscribe for free at: We’ve also been eating lots of nettles with coconut milk and curry spices, with sautéed meat and onions, with sliced cucumbers and homemade chutney– yum! And I’ve been drinking endless mugs of vitamin and mineral-rich nettle decoction— a perfect Spring tonic!

Basket of yummy edible nettles, Anima Sanctuary, NM

Basket of yummy edible nettles, Anima Sanctuary, NM

It’s been quite a remarkable Spring. I can’t ever remember another May so cool that I still want to make morning fires in the indoor kitchen on a regular basis, and afternoons so breezy and mild that I’m not ready to dunk myself in the river every hour! We’re enjoying the extended Spring wardrobe options that the cooler weather brings. As usual, I’ve been having way too much fun getting dressed in the morning, and in the afternoon, and sometimes in the evening, too! (For those of you who have never witnessed me in action, I’m a regular clothes junkie, with only a little control over my getting-changed habits!) Soon, I predict, (no crystal ball required) the layers and the excessive accessories will be vanishing, or at least, some of them, and nothing with any kind of sleeves on it will even be considered! (Sorry, lovely ones, and dear vests, I’ll miss you!) Our giant school bus closet has been erupting in blossoms of new pink dresses, boho-style. Rhiannon being big enough now that there are things she can give to Kiva and me! I have way more ideas for the growing “to alter” pile in the shed than I have time (or maybe it’s patience and focus) to enact, but it’s been fun, carving out a little chunk of minutes most days to mend, alter, and create on Wolf’s grandma’s old Singer treadle!

Lamb's Quarters that Kiva gathered on her morning run in the canyon.

Lamb’s Quarters that Kiva gathered on her morning run in the canyon.

Kiva has been inspiring us all with her running and workouts, she just got back from an 11 mile run way down and back up the river! Wow!  She took me to see a musical festival last month, and Wolf and Rhiannon are planning to spend some days together soon doing something they both feel passionately about: exploring historic and art museums!  (Rhiannon is not a typical teenager in any way!)  We also look forward to visits, first by Meya and her kids from Pecos, and then later in the year we’ll get to host Wolf’s wonderful adult daughter Rain again.

I loved meeting and getting to know new people through the WWOOF volunteer farm help program, but we have have decided to look out for longer term resident care-takers for this sanctuary instead.  I didn’t get a promising application from Wolf’s post on the Mother Earth News blog, so keep us in mind if you know of anybody or a family wanting to invest themselves into this life.  I will always feel the pull between social life and nature, but I will never regret choosing a life where I can hold so close to my true self, to the living land and all its magic, and to a meaningful purpose!

Rhainnon in outdoor kitchen-72dpiRhiannon and I have started taking a day each week to do less work and more play and that has been so wonderful! Usual “Indulgence Day” activities? Baking Rosemary Blond Brownies to consume rapturously with cold milk or a homemade ice cream smoothie, going for a walk in the canyon winds to admire things, watching an old Once Upon a Time episode or a costume drama or some other special movie Wolf’s gotten us on Netflix, playing Cooking Scrabble, taking silly iPhone videos which we usually delete, reading things out loud to each other (last week I read her a section of Gone With the Wind that made my heart nearly burst!), working on some art or other craftsy project, or looking at some our picture books and family photos, amongst other romping and resting. Sometimes it’s hard to believe she’s actually a teenager, we all get along so ridiculously well these days! She amazes us all, every day, with her wonderfulness– her sensitivity, playfulness, creativity, uniqueness, her outspokenness and her well-timed restraint, and her caring! We are all so blessed by her presence, and treasure every day even more knowing that she’ll be exploring the world someday all too soon, and how we will all miss her!

On the To-Do List, June 2015

Bake bagels (today!)

Prepare for fire danger

Finish Spring Cleaning

Harvest yucca blossoms for decoration and for marinating in oil & vinegar

Harvest more nettles!

