Jul 03 2009

July 4th Canyon News

We’re just now winding down from what has been an incredibly powerful Shaman’s Path Intensive weekend, filled with awakened insights and personal life changes, punctuated by the requisite afternoon and evening thunder and lightning!  Kiva has been giving great presentations and providing me with the solid support I need to keep it all together while tending our 11 excellent guests.  Watch for a full report on this moving event soon!

wolf-signing-imwts-772dpi.jpgWhile walking back after a teaching, Wolf stepped into the middle of the resident turkey flock.  He said the babies were the size of small chickens and flew into the branches of the cottonwoods, while the mamas stayed close enough for photos if only he’d had the camera with him!

Biggest news of all right now is our new book, as it proves to have more adults buying it for themselves than for children!  Huge thank you’s need to go out to John and Kimberley Gallagher of the popular HerbMentor.com site, who helped with the release of the hardback “I’m a Medicine Woman Too!” by announcing it and generously recommending it.  We SO appreciate you!   Since word went out on Wednesday, we have received over 130 orders, and have spent literally hours hand-signing and packaging them!

The first 250 IMWT! orders receive free copies of Wolf’s latest Medicine Woman art, ready for framing, as well as their personally signed copies.  Click here for more information or to place your own order.  And please let us know you have sent out the book announcement to any mailing lists, and the the names of any forums or blogs you might have helped network it through.  Finally, we are looking for more people to review it for mags and forums, especially for any herbal, mothering or nature sites/groups you may be involved in.  Thank you so much for that!!!

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More soon…  Loba

(photos (c)2009 by Kiva Rose Hardin)

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Jul 03 2009

This American Revolution - Thoughts on What’s Really American or UnAmerican! - by Jesse Hardin

A timely essay to forward and share with folks of all walks:

This American Revolution
Thoughts on What’s Really American or UnAmerican!

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by Jesse Hardin
canyonfamily@gmail.com

Whether you love the spirit of it or hate its martial airs,  the 4th of July is one of the most meaningful of holidays, commemorating as it does a time when an empowered populous chose freedom and regional self determination over the rules and benefits of the British empire, when mostly good and brave hearted people opted to be outlaws rather than kowtow to what they saw as intrusive and unjust regulation from afar.  1776 was a time of revolutionary ideas, personal courage and individual liberty, a true high mark that we have slipped further away from every decade since.

This country was founded in the spirit of acting on one’s personal conscience.  Belief in oneself, taking care of the family, love of the land, loyalty to one’s place.  Personal initiative, willing risk, daring adventure, and attempting the seemingly impossible.  Regionalism, self sufficiency and home rule.  While I am distinctly a Libertarian not a nationalist, I must point out to every proud flag-waver that it is characteristically American and wholly patriotic to question, provoke and resist authority.  To stand out from the crowd, dare to look or act different from the prevailing trend or fads.  To listen and respond to the needs of our hearts.  To heed not rules and orders so much as what we instinctively know to be right and wrong.  To choose freedom and opportunity over “security” and regulation.  To mouth off and make waves.  To prefer disorganized, ineffectual and contending political interests over uni-body, uni-voice, all powerful, uncontested government.   To do whatever the hell we want, so long as it does not harm or impinge upon the freedoms of others.  To be compassionate but firm, peaceful by nature but fierce when defending what matters, deeply loving yet impressively strong.

And while I get sick and tired of hearing people, groups and ideas conveniently labeled “UnAmerican” all the time, I must say that if anything it is UnAmerican to conform, blend in or lay-back.  To acquiesce, surrender, or compromise our core personal beliefs.  To give up our dreams in order to make life easier for us, or change who we really are in order to be accepted by anybody or anything.  To believe everything we read or automatically assume the media or government know best.  To buckle under pressure, be blindly obedient or bow to vested authorities when when we know they have it wrong.  While we are a proud democracy, it is nonetheless patently UnAmerican for us to assume the opinions of the majority are necessarily correct, or that “going with the flow” is always the best way to go.  And while we honor the rule of law, we must still choose doing right even it means being labeled outlaws.

When Thomas Jefferson spoke about the need for a new revolution every generation, he was not talking about revolutionary technological leaps, “revolutionary legislation,” a “revolutionary new administration” or “revolutionary new prices.”  He was pointing to no less than the periodic overturning of established political interests, preventing the solidification of power in the hands of any special interest group, making sure that national or global interests never run roughshod over local communities and concerns, ensuring that conscience and not finance be the primary determining factor in deciding the direction this country goes.  He saw the benefits of fractious discourse and stalled regulation, disagreement and dissension.  And he was also aware of the danger of monolithic systems as well as elite amalgams such as the largest international corporations have become.

By Thomas’ measure, we are several generations late in doing the work of revolution: reconfiguring, re-evolving, reinventing, recreating, and making real again.  He knew this was not a matter of shifting trends so much as becoming new and honest over and over again, through the sacrifices and efforts of wild eyed patriots as we have always been called, and even if it means the shedding our American blood.  Resistance and rethinking are not simply tales of history that we wax nostalgic about, it is our patriotic calling.  While enjoying the festivities of July 4th, let us hear in the explosions of fireworks the thunder that awakens, and recognize in the colorful displays the infinite possibilities that await.

