A beautiful day to you! This monsoon morning it is misty damp, and the whole canyon sings with the memory of rain, blessed, beautiful rain!! How Rhiannon and I rejoiced as we transferred our first buckets of the season, running to and fro, soaked to the skin! Just in time, too, as our barrels were getting quite low.
Kiva drove us all out to the nearby Black River recently, what a lovely day we had together! Even with Rhiannon getting so grown up, what a blessing that she still loves to be tossed around in the water by all three of us, and enjoys splashing around. We harvested rose petals that were still in bloom, and a few spruce tips. We had a delightful picnic, too, with grape leaves, olive paste and homemade crackers, deviled eggs, and leftover pie! But thankfully we didn’t eat too much to dissuade us from going out to the Bear Wallow Cafe for fish & chips (and Mexican beers for me & Kiva ☺)
Our last homestead helper, Jason, did a ton of work getting brush cleared out in the three weeks he was here, and very much enjoyed learning some things about bread and woodstove cooking I love it when people can be so open minded and willing to learn and experience new things! Thanks to you Jason, for all your willingness, hard work, and needed help!
The Bee-Plant has shot up so fast, even before any rain, and I’ve been harvesting many leaves, drying some and probably eating at least as much as I’m managing to preserve! I’m the only one in the family who really likes it, so it always feels like a sweet indulgence to spend time harvesting it, watching the amazing parade of bees and butterflies of all shapes and sizes, from flower to flower. My favorite butterfly is one I don’t yet know the name of. It may actually be a moth, I always forget what makes them different! But it’s an orangey brown color, with the most incredibly patterned wings, and the edges of the wings are so dramatically curvy that they tend to appear a little ragged from a distance, at least to me. This particular butterfly (or “flutterbye”, as I like to think of them, especially if I’m not sure if they’re a moth or not) seems to have a stronger attraction to humans than many other species, and whenever I see her in the woods (it’s almost always on a particular stretch of the woods on my walk to the river, strangely!) I always feel very, well, accompanied.
I’ve been reading lots of John Muir, and some of his wonderful letters to Mrs. Ezra Carr, and a wonderful cookbook Irene lent to me, the Nourished Kitchen, and a 30 year old Paul Prudhomme classic Wolf just got me, “The Louisiana Kitchen”. Kiva got us a fun little book on sushi which makes me want to go fishing!, and Pati Jinich’s very inspiring book, Patis’ Mexican Table, full of homey Mexican-American cooking by a woman raised in Mexico City. I’ve also been revisiting Magnus Nilsson’s amazing book about the restaurant Faviken, a favorite one now for at least a few years. This 30 something year old chef runs a crazy restaurant out in the middle of nowhere, in a Swedish forest, where he hunts and fishes and sources almost all of his food locally, and cooks in an old log structure that must be very hard to heat in the often -30 F days of their very long winters. It has all been further inspiration to get my own cookbook written, hundreds of recipes I developed over the years in this wild canyon home. It’s hard to know where to cut it off, as there always seems to be just one more recipe that I have to write and include! Plan on me covering whole foods of all kinds, organized by the season. I’ve lately been making lots of cold meals full of fresh wild & domestic produce, summertime pies and other fun treats (see pics!) and lots of wonderful yogurt from the abundant milk we’ve been getting from Helen James’ goats (our nearest neighbor, a full two miles and seven river crossings away).
Wolf made a great painting to decorate a thank you present we gave to our dear Trail Boss, and it was fun to be able to show our appreciation for all the ways he’s become indispensable around here over the years. We don’t know what we would’ve done without him, especially lately with other helpers being gone and it seems like everything has been having technical difficulties all at once! Rhiannon and I have been having way too much fun slurping watermelons and going for walks to the beaver dam and playing epic Scrabble games! She’s been really into the BBC “Robin Hood” DVD series lately, and has been cosplaying as Maid Marian in between looking quite a bit more goth with the blue anime wig Wolf gave her recently!