Harvest roses with Kiva

Harvest bee balm, make pesto for the freezer, and dry some, too

Make green chile relish with the rest of the chiles in the freezer

Make more red chile sauce with the rest of the ristra from Denise

Make granola with acorn meal and Fir syrup

Make a cheesecake or a Spring fruits pie soon!

Make acorn chocolate cake!

Make some pretty cookbook-marks for favorite cookbooks

Finish writing the cookbook!!!!

Read new and old cookbooks and make notes about things to try

Clean/organize the freezer in town

Make tamales with acorn meal

Make paté with elk liver in freezer

Dye some of the giant “to dye” pile

Try dying sheep wool with dried nettles & stalks

Sort/organize family archives in shed

Sort all the new music given to me by Wolf

Work on scrapbook, and art for cookbook

Write next Plant Healer article, maybe on Elderberries?

Clean out packrat nests in outbuildings

Fill tank with rainwater with Wolf

New cookbooks and an old doll friend... at Anima Sanctuary.

New cookbooks and an old doll friend… at Anima Sanctuary.

Well, this morning (a few days after I’ve started this!) there are incredible flashes of sun on the cliffs in between a lot of clouds and wind, surprisingly cool for the first week of June. It’s heart-stoppingly beautiful. Time to build my woodstove fire, and get ready to bake, dress up, clean and tend, mend and sing, dance and celebrate another day of fully being in this blessed home, in this special moment in time!

A thank you goes out to those of you who have written recently.  It’s always great to hear from you, especially given that folks have quit commenting on blogs all across the internet.  We are far away from people here in these luscious wilds, so it is extra good for me to feel you with us.

I’ll close with a tempting bit of decadence, my gluten-free brownie recipe copied below.  May your heart be full with all the miracles of your own life, however great and small they may be!

–Love, Elka

Gluten-Free Blond Brownies with Rosemaryblonde brownie 72dpi

Rhiannon and I like to sit and crack the nuts together just before mixing these heavenly blond brownies into perfection. Of course you can make these without the rosemary, or with less, if you want, but I like how this rather large amount helps mellow out the sweetness and makes the flavors all the more tantalizing. Rhiannon appreciates it when I make a little section of the pan without the rosemary, too, so she can have two different kinds to eat! Sometimes I put white chocolate chips in her portion, too.

If you want to make them with regular wheat flour, just use 1 cup of flour. 

I like to put a few of these in the freezer and enjoy taking frozen nibbles of them with tea!


3/4 cup chopped pecans or walnuts. lightly toasted

1 stick butter, melted

1 1/3 cup oat flour

1 cup brown sugar

1 egg

1 tablespoon vanilla extract

1/2 teaspoon baking soda

1/8 teaspoon salt

1 tablespoon ground dried rosemary (or 2 tablespoons fresh rosemary, minced)

1 cup chocolate chips

Preheat your oven to 300 degrees. Sift together the baking soda, salt, and flour in a a medium mixing bowl, breaking up any tiny lumps of baking soda with your fingers that you may find. Mix in the rest of the ingredients, and bake at 300 degrees in a parchment lined 8” square pan till puffy, brown around the edges, but still a little less than firm in the center. I’m not exactly sure how long, just watch it very carefully after the first 20-25 minutes!

We like to eat bites from just around the edges of the pan when it first comes out, and then (usually!) we set it in the pantry to cool and wait an hour or so until the whole thing firms up nicely before digging into the middle of it!