(share as you will… and always act on your conscience)

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Jul 01 2009

I’m a Medicine Woman Too! - Signed Hardback Copies & Free Art Gift - Please Forward and Post

            rhiannoncanyonwarrior1-4sm.jpg“Please buy our new book and share it with lots of people.  It has lots of powerful things to teach, about herbs, and about believing in ourselves!  And I would love to hear from you how you love it!”          -Rhiannon Hardin, (soon to be 9!)

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 Finally available, personally signed hardback copies, with a FREE signed Medicine Woman art print ready for framing:

I’M A MEDICINE WOMAN TOO!
Herbal Wisdom & Personal Empowerment for Budding Healers & Daydream Believers

An illustrated story of self discovery and personal empowerment for all children and adults alike… and not only for budding healers but everyone heeding a calling, seeking a purpose or pursuing a vital dream

Written & Illustrated by
Jesse Wolf Hardin

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    “I believe I’m holding a new children’s classic, a book that will be treasured by children –and their parents – for years to come.”
-Rosemary Gladstar, Herbalist, author of The Family Herbal

The author’s delightful daughter Rhiannon was the inspiration and model for this tale of realization and growth, as she first resists believing she could ever be a Medicine Woman like the herbalists and healers she’s met, but then realizes the ways in which she is already the woman of power she hopes to be!  Includes a “Name the Herb” medicinal plant identification game.

Notice: The first 250 people to order will receive a FREE hand signed and numbered (limited edition of 250) color print of a new “The Medicine Woman Tradition” drawing by the author and illustrator, as seen below, ready for you to frame and hang!  Rhiannon was the model, along with Mama Kiva of course!

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Personally Signed Copies

In the US: $15. Donation + $8 Priority Shipping

In Mexico & Canada:  $15. Donation + $9.00 Shipping

International Orders: $15. Donation + $11.00 Shipping

3 Signed Copies: $40. Donation + $15. Priority Shipping

 

Click here for book excerpts or to place your order

To see photos of Rhiannon modeling the making of the enchanting Rose Elixir, Check out the Kiva’s new lesson on LearningHerbs.com

And click here for information on Animá Medicine Woman Courses & Events

 

When ordering directly from us instead of somewhere like Amazon, you should know that only $7 of the cost goes to the publisher, Hops Press, whereas the other $8 is able to help support the continued restoration of the Animá Botanical Sanctuary and our Medicine Woman herbal and lifeways school!

Be sure to tell us the name of the person you would like it signed to, and a little about you or them!

Finally, you likely understand the degree to which we depend on people like you to spread the word about “I’m a Medicine Woman Too!” and its message of personal empowerment to others who might benefit and enjoy.  If you know of any independent book stores or herb shops that might want to carry it, please take a minute to show them your copy and suggest they contact Hops Press directly for wholesale quantities.  And when emailing your friends about it or posting on forums and blogs, kindly include our Medicine Woman Too website address: www.medicinewomantoo.com  The site includes excerpts and more art samples as well as PayPal buttons for easy ordering of your signed copies.

We sure appreciate you interest and help, and Rhiannon as well as all of us would indeed LOVE to hear you impressions of this book and how it affects you, as well as any reactions or responses from its younger readers.

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The Author & Illustrator

Jesse Wolf Hardin is the author of 7 books and over 500 published articles, a teacher of Animá nature-inspired practice and cofounder of the Animá Medicine Woman tradition.  He and his partners offer empowering online courses, as well as counsel and healing consultations, retreats and Summer events at their botanical sanctuary in the enchanted wildlands of Southwest New Mexico.  His work has been praised by luminaries from Gary Snyder, Paul Winter, Edward Abbey and Joanna Macy to Terry Tempest Williams.

“Wolf’s work helps us to see the world as whole – even holy.” 
–Terry Tempest Williams

    “My initial inspiration,” the author writes, “included not only my daughter Rhiannon, but all those kids who from an early age seem inclined towards self exploration, challenge and growth, sometimes longing for meaning and a special purpose as much as they desire fun and love.  This includes the fortunate daughters of herbalists and healers, looking for affirmation, positive archetypes and strong women models to look up to…. as well as all the other little girls who seem called to tend and heal, or who feel drawn to the amazing ways of nature and intimate company of plants.  It was halfway through putting this book together that I realized I was actually doing it for every child including little boys – and indeed every person regardless of their years on the planet – who might be able to benefit from it’s core theme: learning to believe in ourselves enough to dare to live our dreams.”

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“I felt the voice of the Earth Mother herself speak from the pages of I’m A Medicine Woman Too!. The sense of presence and higher awareness will benefit younger and those with accumulated years as well. A fine offering to raise consciousness!”
-Margi Flint AHG HM, author of The Practicing Herbalist

    “A book thoroughly enjoyed by both myself and my little boys, I’m a Medicine Woman, Too! entices us not to look to others for ourselves, but rather to go within and bring out what we are, and know in doing so that we give the world around us what it needs.  That such an important insight is accompanied by such beautiful images makes this book even more of a treasure.
-Jim McDonald, astute Herbalist and teacher

“I’m a Medicine Woman, Too! is full of wisdom, beauty and encouragement not only for young girls, but for people of all ages. The author’s exquisite illustrations quickly draw the reader in and cleverly teach about healing plants. A high recommend for empowering all medicine women!”
-Lesley Tierra, author of Healing with the Herbs of Life