Still unable to get food frozen in the “green” chest freezer we traded for, partly because of the higher ambient temperatures this time of year, but maybe due to needing a high elevation gas orifice which Kiva hasn’t had time to research and figure out yet. Anybody have any ideas? The new SunFrost solar powered fridge is finally all hooked up and working great, however. I have my own panels separate from the office/den power now, on racks that Rhiannon and I swivel several times a day towards the shifting sun. I’ve been enjoying SO MUCH having a reliable way to keep our food cold, without having to deal with all the hassles of messy and fast melting ice from town! Yay for the new continuing improvements, really making my life easier!
I have more WWOOF homestead helpers due next month, it will be great to have the assistance and new company again. Still no one picked to manage things, take care of firewood and tend the land, fingers crossed that we will be able to trade a lifetime home in this paradise for the loyalties of the right person or people.
Wolf and Kiva have been crazy busy with projects that all have deadlines about now, including finishing the next 270 pages long Plant Healer Magazine due out Sept. 1st. Final preparations for the upcoming HerbFolk Gathering we host in Arizona in September. Finishing the event book for this year, in time for the printer to get it printed. Finishing a Class Notes & Essays book for the attendees. Posting on the Medicine Woman Roots blog. Planning a new online herbal course. Putting the final touches on their latest book “The Healing Terrain” (with all kinds of stories from and about this wild sanctuary), you will be able to order yourself a copy in September. And releasing the August issue of our free newsletter for herbalists (Click Here To Download).
Wolf and Kiva are also writing regular posts about medicinal plants, nature and homesteading on the popular Mother Earth News Blog. You can do a search for their writings there, if interested. We are hoping that this becomes a way to reach folks who have never heard of what we teach and offer before, inspiring them to take responsibility for the important healing of our selves and this planet.
We celebrated Kiva’s birthday recently with a beautiful homemade cake that we made together, and she decorated, and a chanterelle cheese pie (with chanterelles that Kiva special ordered– they were soo amazing!!), and homemade orange blossom ice cream, which was soo yummy! We made her some lovely drawings and other handmade things and had fun doing our best to spoil her all day long! We all
pitched in and bought her a banjo for her birthday, and it’s amazing how fast she’s been picking it up! I can’t wait to sing with her! A big part of the reason she wanted to learn banjo was as a gift to me, which is so very very sweet I can’t hardly stand it!
Kiva’s sister Missy has been visiting for the past few days, and we’ve really enjoyed her! Missy’s husband offered to take care of their kids while she flew into New Mexico and explored our wilderness home. It has been great to get to know a sibling of Kiva’s who also survived and learned to flourish after suffering an abusive childhood. Missy is healing, and growing, and planning to live and garden on some land. We can’t wait to see the drawings she is making for us!
The mornings and evenings have been soooo beautiful, all the monsoon clouds lighting up in so many gorgeous shades of orange and pink and purple. Rhiannon and I have gone on a few trips up and down the river harvesting nettles, grape leaves, and currants, and we try to get out before the morning sun gets hot. Soon we’ll go and get more grape leaves and field mint and clover, and after all that, it’ll be time to get the epazote, and maybe some wild olives.
For now, I’m busy grabbing as much time as possible each day to enjoy the clouds and the light, and the rain, and the bees and the precious butterflies. And when I can tear myself away from all of that, I’m dancing in the kitchen as I cook, baking outside in La Cocina (my second, open-air kitchen), and piecing together the cookbook, plus taking lots of food pictures, and counting my blessings, every single day! I hope you will take time to count yours as well.
Have a great late Summer season, until we talk again!