The Care-Taking Mission & The Search For Home

by on May 13th, 2015

The Care-Taking Mission & The Search For Home

by Jesse Wolf Hardin

It has been a busy Spring here in the wilds, connected as we are to the larger world through the magic of internet and at the behest of a calling – in the past month putting together another free Herbaria Newsletter plus the next 280 pages-long Plant Healer Magazine, producing a new color book on the history of herbalism and medicine called The Traveling Medicine Show, working on the upcoming Traditions in Western Herbalism Conference, and writing posts for several blogs.  The advantage of affecting culture and human kind from the “comforts” of a remote wilderness sanctuary, is tempered by the awareness that the walls of these crudely built cabins are in need of caulk and waterproofing or paint, that Elka could use help keeping the firewood split that heats our homes and food,  and that I have not been able to break away long enough to run the water pump to move precious water from our rain barrels to our storage tanks before this coming weekend’s expected storm.  I have missed the raw experience of daily close contact with the elements and fundamentals of real existence, the ritual chores of connection, the scent and heft of wood and water.  This led me to pondering again in the middle of the night, as to what kinds of folks might work best to share our incredible land and necessary responsibilities with.  It’s intensely wonderful here in such a wildly natural place, but most would say it has too many drawbacks being remote, in a county with a few hundred libertarian country folk, hard to make money, and anything but hipster. Anima Sanctuary Cliffs in Mist by Jesse Wolf Hardin 72dpi The result of such midnight thoughts was my writing my latest post for the Mother Earth News blog.  While most often we post about herbs and healing, this time I cover the subject of “Caretaking in Paradise” – not an appeal for assistance and involvement at Anima Sanctuary so much as encouragement and a primer for folks who cannot afford to buy remote property but wish for a way to live out in nature somewhere nonetheless.  I include in the post a list of practical tips for finding and arranging for caretaker positions in the rural and wilderness parts of this country. It brought to mind the times before I arrived in our river canyon, when this impoverished young dreamer was searching out places where I might be useful, healthful, and welcome: “For nearly 15 years, I learned to reinhabit the mountains of the rural West by caretaking a number of places:  A wild turkey refuge on a creek 23 miles of dirt road into the forest from the small village of Pecos, New Mexico, planting oats for the birds and keeping the pipes thawed between the spring box and the log cabin provided.  A ramshackle cattle ranch west the ghost town of Chloride.  An A-frame near the art colony of Taos, that I repaired and painted instead of paying rent.”

The search of course, led me here, and probably could have led me nowhere else.  This enchanted land, its shining examples and difficult challenges, have in combination informed my thinking and teaching, and largely shaped the person that I am.  It inspired my lifelong commitments to its care and restoration, though that ended up meaning being along here for over a decade.  The folks who at one time or another were pledged to live here or who helped pay for the sanctuary all drifted away, except for one who fortunately helps ensure its legal protection from afar, and my family who tend its needs are few indeed, but it nonetheless remains true that a primitive homestead lifestyle and our important duties are meant to be the work of a clan if not village, community, tribe.  To thrive, rural, farm, and wilderness land needs to be free from the crowds and concrete of so-called “civilization,” and yet if can benefit from small groups who guard, restore, and celebrate it.  Finally, as I wrote for the M.E.N. blog:

“…remember that caretaking means literally “taking care” – tending, maintaining, nurturing, and ultimately benefitting a home and ecosystem that you deeply care about!  It works best not as an experiment but as commitment, committing as fully to a place and purpose as we would to a spouse, a child, or a cause.  …Whether we end up a lifetime caretaker or making years of payments, we each have the option and opportunity to live our wildest dreams – including a dream of living close to the land and the elements, inspired by its beauty, fulfilled by our earthen role and worthy tasks.”


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A Healthy Look At Anger

by on March 15th, 2015

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A Healthy Look at Anger

Hospital-Caused Deaths, Twitter Indicators, Heart Attack & Prevention

by Jesse Wolf Hardin

Plant Healer Magazine

The second greatest cause of deaths in this country are factors associated with conventional hospital care, from misdiagnosis to resistant infection and drug side effects, as my partner Kiva and I regularly lament.  Recently our esteemed herbalist friend Paul Bergner alerted us to a report in a 2013 edition of The Journal of Patient Safety, discussing extensive research indicating there are an estimated 400,000 deaths per year directly related to drug-based modern medicine and hospital care.  These statistics, you must admit, are downright alarming.  More than that, they flat-out piss me off… as they likely anger a good number of our Plant Healer readers as well!