    “This is just the kind of story I want my children hearing over and over – the kind of story that will help them grow into themselves with grace and beauty.”
-Kimberly Gallagher, M.Ed., CCH, LearningHerbs.com & HerbMentor.com

    “I’m a Medicine Woman, Too! is a wonderful book to connect children with herbal traditions.  The story role-models an ethic of healing and caring for other people and honoring our elders.  The delightful illustrations touch the reader at an emotional level, compelling us to become healers too.”
-Thomas J. Elpel, author of Botany in a Day and Shanleya’s Quest

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I’m a Medicine Woman, Too!
by Jesse Wolf Hardin
© Hops Press 2009, 8.5×11” Hardcover, 48 pages
35 Full Color Illustrations  ISBN 978-1-892784-31-5

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Jun 26 2009

Teachers & Seekers: Opening Up to Being Taught, and Awakening to the Fact That We All Have a Role to Teach

Teachers & Seekers:

Opening Up to Being Taught, and Awakening to the Fact That We All Have a Role to Teach

 

By Jesse Wolf Hardin

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When I was a very young child my mother told me what a little teacher I was, somehow showing adults how to look at things in new ways in spite of my obvious lack of experience on this planet.  I didn’t fit in at school and never felt like I had any close friends, yet when my fellow students had something deep or vulnerable to share, a poignant and debilitating fear to deal with, a nagging question to be explored or important choice to make, they would search me out for insight and advice.  Forty years later, it is as a teacher that I am most known, even more than as a historian in spite of my many writings on the subject, more than as an accomplished artist, lover or land restorationist, outlaw primitivist provider or admittedly wild-eyed activist shaking the pillars of an unjust and ecocidal power system.  And I accept the role of teacher as a primary responsibility… not because humans are more deserving of my attention than art or wildlife, but because of the fact that it’s people’s adopted ignorance, dearth of self-knowledge and self-love, degree of unclarity and depth of insecurity that are most impacting the health and integrity of the entire planet and everything on it large and small.

The rewards I get from this are huge.  Just as I take great satisfaction from seeing this canyon flourishing with a forest of wildness I myself planted, so too am I made content by the expression of gratitude from folks that I have inspired assisted, instructed, guided, empowered and supported.  There is little that could be more touching, than for my partners and I to regularly hear from our students, clients and readers that “you have changed my life,” or that “thanks to you, for the first time I feel wholly, completely alive!”

As much we appreciate the credit and feed on the gratitude, sometimes I find the only way I can help is by allowing someone to act as if they had come upon the insight on their own, independent of my orchestrated assist.  And there are a few others (usually male) that I cannot seem to get through to at all, their boundaries so practiced, identities so fragile and thus resistance so great that I am unable to penetrate.  Of these relatively few disappointments, there have been some who have denied and decried the very concept of teachers and teaching.  Usually these have been politically correct egalitarians with a need to feel that everybody is not only equal but in possession of equal amounts of knowledge, experience or insight to share.

It is actually a core tenet of the Animá practice we teach, that we are all teachers of a sort, responsible for our effect on the larger living world.  It would nonetheless be a mistake to downplay the importance of wizened human mentors and other (including plant and animal) instructors and inspiriteurs.  There are no true “solitaries,” only those unaware of their teachers, or who have yet to meet and align with their allies on their path.  If the fact of ecology and the dynamics of spirit and magic tell us anything, it is that we are inextricably interconnected and fully interdependent, and that none of us really “get it on our own.”  Almost every correct conclusion or healthy choice has benefited from the examples and wisdom of other people, of the generations who came before and evocative more-than-human nature.  And even when we hear truth from our hearts, we are speaking from and for the needs and will of the entire sacred planet we are a part of.  Even our instincts are handed down, palm to paw to hand, from distant primal ancestors, the result of hundred of thousands of years of challenge and mistake, opportunity and fear, elation and pain, persistence and reward.  Insight, revelation and even seemingly extrasensory perception all draw from and are informed by a reservoir of accumulative memory, pattern and association.

All of us human recipients and repositories are also designed to be vehicles and transmitters, with the capacity to be conscious instructors and role models.  On the other hand, only a small percentage of those who have an impact on other’s lives, are by nature equipped for and devoted to teaching others, and who thus become defined first and foremost as teachers.  The depth and integrity of knowledge, breadth of experience and enthusiasm for passing on their lessons and gifts is what distinguishes and defines such teachers.  For these relatively few, it feels not only personally satisfying but somehow essential that they pass on their lessons and gifts, just as true artists – those essentially defined and completely dedicated to creativity – not only construct occasional expressions of beauty but actually live and breathe art… and just as true leaders are those naturally committed to doing the crucial work of moving forward regardless of the costs and rewards, not feeling fulfilled until certain they have left sufficient blazed trails for others to follow.

From the time I ran away from military school as a young pup, I searched high and low for those individuals who might be able to best teach me, or inspire me by daring example, in the ways of being real and purposeful in a culture of artifice and distraction.  Some, like the revered philosopher Alan Watts, did indeed offer words that were like brilliant stars to navigate my life by.  I was encouraged by the audacious authenticity of Ken Kesey, and the ways of the traditionalist Native American elders that I hung out with.  The primary author of The Great Cosmic Mother, Barbara Mor provoked me to go beyond the simplicity of black and white and into the world of layers and twists.  Experiences with others – indigenous shamans and control-freak charismatics alike – taught me about the human absurdities, contradictions and failings of even the most brilliant of our kind.  I learned that we should give thanks to every influence whether flawed or not, just as we are grateful for every mistake we learn from and every poignant test that we survive.