Our daughter Rhiannon’s 14th birthday was today, a celebration of fourteen years in the canyon and ten years of being a central part of this wild canyon and my also wild family. She and Elka made a beautiful mint and chocolate cake, and the party continues as I write this. While Elka sewed and applique wall hanging of Rapunzel letting down her impossibly long hair from the tower, and Kiva made her sensual herbal body products, I being the unconventional father prefer to give her presents on other days when she doesn’t expect it, with every day a reason to celebrate her life and love. I could not, however, resist surprising her here with a poster and tale fit for the occasion, featuring a photo of how she looks with me today, and other images of how she appeared shortly after she arrived. Rhiannon, marvelous devoted daughter and impressive fiction writer, is surely living the kind of fairytale that some know only from books. I have helped create other children, including sweet Rain that I only recently met for the first time. But with Rhiannon, I have finally had the chance – and the honor – to actually be present with her and a help to her as she grows. Hopefully an important boost to her personal narrative will be these heart felt wishes from myself below… along, of course, with any loving birthday wishes from all of you! –Wolf
Live Your Dream Now:
Setting An Example of Striving Instead of Resigning
by Jesse Wolf Hardin
Admittedly, it can prove unhealthy to stake one’s enjoyment and satisfaction on getting exactly what we want in life. Extreme examples of this could include finding no pleasure in a meal just because it didn’t come out perfect or lacked a coveted ingredient, if we’re miserable because we can’t be a famous singer even though we can’t hold a tune, or if we go decades without a loving partner simply because none meet some glorified image we’ve turned into an unattainable standard. It could cost us the food on our plates, to quit a boring but paying job to seek out a way to do what we love.
Far more prevalent and more insidious, however, is the human tendency to let a powerful dream die that might that have otherwise been realized… shortchanging a goal that might have been possible if only we believed sufficiently in its meaning and value, in ourselves, in the power of courageous impassioned effort and personal persistence, and in the magical alignment of circumstances that can result in the highly unlikely sometimes coming true. Far too often, we may find our greatest and longest lived dreams being dismissed by others as frivolous, impractical or out of reach. Judging by some of the reactions we get, you’d think that we’re supposed to be satisfied living lives that we neither dreamed of nor planned for, obeying rather than discerning and initiating, conforming in order to function as part of a machine, rationalizing our dissatisfaction, suppressing our wild desires and settling for less of what we need and desire most.
I can’t help but ache to this day, thinking about my own mother’s relentless desire to be an interior decorator, but never having the self confidence to act on it. I hurt, sensing the longing of all those who dearly wish they were someplace else, dreaming of opportunities in New York while failing to notice the pleasurable aspects of a Springfield or Tucson, or dreaming of settling in Alaska or Hawaii instead while thinking they’re settling for the state where they’re at. I am disquieted… by the quiet desperation of anyone who grew up hungering to be a writer or an artist, a dancer or a rodeo star and then opted for a safe career that actually holds no meaning for them. It’s sad when the impoverished fantasize about having electricity, so they can see at night to read. But it’s just as terrible when a person grows up wanting to live a life close to the land whether as field botanist or straw-hatted vegetable farmer, then ends up spending his or her adulthood commuting in a car, shuffling papers in an office or teaching plant curricula under a university’s flickering fluorescent lights.
What matters, is that whatever your most precious and significant dreams are, you keep them alive, doing all you can to bring them to fruition, feeding them, growing them, and most importantly living them! And this is true whether your dream is being a teacher or a researcher, a helpful healer or world changing revolutionary, a birth-tending midwife or family-tending housewife. Whether it involves soothing stillness or stimulating motion, traveling the wide world or leaning how to become a responsible native in a single special place. Remaking society, or devoted to making the most wondrous meals. It’s stultifying to slip into default mode, unquestioningly repeating old habits and patterns, meeting outside expectations without responding to inner wants, or an inner calling reflective of a larger purpose. There is more damage is done to one’s self and kids by resentful or unenthusiastic mothering than by turning children over for adoption, and every relationship we give to is improved as a result of our making sure our dreams are acted on instead of relegated or sacrificed for their sake. Little that’s inspired can be expected from jobs we stick with only because we were once trained for them. Yet at the same time, even the most uninspiring source of income can be devoted to enabling and funding our desires and dreams… if only we make it so!