But be careful how angry you get when you stop to think about this regrettable fact, with anger looking more and more like a primary preventable trigger of the numero uno cause of death: the approximately 600,000 women and men succumbing each year to a fatal heart attack.  That anger triggers HCV symptoms and gall bladder pain, I can personally attest.  But some curious researching of twitter messaging habits makes me think about the ol’ ticker as well.

protesting-twitter-bird-72dpiSocial Media data is increasingly being analyzed by healthcare researchers for a better understanding of disease patterns and causes.  According to a January 14th, 2015 science report on National Public twitter-bird-angry-72dpiRadio, the internet platform Twitter has provided some very telling statistics.  Of particular interest to this discussion, it was found that those places where the greatest number of angry “tweets” issue from, strongly correlated with those areas reporting the greatest number of deaths from heart attack.  As NPR science reporter Shankar Vedantam explained:

“There’s new work now that connects Twitter with heart disease, because it turns out that you can trace many tweets to the location from which they were sent. Researchers at the University of Pennsylvania and other schools traced these tweets and then they analyzed the language in the tweets to see if they were expressing anger, or love, or boredom. And they find, in an analysis of more than 1,300 counties, that the amount of anger expressed on Twitter is a very powerful predictor of heart disease in those counties. And in fact, anger, hostility and aggression on Twitter is better able to predict patterns of heart disease than 10 other leading health indicators, including smoking, obesity and hypertension.

Bergner points reminds us that correlation is at best indication, and does not equal causation: “Sometimes two things that seem causally correlated are both caused by something else. What if living in a high crime expensive polluted city causes heart attacks, and also causes people to be angry?  With obesity and heart attacks, the correlation disappears when you remove insulin resistance, the insulin resistance causes the obesity and it causes the heart attacks.”

Yet, even if a direct causative relationship between anger and heart attacks remains unproven, it would seem to be their mutual causes that need to be determinedly addressed.  


There is much to be upset about, and crucial for a healer of any kind – herbalist, nurse, nurturer, culture-shifter – empathize with, hurt over, take exception to, and try to address, confront, transform, or otherwise heal.  Dwelling in our pain and anger, however, is likely to do more damage to our health than bring justice to the world.  Instead, acting on our feelings can vent dangerous pent-up frustration, releasing tension through direct action and purposeful effort regardless of how successful such efforts and acts are.  I am angry over the persecution of herbalists and marginalizing of herbalism, and the threat posed by pharmaceuticals.  I’m ticked-off about the lying and manipulative politicians of both parties who continue destroying the environment and supporting corporatism and war, riled at the disappearance of wild habitat for plants and animals and free spirited people, upset with onerous regulation and oppressive laws, disgusted with bioengineered foods and proprietary seeds.  And thus, my preventative treatments for possible future heart attacks include helping to gather, store and promote wild seed varieties, protesting against or working to change unjust laws, purchasing and restoring a riparian ecosystem and encouraging its plant and wildlife, refusing to vote for what we imagine to be the “lesser of two evils”… and supporting the herbal resurgence against all odds, in every ways possible.  With every strenuous effort I make, I can feel the anger resolve into calm deliberate purpose, feel the tension dissolving in my weight bearing shoulders, my busy head, and my still beating chest.

Most official and unofficial websites discussing heart failure give us the same, not always correct recommendations.  According to the MNT Knowledge Center, for example, the steps to preventing heart attack are:

1. Follow instructions on medications usage (!)

2. Make sure diet is low in salt, fat, and cholesterol (even though nutritional cholesterol has been proven to have no significant effect on the levels of harmful cholesterol in the blood!)

3.  Exercise in the form of a 10-minute walk…

4. Quit smoking, and

5. Avoid drinking alcohol.

Hell’s-bells, as my Papa used to say!  No mention of herbs, of course.  Not a single word about not bottling-up our emotions, or making changes in where and how we live.  Maybe we should add a fifth recommendation:


5. Don’t get angry, get even! (in other words, take charge of our own health, and work to change the dominant system!)

With that calmly considered amendment, I think I’ll ask our partner Kiva – the blender of genuinely remarkable Margaritas – if she’ll kindly fix me a drink.


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