To the degree that we in this culture have come to disrespect or feel leery of leaders and luminaries, elders and teachers, it is the result of witnessing or hearing about people from politicians to gurus who practice “power over,” whose insecurities result in their coveting rather than inspiring and engendering power in others.  Such people tend to claim that they have exclusive knowledge and abilities unavailable to their students no matter how much they might study and practice.  They fear they would lose their following, and thus their identity, if they were to teach that others have the capacity and responsibility to learn and then make important choices themselves, and the means with which to grow and to know.

My partners and I are here to help awaken and embolden the teacher within everyone who works with us.  We will neither force nor allow anyone to become a dependent.  Every session I hold, every line I write, is meant to be a full class from which you the seeker or reader graduate, and with which you are then impelled to act.  The work of the Animá Center is to aid others in the honest realization of their individual medicine ways, to help lead you to the lessons of dynamic nature, the place of both knowing and doing where truth and purpose reign.

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Sidebar: Teachers & Seekers

The following lines from my book The Way Of Animá, are like all of my knowings, the result of a great listening.  You could think of them as Gaian Sutras, passed from the inspirited all-knowing whole to this wordsmith in moments of confusion or need, insights and aphorisms that cut to the chase, practicable tools for clarification and choice that beg to be embodied, implemented and lived:

• This inspirited planet we are extensions of, is our original teacher.  Thus one of the first steps in becoming an effective teacher ourselves, is to become a lifelong student of the natural world.

• Every exchange of information is an alliance of purpose, between that which expresses, and that which hears.  That purpose is not only the education of the individual, but also the informing of the earthen whole… to our mutual and collective benefit.

•  All things have something to teach us.  All things capable of learning, are students.  All students of life, have learned lessons they can then share with the world.

• Seek what is true, and then honor what is found.  It is always as close and connected as our hand, as expansive and complete as this ever unfolding universe.

• A seeker becomes a teacher whenever she or he shares the truths they’ve found with others.  At the same time, no viable teacher ever quits being a seeker.

• The purpose of the teacher is to point to phenomena, reveal connection, heighten
awareness, and encourage engagement and depth.  To nurture the seeker’s compassion, and affirm their intrinsic beauty, practiced skills and developing love.  To encourage healthy skepticism, expose harmful untruths and help eliminate self serving lies.  To instigate response and direct action, inspire service and purpose, and foster fulfillment.

• The most conscious, experienced or innovative of human teachers are more the vehicles for practical and spiritual truths than they are their source.

• A teacher does not explain mysteries, so much as illuminate and acknowledge them.

• Anything we learn from, is a teacher.  Thus to resist the idea of teachers is to deny that we have anything to learn.

• The problem is not so much that we have a hard time trusting the sources of truth, but that we are sometimes unwilling to give up those ideas that we wish were true.

• Teaching is a joint accomplishment.

• For seekers to fully “own” their abilities, accomplishments and purpose, they must personally and willingly pay the cost… and learn to take credit for having done so.

• Once we know that everything we are and do affects those around us, we become partly responsible for what effects we have.

• For ideas to affect the world, they must first be translated into action.  For these reasons, a good teacher makes sure the student is in touch with her feelings — and that she feels empowered to act on them.

• Likewise, the best teachers will strive to be catalysts — and never a surrogate – for the student or seeker’s direct experience and personal revelations.  Such teachers will direct focus away from themselves and, instead, in the direction of that which they have been fortunate to see.  Rather than imposing definition or interpretation, a teacher leads or excites us in the direction of meaning.

• The teacher’s purpose is not to criticize or judge, but to awaken, alert, inform, unsettle, positively correct, inspire, encourage and applaud.  At the same time, it is as important for a teacher to capitalize on a student’s challenges as on their abilities, as crucial to point out any illusions as it is to point to the truth.

• Not all lessons or gifts are accepted, fewer are understood, and fewer still are really put to use.  Thus a student must open to new lessons without any expectations.  And a teacher would best share her or his vital lessons without expecting anything in return.

• An Animá teacher plants the seeds of awareness and empowerment that he or she were themselves given… and with no certainty of results.  They water them with tears.  Feed them with their hopes.  Anoint them with their heartfelt prayers.  Support them with honesty and affirmation.  And embolden them their cheer.

(Please copy, forward and post this piece on appropriate forums)

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Jun 24 2009

Monsoons, Canyon Updates & Wild Mint Pesto - by Loba

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It’s another glorious morning, the fresh rain soaked earth making the canyon smell so sweet! The datura blossoms have been gaining in number every day, and this morning ten perfect blooms add their sweet potent aroma to the morning’s intoxicating mix! The light on the canyon cliffs is always of a special quality just after a rain, and this morning it’s hard to tear myself away from the beauty long enough to write!

Yesterday we went on a marvelous walk up the dry wash as it weaves into the mountain, overcast enough to stay cool and make for perfect lighting for pictures.  Kiva took over 100 photos of us and the plants found there.  I wish I had gotten a good one of her too, in all her plant-gathering glory, but I have a heck of a time with machines like cameras!  Anyway, we gathered more monarda than ever in a single picking, plus some skullcap, and we returned with our African gathering basket heaped to the brim.  Kiva spent the afternoon taking care of the plants, and still managed to reply to one student’s course work before going to bed!