It’s up to each generation to help the children to identify, define, develop, and then fully live their most meaningful dreams – those that define, excite and motivate them the most. We may not always share their hopes and aspirations, but we need to support their pursuit nonetheless. Some youngsters may want to finish college so they can qualify for a certain enticing career, others may end up leaving the university or the high paying job because they hunger for a simpler life back on the farm or ranch. Maybe their most fervent wish is to raise horses, work with the handicapped, or design gliders that soar effortlessly through the sky. But whatever it is they’re reaching out for, what helps most is to see the parents and adults around them stretching at the same time. We’re the best example for others not always when we’re doing the convenient or practical thing, but when we’re demonstrating the kind of determination it takes to really pursue a vision. We probably all wish the young’ns we know will be able to make their dreams come true… and one of the best ways we can help with that, is to show them that we’re fully given to our dreams, too.
Give yourself to that important cause that needs your dedication. Don’t let any obstacles stand in the way, push forward and watch for every opening. If you get fired from work, it could be the opportunity to create that innovative business you always wanted to. If they cut your hours, it’s more time to do the things you’ve so long been missing. It can require a failed relationship, for us to insist on a more healthy one the next time. Deep unhappiness with any aspect of our existence, can be our chance and our inspiration to change them. Being burdened with challenge, is our opportunity to insist and continue, persevere and prevail, exceed and excel. And it is the very difficulty and improbability of fulfilling our dreams that makes the our efforts in that direction so commendable, our results so prominent, and our satisfaction so profound.
Climb that mountain that you said you would one day. Pick up that musical instrument you hanker for, even if it might take years to get good at it. Move to that city you can’t stop thinking about. Go broke if you have to, buying and sailing that dream boat. Give your all to the difficult but purposeful task. Do what’s required to pay for and facilitate the projects and causes you most care about. Sign up for the important correspondence course that you’ve been afraid you don’t have enough time or talent for. Start that business or practice, organize that demonstration, stand up against that clear and grievous wrong. If you find yourself alone, hold out for a supportive mate. And however you envision your purpose – and whatever you imagine might bring you contentment – remember that it’s never too late.
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Intro: For the release of my partner Wolf Hardin’s newest book, Pancho Villa’s Motorcycle, I asked our friend Becca if she would interview him about it and its creation. The following first appeared in the locally loved Glenwood Gazette, and is excerpted for you here. Both this book and others of interest to rural folks, history lovers, outdoorsmen and women, can be found on the new website I made for him. –Kiva Rose
with Catron County Author
Jesse Wolf Hardin
Interviewed by Becca McTrauchle
Q) You write about events in this area in your book about the people and the firearms of the historic West, called Old Guns & Whispering Ghosts. Your novel The Medicine Bear takes place in Arizona’s White Mountains, the Gila forest, and Columbus, New Mexico in the early 1900s. Now we have your collection of short stories set in this area, Pancho Villa’s Motorcycle. You may be the most prolific writer hanging a hat in this area since Zane Grey. What inspires this obsession?
A) The region of Southwest New Mexico and Southeast Arizona has a unique flavor all of its own. When a person is likeably odd, standing out from the generic crowds of the day, and interesting in an exaggerated way, we might call them a “character”… well, this land here is not just the stage and backdrop to our mortal play, it is itself a character in a very similar way. It may look like other parts of the planet, but it feels different… with a rough edged authenticity, an almost magical or spiritual ambiance, and enough hardships and inconveniences to attract only the hard headed and self-reliant. It’s mix of Native American, Hispanic, and Anglo cowboy culture provides an increasingly rare example of the libertarian thinking, community spirit, and backwoods values that once characterized all the so-called Wild West. On the other hand, this area is emblematic of rural America in general, from the love of nature and wide open spaces to the determination to do things one’s own way. In Pancho Villa’s Motorcycle, I write about a countrified sensibility that family farmers in Maine and swamp-rooted Cajuns in Louisiana can relate to. And for my many city dwelling readers, the Western ethos in this book can be inspiration to live a more authentic, adventurous, enjoyable, honorable, purpose-driven, and even heroic life.