Then, last night was the first really big thunderstorm, the level of pounding rain and wild winds that usher in the start of our monsoon season.  Tara and Christine, here from Texas, recently left in the lovely light of dawn, after six days of retreat and a fire vigil for Tara. It was a powerful time for both of them, ending with walks downriver and counsel for each of them with Wolf and Kiva. It was so special and heartening to see Tara again, a year after her first retreat here. She’s been through many changes in a short time, and feels stronger in her self and purpose than ever. Yay for you Tara! She spoke to me about how vital it was to her to recommit to her studentship with Kiva, and how much that’s helped provide grounding and clarity for her in her daily life. She works as a therapist and is searching for ways to make her work with women be more authentic to her needs and inspirations as well as more available to women with low incomes. Kiva suggested to her some networking ideas in counsel and we’re all excited to see the results! It was wonderful to meet her dear friend and adopted sister Christine, who bravely faced her self in unexpected ways in her time here. What a blessing to hear her speak of the power of the canyon, and how it has showed her how much deeper she can go in her relationship with self and nature! Hope we will see both of you again soon, sweeties, and that you stay in touch, and stay committed to your powerful connections and paths of growth! Tara asked me for recipes from some of the meals she enjoyed while here, so you all can look forward to me posting them soon! I sure had fun cooking for their very appreciative selves!

Another dear new guest that just left was Becky from Silver City, who just moved here after 20 years of living in  Atlanta, Georgia. Becky’s husband found us on the internet and suggested that she check us out, and she connected very much with the many writings she read on the website. It’s always great when folks take the time to read so much of what we’re about before they even get here! Becky came wanting solitude and to do a Level One quest, which she immersed herself in completely. She told me the whole experience gave her far more than she expected, and she expects it will take some time for it all to sink in. We all felt very blessed by the depth of her gratitude and her strong intent. And again, what a joy it is to feed and tend such embodied bliss!

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The canyon is exploding with GREEN!! So strange for June, which is typically far more hot and dry. I keep waiting for the heat to feel oppressive. It’s funny that as uncomfortable that “I gotta get to the river NOW” feeling can be, I also kind of miss it, just like I miss the intense cold and snow when we don’t have what feels like a “real winter”. But I have to admit, the weather has been delightful! It’s been so great to be able to use my woodstove every morning without feeling like I’m going to melt! Been doing lots of cooking every morning, so that in the afernoon I’, mostly just warming things up on the little propane stove that I love! Been SO loving my amazing new HUGE kitchen!!!!! Danny will be coming down very soon to make more shelves, and soon we will do the counters!We’ve been harvesting loads of fresh wild greens every single day.  A typical day, we have some sauteed lamb’s quarters and/or dock with onions and eggs for brunch, a watercress salad with our supper, and either some kind of soup or other dish with nettles in it for supper, or something that we stuff into grape leaves! What joy! Besides the monarda pictured here, Kiva and Rhiannon have been bringing me a whole bunch of other stuff. Especially exciting was all the wild mint and clover, and I made yet another batch of pesto to add to the bee balm and clover pestos already in the cooler, soon to be stashed in the freezer that Marc gave us and a friend keeps plugged in for us in town! We discovered that wild mint-clover pesto makes an incredible salad dressing, and a dip for roasted beets, and that it’s also amazing with red chile sauce! I’ll share the salad dressing here. Try your own variations– it also works great with a traditional basil pesto! Look in a past blog to find the wild greens pesto recipe, if you’re wanting to be extra adventurous. I used about three parts mint to one part clover in this batch.

Wild Mint Pesto Dressing with Feta

3 tablespoons wild mint pesto (or substitute basil or other pesto)
2 tablesppons balsamic vinegar
5 tablespoons freshly squeezed orange juice (if it tastes very tart, add a bit of maple syrup)
2-3 tablespoons goat feta cheese (or any other kind of feta or creamy goat cheese)
salt and lots of freshly ground pepper, to taste

We had this dressing on some beets that I roasted in the firepit the morning after Corey’s medicine sweat. It was so fun burying the beets, wrapped in foil, in the hot coals! I also roasted some yams and onions. Pretty neat that the onions already have the perfect wrapping to withstand the heat, they came out so sweet and yummy! What joy to go down to the river with a metal bucket later that afternoon, and to dig out the perfectly cooked root veggies, and then take them back up the hill in a bucket! Funny, just something about putting our supper in a bucket and carrying it up from the river really tickled me! I couldn’t resist picking some watercress, and some perfect grape leaves I passed on the way back, and they all looked so pretty with everything else! And the watercress was soooo good with the dressing and the beets, tossed together and wrapped in grape leaves as we ate!

loba-basket.jpgI know that the way this blog program works, that not all of you go back to earlier posts and read the comments added there. I wish they could be seen on the main digest page, but you have to click on the individual post to see the inspiring and touching responses of our reader community, to add your own or read our further replies.  As but a single example, you’ll find below this post a copy of a recent exchange with reader Juni. Like most of what comes out, this has seeds of heart and wisdom that many others could benefit from besides the person it was first meant for!

Below this exchange, you’ll also find the latest blog post from Rhiannon, who is is only a month away from turning 9. You’ve see how she is growing in the way she writes, and how well she writes! She loves your replies as you know, so feel encouraged to click on the comments section there.

I love this last photo so much, another Kiva pic of me as we make our way back down the wash to the cabins.  It reminds me of a painting from a different time, but then again, the Anima teaches us that the most enchanted possible time is always now!

Wishing you all inspiring adventures, hungry bellies that are filled joyfully, and all the sensual blessings of the season!! And of course, a big heaping of LOVE!!!
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Love, Loba

(all photos (c)2009 by Kiva Rose Hardin)

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Jun 24 2009

Finding Our Way (from blog comment dialogue)

Wolf - your message to Tara about the frozen-in-fear deer is all too true, yet harder than we ever realize to break out of.

Not only your message but those incredibly beautiful and insightful ones by Kiva Rose and Loba bring tears to my eyes every time I read them ~ I print them out at the library, store them, read and re-read and gather sustenance. You really must compile a book of all your articles!  I have come to find Anima so recently and was immediately spellbound, barely even 9 months or less, and regret that I didn’t have this incredibly sane and sage advice when I was at the threshold of life in my 20s — years of wasted actions and floundering.   Being a baby boomer female I was a hippie at heart but lived some wild decades while being a loner by nature and never quite fit into any slot; always enjoying the intellectual exchanges of city people yet finding the simple, perhaps “trashy” country folk more comforting and approachable - not being judged nor being defined by what one does for a living.

The Animá Center provides that refuge for those of us who long to find their meaning in life ~ please write more articles for those of us who are STILL wondering what they will be when they grow up ~ is it possible to never know one’s purpose?  How can one even take an action step when the direction or purpose is totally blank?

Also is there any advice for someone who’s environment and climate is the most influential factor of loving where they are?

Perhaps you have already written an essay on this topic, if so please direct me.  Any advice on what your family/tribe’s spiritual path and source of energy is would be so appreciated.  At least I have a supportive husband but this anguishing search is a solitary one!

Keep up this great Work, all of you!
In peace and gratitude,
Juni

Dear Juni

We all appreciated this comment, and it can’t go unacknowledged.  If our touches you deeply enough to earn a tear, then all the time and love that goes into this has flowered and fruited.

Much of my work is already found in available books which we would be happy to send you (see the books page of the website for complete titles).  Those that are not in completed book form now or yet, can be sent digitally for computer viewing or printing out.  The best and newest work is all going into the Book of Animá, which I can only hope will become an available tool for every deeply feeling and increasingly uncompromised seeker.  To be there for any 20 year old, and perhaps spare them some distractions and limiting habits, would be wonderful.  But to affirm, inspire and empower someone like yourself is no less important.  At any age, every moment is beginning from which we will never go back, endless possibilities and scary but wondrous choices that are always ours alone to make.  What you will be when you “grow up,” is what you consciously and purposefully do right now.  Do what your hear implores and your world seems to need.  Like the child’s search and find game of “warmer, warmer,” continually adjust your course towards what feels most helpful and healthful.  When it feels “cold,” distracting, disempowering, soulless, move away from it… and in this way find you are ever more on the path of your wholeness and wholest giving.  Purpose is not a destination, it is a process that is never complete yet always fulfilling.  I hope this helps.

For more about the path we teach, turn to our writings page on the website, search the past blog articles in the archives there, and request our books as appropriate.  And for the deepest understanding of yourself, we recommend a commitment to completing the studies and practices in the Animá Correspondence Courses.  The energy we run on is the same resource you do or will tap, from the inspirited living earth we are extensions of and the powers and memories stored and drawn from there.  And besides the energy and inspiration, it is the passion that makes us insistent and driven, passion fueled by both discomforting awareness and overwhelming love.

Now is always the time.  Do not let self doubt or hesitation keep you from your magical dance, your ever evolving calling, your fullest satisfaction.

Blessings from us all,
Wolf & Family

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Jun 24 2009

Rhiannon’s Blog

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Rain and more rain!:It has been rainy most afternoons lately, which is strange cause monsoons don’t usually start until July or late August. It’s very nice though, with how hot its been.  Thunder and lightning! My swimming lessons are improving I try to swim by my self or with Mama Loba everyday in the beaver pond.  Papa has been taking me too, and I love how he throws me in the air!  I can hold my nose now and go underwater which was always kind of scary for me even though I’m a otter!

Our Book!:

We got copies of the hard bound version of our book “I’m A Medicine Woman Too!” and I hope you all will want one!  Papa drew a special wonderful new picture of Mama Kiva and I and will be giving away a free color picture for framing with every book ordered!  And we are BOTH going to sign every book we send you! Please tell people all about it okay???

Lots of fun and feasts!:

A few days ago we had a huge feast! It was really fun helping Mama Loba get the preparations ready, I was in the bus reading when she started “Come help me fuss” was what she said and I’m glad I did cause I had a lot of fun helping. We put a big pretty carpet on the floor which we always use for lace parties. We hung up some pretty white lacy things here and there, and made every thing look very nice. We ate a  crawdad I had caught and cheese, posole, lentils, nettles, bread, lemon, garlic, olives, mint lemon water, fizzy water, and of course butter there’s other things I think but that’s a lot of it. Yesterday we made sushi, tamari sauce and and another sauce that was a little like chutney, and some wasabi. It doesn’t sound like much but it really was quite a filling meal.