Q) What caused you to settle here, and how long ago?
A) I moved here from Taos in 1979. It’s been nearly 4 decades now, since I was vehicle-less and having to walk the 10 miles to Jakes’s Grocery for supplies. That’s over two-thirds of my life, enough time to be tempered, and tested, and time for the place to help sculpt me into what I am today. I arrived with a passionate love for the land, and over the decades I came to find many of the same qualities in its people. Whenever I celebrate wild animals, un-dammed rivers or western history, I am also celebrating every man or woman today who dares to be different, refuses to be bottled up and controlled, and stands up for what they believe is right.
Q) You write for a lot of different audiences it seems.
A) I want to reach and affect as many kinds of people as possible, and one does that by relating to folks through the ways that we share in common, and in the ways that each best understands. Important concepts like awareness, critical thinking, healthy wildness, our liberty, and taking personal responsibility can all be expressed in the language of gardening or in terms of balanced ecosystems, in the metaphors of attentive down-home cooking or using the example of riding a rodeo bull, good parenting or resisting a government’s injustices. For another thing, I am a complex person, and I’m not fairly represented unless I express my loving father, sensitive cook, and inner wrangler sides… as well as my commitments to land conservation, and my determined resistance to onerous government regulations and invasion of our privacy in the name of security
Of everything I’ve ever written, Pancho’s comes closest to me talking off the cuff, showing all sides of myself and all sides of the issues, uncensored, unguarded, and unrestrained. This is the “Straight Shot,” to quote the title of my first Catron County newspaper column. It hopefully features enough focus on sentiment, beauty and enchantment to make some crusty ol’ boys squirm, while equally discomforting any “politically correct” readers by my making fun of a trippy New Age visitor and extolling the logic of the .50 caliber rifle. Many of my friends and fellow residents consider this a simple case of telling it like it is, while my detractors at least have to concede that I am an equal opportunity offender!
Q) There’s 107 stories in Pancho Villa’s Motorcycle, about everything from the democratic system to Elfego Baca’s shootout, the wisdom of onetime local character Sammy Giron, and heirloom treadle sewing machines and the important mending of our lives and our communities. That’s quite a range of topics. So tell us how you decided on the title you did. Pancho really had a motorcycle?
A) The cover photograph shows Villa admiring a bike that he was being shown for the first time. While most comfortable astride a spirited horse, this famous revolutionary and ex-bandit was quick to accept the offer to take it for a spin. History does not tell us if he dumped it or not, though he certainly fell hard when he was ambushed and assassinated in his touring car not very many years later. Curiously enough, it was an Indian brand motorcycle, an interesting fact given Pancho’s Native American ancestry, and his raiders use of bows and arrows against the machine guns of the U.S. army when, in 1916, he ordered the first military invasion of this country since the War of 1812.
I think that this iconic cover photo evokes the twists in this region’s poignant history, the clash between technology and land-based lifestyles, between modernity and the old ways, between the fear and lies of our age and an ageless, honest, free, courageous, and plumb-enjoyable way of being.
As a personal aside, I can tell you that I owned some kind of motorcycle from the time I was 12 and riding a Tote-Gote mini-bike, including Harleys and a 1946 Indian Chief during my biker outlaw phase… symbols and tools of my independence. And yet I gladly sold my final motorcycle, a classic Triumph Bonneville 650, to my friend Tuffy Jones who co-managed Uncle Bill’s Bar in the village of Reserve… anything in order to make the semi-annual payments and hold on to my treasured home.
Q) What else is on the plate for you?