Herbs!:

I’m going to sell horehound syrup and cherry syrup soon! I am gathering up money for my future house. :) I’m going to get a piggy bank sometime soon. I’m very excited. On my alone time I go gather plants for the vinegars and syrups, then when I get back process it and make in to vinegar or syrup. I’m willing to sell syrup or vinegar to anyone who wants some, when I get the time. Mama Kiva’s working on a web page so that hopefully I can sell it online.

School!:

I want to thank Mama Loba for how much time and effort she puts into my school every morning.  Sometimes I don’t make it so easy on her!  I love ALL the learning except for math and I really don’t think I am every going to like doing that!  I can type on the computer without looking at my fingers now, and I’m glad Papa made me do it that way because its so much faster!  We are having a hard time finding good books for me for school for fun even.  The cerricula we bought has really dorky ideas in the history and science sections so we are really hoping to find some about those things. The last novels I really liked Midwife’s Apprentice and also Porcupine Year by Louise Eldrich. My alltime favorites are still Wise Child and Juniper.  Our Resolute will be coming to see us during the shaman gathering and she always helps me with math and things too.

Birds and Fun!:

I got to play with a little girl named Ella, I have sooo much fun with her she’s a very good friend and I hope to play again with her soon. We have a lot of fun doing games and having walks. A phoebe has made its nest on the porch of the river lodge (or gifting lodge.) Me and Mama Loba heard the babies chirping in the nest so we stood on the tallest rock we could and stood on tippy toe so we could see but it was so high! Meanwhile the mother was geting worried so we left. Later I found a way to climb up the wall and I had almost gotten to the nest when the mother flew at me she could have pecked my head off! but she didn’t, though probably would have if I’d gone any farther. Her wings made a strange clackety sound at the same time it started me so much I nearly fell off the wall. Now I think I ‘ve learned my lesson  for even though there little mother birds are not always to be taken lightly. We also have a wren that has made her nest in are house! She also made eggs and not that long ago two of them hatched. Now the funny thing when I first saw the new born babies I thought they were nuts! and its true they were very small and dark, but then I noticed that on was moving a bit nut moving I was very confused then a few minuets after that I relized they were the babies not nuts! I couldn’t help naming them so we named them Loona and Numair and the mother was named Reina. It is very nice to have wrens in our house we are very blessed. I often go put nuts, seeds, or berries by the nest and when I come and look there gone! I often go look at the babies too. If the other eggs hatch I’m going to name Clara and Nawat.

I hope everyone enjoys and reads this blogpost. Including Marc, Ella’s father.  It’s sunny this morning and I can’t wait to get outside. Goodby for now!

Love, Rhiannon

(photo of Rhiannon (c)2009 by Kiva Rose Hardin)

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Jun 19 2009

Fathers’ Day, Every Day - by Jesse Wolf Hardin

Fathers Day, Every Day

 by Jesse Wolf Hardin

www.animacenter.org

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Happy Fathers Day, we wish to every man who has helped create a life and then done what he could do tend and bless their precious children.  And to those of us who have both seeded the field, and gathered close to our hearts the wild sprouts.  “I love you, Papa!,” our soon to be 9 year old Rhiannon tells me, with enthusiasm, several times a day… making every date this father’s happy day.

I know it is not the same for everyone.  There is terrible number of dads who mentally or sexually abuse their kids, or who simply take away their choices and try to control their very lives.  While that needs to be addressed and dealt with in order to move on, the fact of such unfatherly behavior also makes it more incumbent on us to acknowledge those fathers – ours or those that we know – who instead protect and tend nurture and empower their onetime charges.  I know it makes me all the more grateful to have had a dad who, while he didn’t have much of a clue as to what I was about, nevertheless lovingly supported me through every phase and whim, struggle and fall, who encouraged me to live my dream even if he in some ways had not.

I know that I’ll never forget my now deceased Papa, nor how he quietly gave his all to me and Mom.  I can still picture him reaching to get the candy off the top of the refrigerator where she would put it out of reach of their pesky little rug rat, as well as the image of him waiting patiently when I impatiently left him for the better fishing holes on the far side of the bass pond.  And it’s more than a matter of simple recall.  Since his death, I’ve been able to feel the many ways in which I am as him.  His worrying about his kid has become my way of worrying, and the pleasure he found in family is now my source of happiness as well.  My hands have started to look like his once did, mine kept busy typing magazine articles and planting willow trees while his maneuvered a Forschner butcher knife through many sides of gourmet beef.  Some days I can feel the soreness that was his shoulders, from those glad and proud burdens the man once bore.  The teens of every generation do what they can to prove how different they are from their parents, but for better or for worse, a gal looking in the mirror likely faces a reflection of her mother… and in time most boys will come to see a degree of their fathers in themselves.

Once a year American families set aside a day to honor the dads in their lives with cards and sentiments that warm us to the core, or at least a Hallmark tip of the hat.  But then in another way, every day really is a fathers’ day: a day to kiss his kids good morning, and make sure they’re tucked in at night.  To guide and reassure them when they screw up, and teach them the importance of doing what they fell in their own hearts is right.  Making sure that when the school bell rings their little darlings aren’t late, and doing his part to ensure there’s plenty of healthy food to fill their dinner plates.  Knowing when to hold them close, and when to give them rein to risk and learn.  Joining with a beloved spouse, in building an Old West fort or a dreamy little girl’s fairy goddess playhouse.