A) I have two more books coming out in the next year, first The Healing Terrain about sense of place, the importance of home, connecting to the land, gardening medicinal herbs, gathering wild foods and so on. And the second being Lawmen of The Old West Unmasked, exposing the real lives of some famous badge wearers like Billy The Kid’s murderer Pat Garrett, and Wyatt Earp, the con artist known in his day as the “fighting pimp.”… while bringing to light the deeds of some lesser known but truly admirable and heroic lawdogs including local characters Arizona’s Bucky O’Neil and Ranger Burt Mossman, and Reserve’s own icon of oversized huevos, Elfego Baca. Then maybe a book on the traveling Medicine Shows that provided health care and entertainment to the rural people of the 19th and early 20th centuries. And I’ll continue coediting Plant Healer Magazine, providing information on healthy herbs of all kinds and breaking our dependence on federal health care and often harmful pharmaceuticals. Herbalists have a few things in common with the finest of frontier men and women, in keeping tradition alive, and in taking risks to do good.
Q) Last question: I see that the illustrations for Pancho Villa’s Motorcycle include some of your drawings, photographs of old time Western movie actors, images of the region’s varied landscapes, and even a photo of the Men’s Room door of Uncle Bill’s Bar with its wonderful painting of a cowboy and his horse stopping to relieve themselves at the edge of the trail. Is there maybe some consistent theme that you planned?
A) You gotta be kidding! (smiles)
Q) OK, good enough! Thank you much!
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Championing the herbal and eco communities, answering email, producing a magazine and free newsletter, and creating events like this September’s HerbFolk Gathering all take a huge amount of Kiva’s and my time. A priority, too, is playing with young Rhiannon, finding and instructing our periodic on-site homestead helpers, hiking and exercising, soaking up the energy of this wild canyon and getting the rest that we need. Yet, somehow, we still need to find the hours in our long days to write new material, sharing our insights and experiences, the ideas, skills and tools that help others with their healing practices and fulfilling lives. This includes new articles for Plant Healer Magazine, as well as the books we have planned for you.
It is books, after all, which have the best chance of reaching and affecting people beyond our folk herbalist circle, and books that may still be found helpful by the generations to come. The 2014 Annuals are in progress as we speak, as is a second book of Herbalist interviews, a volume on old-time Medicine Shows and sellers, Kiva’s tome on constitutions, a collection of Plant Healer humor, and even a book featuring a treasury of articles from the first five years of the magazine… the latter planned to mark our upcoming 5th Anniversary! But there are none we feel is more important to the healing tribe than what we call the Trilogy. In combination, these three comprise much of what we consider to be the essentials for defining and embracing our purpose, optimizing our efforts, increasing our effects, and maximizing our enjoyment.
“We cannot discover ourselves without first discovering the universe, the earth, and the imperatives of our own being. Each of these has a creative power and a vision far beyond any rational thought or cultural creation of which we are capable.”
–Father Thomas Berry
As most of you know, first in the series is The Plant Healer’s Path (the foundations, including getting a healing education, picking a role and finding a niche, critical thinking, codes of honor, and personal empowerment). Second is the full color volume The Enchanted Healer (covering awakeness, awareness, heightened senses, shamanism and extrasensory perception, Gaia, plant spirit and communication, wonder and enchantment). And now comes the final piece to this journey of self-discovery… because self-discovery requires the deepest knowing and experiencing of nature and place.
The 3rd Book In Our Trilogy for Healers & Seekers:
THE HEALING TERRAIN
Nature is the source of our medicine, and the inspiration and example for a healed world and way of life. And intimacy with place is essential to the most effective healing practice, understanding the natural and human history of one’s bioregion, being familiar with its weather patterns, ecology and wildlife, not only its native herbs but its character and needs. This empowering process of familiarization, relationship and commitment to earth where we live is called reinhabitation, optimally leading to our reindigenation as we become inseparable extensions and agents of the living, purposeful land once again.