As every day of the year is a day for some of us to fulfill the role of a father, so is each of them an opportunity to acknowledge, share moments with, love and honor our own dads, and also any other dads we know who are giving to their kids the best of their hearts, their wisdom, their time and life.  I’ve come to think of myself and these others as “founding fathers”: guys who found what it’s like to help bring life into the world, and how much is involved in taking care of a child once they have one.  Fellows who have found themselves running to change diapers, as well as running short of change.  Men who have found what it means to be responsible fathers, no less affectionate and willing to listen than a loving mother.  Dads and granddads who have found the meaning of life, of contentment and joy, in the priceless love of a little girl or boy.

My little Rhiannon brought tears to my eyes this year, bringing me a hand drawn card a full three days early.  It means all the more to me, since I’m not her biological source, but in every way feel and accept the responsibilities of being her father.  I want to be proof that the love that counts most, is the love that stays.

The lovely card she made features an otter frolicking next to a river, since that playful but wise animal is the one that she relates to most.  When I opened it up I could see a wolf howling at the moon, her representation of me since that’s been my nickname since clear back to my Mt. Man Rendezvous and outlaw biker days.  “Thank you,” I tell her, for being closer to me that all others, “my precious otter daughter.”

“I love you sooooooo much,” she wrote on the card, with more o’s than we can spare room for here, “I’m so glad to have a Papa like you!”  And I hope that every single day of the year can be as happy a Father’s Day for all you other fellows, too.

(Please copy and share this article with others… thank you)

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Jun 17 2009

Canyon in Bloom: Updates & A Botanical Stroll

Greetings everyone.  We are fully into the busy season for guests, with two women here into the weekend, and a deeply feeling Becky having just arrived for a level one quest.  I completed my newspaper articles ahead of time this week, as there are several magazine deadlines coming up at the first of the month.  Kiva has been sending back lots of online course responses, but I have postponed replies to my students until after the Shaman Path Intensive on July 4th weekend.  Of all the seemingly vital projects, I am feeling extra anxious to write the essay and curricula for the Shaman Path “Awareness” lesson, something that has never been covered from our particular nature-informed perspective.

We’ve received advance copies of the hardbound version of my “I’m a Medicine Woman Too!” book, and it looks even better than we imagined.  Thank you Thomas Elpel and Hops Press!  Kiva is completing a special website just for its promotion and sales, and we will post a new announcement for it here as soon as we are ready to fill orders.  To compete with the discount sellers of this title, all copies directly from us will be signed by Rhiannon and I.  In addition, we will include a signed, numbered, limited edition Medicine Woman color art print that you will get to see a preview of here first.

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For a break the other day, I took the camera out for a study of the plants blossoming from the early June rains.  I started with the Sage growing in our garden, a European immigrant that – like us – has rooted and adapted long enough to this continent to earn a degree of native status.  Its petal shapes fascinated me, held me rapt as I caught them straight forward at first, then backlit with the last rays of the sun illuminating them as if from within.

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I was drawn next to the new growth on the Snakeweed contrasting against a red volcanic rock, and then to a composition of flowering vervain below a flourish of Silverleaf Nightshade.

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A nearby Bladderpodc caught my eye with its bright yellow blossoms and swollen pods, and then the budding Beeweed which I caught from straight on first, and then shot from directly above for a trippy Beeweed Mandala effect.

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For those of you with fathers deserving of recognition, or who know of fathers who do, on Friday I will be posting a short essay reflecting on the subject of fatherhood that you may want to share with them: Fathers’ Day Every Day.  It was inspired by the card Rhiannon made me, and all the thoughts and feelings it brought up.

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To all of you, have a wonderful weekend.  And even if you have nothing else to commemorate or celebrate, celebrate the truth of your being and the great beauty and challenge of life.

-Wolf

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Jun 14 2009

Poem: Morning River (Within Walking Distance) - by Kiva Rose

Intro: When we first met Kiva, “Poet” was one of the roles or identities that she identified with most.  She wrote for herself first, as every poet must, but the revealing honesty and excruciating intensity burned, blew, rooted and grew with a message for everyone.  That poetry is generally such an under-appreciated form of literature anymore, is a sad statement on our kind… for the poem is beauteous, heartful, dancing truth stripped of all else.  And of all the poets and poems written, I know of none better than those of our own scribe, Kiva.   -Wolf

Morning River

(Within Walking Distance)

by Kiva Rose Hardin

(www.animacenter.org)

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With the ground warm
and wet underfoot
I unfurl myself
into the morning -
a fern frond unwinding
from the earth,
hair loose and
catching in the junipers
as I stretch my face
out towards
sky and the sweet
blossom smell
of seven o’clock
in the mountains

everything worth having
is within walking distance -
dirt under my toes,
leaves and bark
brushing my face,
and my love’s fingers
reaching out in sleep to
curl against my calf

and always -
always the song
of the rushing river
rising from below

everything I love
I hold close to me -
my daughter dancing
wild and sleepy-eyed
at first light,
forest creatures
walking past my bed
late at night,
the taste of berries
sweet and tart
and jewel red,
blooming reckless
against my tongue

I hold it close -
I press it against my lips,
and in the morning
I walk to the river,
step into the current
with a rustling of leaves
-breath, birdsong-
and close the distance
between myself
and everything
I have ever loved

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