The Healing Terrain is meant to contribute understanding, inspiration and means for this life-altering reconnection, further informing and equipping even those of you already most attuned to the natural world. It will feature not only my writings on this theme, but also a large number of new pieces by Kiva Rose, a possible Foreword by the pioneer of bioregionalism Judy Goldhaft (Peter Berg’s partner and Planet Drum cofounder), plus special sections by awesome herbalist visionaries David Hoffman, Phyllis Light, Juliet Blankespoor, Dara Saville, and Robin Rose Bennett.
Nearly 20 years in the making, the Healing Terrain was first titled “Coming Home: Reinhabiting Self & Place,” and all the illustrations for it were going to be artistic photos of Anima Sanctuary through its stages of restoration and fruition. Terry Tempest Williams was planned for its Foreword, and publishers approached. The history of this land is still a component of the new version, along with so much more: Finding and rooting in one’s most healthful home. The geology of place. The healing power of water. Land restoration, trusts, covenants, and legal protection. Building a relationship with a plant. Gardening with natives. Herbaria and plant collecting. Bioregional herbalism. Creating a native calendar. Wildcrafting. Personal rewilding. Healing the land as nature helps to heal us, and then helps us to heal others.
Book Creation & Progress
I finished the last piece of mine for The Healing Terrain last month, and corrected the typos that Traci and Aleah caught with their kind proofreading, leaving only two more contributions I’m expecting to receive. Hoping to have something from Judy in the next two weeks for the Foreword, bringing this book up to nearly or just over 300 8.5×11” pages. I am just now completing the illustration and layout, over 350 photographs, drawings and paintings by myself and other contributors, and including some historical pieces. Every section needs specially selected pictures that not only illustrate its content but evoke its feel. Every picture needs editing in order to look sharp in black and white, and given a border to optimize its appearance. Each chapter header needs to be placed in a suitable graphic banner. Every page needs an artful arrangement, and paragraphs look best when they can be made to end at the bottom of a page instead of breaking in the middle. All of the last page of each chapter needs to be filled in order to look best and not waste paper. Chapters look best when they start with the turn of a page instead of facing the end of a previous chapter. Should all this matter to you? Will everyone even notice? Probably not, but hopefully the overall effect will accomplish our goal of providing a rich, pleasurable and stimulating means for conveying the information, ideas and stories we’re committed to providing, our contribution to everyone seeking to do the work of healing, or seeking to know the benefits and joys of being whole, being wholly enlivened, being wholly healed.
September’s HerbFolk Gathering and the Fall issue of Plant Healer Magazine will require almost all of our time again as of mid-July, so we need to get The Healing Terrain ready for printing by early next month. The plan is to begin accepting advance orders the first of August, then to start shipping books the first of September beginning with those who preorder. And you can order the first two volumes of this trilogy of books already – The Plant Healer’s Path and The Enchanted Healer – by clicking on the Bookstore Page at www.PlantHealer.org
Watch for advance excerpts of The Healing Terrain in the complimentary Plant Healer Newsletters we provide every month. The next Newsletter issue releases Tuesday, be sure of getting your free 33 page download by going to www.PlantHealer.org now and filling in your name and email in the spaces shown.
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Intro: The following is a chapter from our newest book The Enchanted Healer, by my partner Jesse Wolf Hardin. The Enchanted Healer is our only full-length book with all full-color pages, covering the topics like herbalism and shamanism, medicines of the enchanted forest, body/mind balance, the heightening of awareness and the senses, plant spirit and intelligence, vision quests, places of power, cabinets of wonder, and much more. “The Healing Arts” makes the case that our efforts to heal ourselves, others, and this earth, is beautiful – and that beauty matters! To order your own copy of The Enchanted Healer, please go to the Bookstore Page at: www.PlantHealer.org
The Healing Arts & The Art Of Healing
by Jesse Wolf Hardin
The Living, Healing Arts
1. the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, producing works appreciated for their high level of quality, particularly their beauty and emotional power
2. works produced by such skill and imagination
3. (the arts) the various branches of creative activity
4. a skill at doing a specific thing, improved through practice
The term “healing arts” can be used to refer to a collection of holistic, noninvasive fields, traditions and techniques, generally expected to include such things as herbalism, acupuncture, chiropractic, counseling, and massage therapy. These practices and any other forms of healing people and planet are “crafts” – carefully learned, practiced and applied – that then become “art” at the point where we:
1. We make our work a creative process and apply our own imaginations.
2. Strive to maximize our skills, and do the highest possible quality of work.
3. Seek to touch/affect people at the deepest emotional and spiritual as well as physical levels.
4. And try, as a matter of both course and principle, to do that work as beautifully as we possibly can.
These days a stark line is often drawn between conventional medical care and alternative or holistic therapies, between phytotherapy and folk herbalism, between hard science and folklore, between the necessary growing of food crops and the nonessential raising of ornamentals, as well as between the supposed florid Artist’s life and the sober existence and sensible priorities of the “normal” woman or man. Not so in many ancient and tribal societies, nor in the attractive land-informed cultures that we are together working to create. For them and us – from nourishment to remedy, from planting to harvest, birth to death – is an opportunity to meld ritual and necessity, substance and gesture, artfulness and practicality, working to make every act and result not only productive but evermore meaningful, beauteous and satisfying!
There is little doubt that a healthy psyche is an integral component in the healing of the body, and that any healing of the collective/cultural psyche is essential to any last remedy of the current ecological and psychological imbalances. As the pioneering psychotherapist Carl Jung wrote, “An Artist is a vehicle and moulder of the unconscious psychic life of mankind.” And I am not talking about the Artist as a rarified elite. My sense is that the Anima, the vital life force of this living planet seems calls upon us each to serve others, the planet and ourselves by consciously participating in the ours and human kind’s evolution, as the crafters of our society and artisans of our lives. It is what the sacred indivisible whole/holon wants and needs to seed, and what I in my own personal role am devoted to grow.
What we hope to sow and water in this modern un-landed culture is not only more artistic and meaningful form in our day to day existence, but also the sprouting art of life: the art of conscious, responsive, celebratory relationship and mission. Mine and my partner’s intent with Plant Healer Magazine and books not only to help preserve and nurture branches of the endangered traditional healing arts, but to reclaim and showcase the many graphic styles, potent symbols and aesthetics… not only to help inform and inspire effective Healers but also to encourage – with all our deeds and hearts – ever more artistic manifestations of the active art of healing.
Living Arts: Art that lives; and the act of making an art of our every act and moment.
Healing Arts: Art that heals; and making an art of our every healing act.
Examples of Artfulness
Just as there are different styles of art, there are different styles of teaching, of restoring the land, of practicing herbalism or the healthful laying-on of hands. It is the herbalist community that I have been most closely associating with over the past decade, however, and it is my fellow lovers of plants and their medicines that I can quickest site as examples of what I’m talking about. While no two herbalists are alike – exhibiting a very wide range of tastes in clothing and lifestyles – the vast majority I’ve known all demonstrate a very personal, individualized art of living and healing.
Notice how folk herbalists of any culture find hidden patches of desired wild plants largely by their form and color, as in tune with the patterns and hues composing the land as is a painter with her visions of forms and palette of endless chromatic possibilities. We can see surely the art in their purposeful ascertaining of patterns and composing of response, in their deeply partnered dance of natural healing and allied plants… and in what they collect on their shelves, hang on the wall and wear on their bodies. Each of these herbalist’s clothes express their particular persona, the decorating of home and clinic to reflect their particular values and beliefs, preferences and desires, hungers and callings.
On their desk may be a collage of the tools of inquiry, alongside the frivolity of plant deco. We may note the curving lines and brass sheen of a vintage druggist’s scale, a hand-me-down magnifying glass, a surreal earth goddess or primitive carved crucifix, the predictable vase or Mason jar with flowers long ago having died and dried into twisted shapes too amazing to throw outside. On the window sill, colored glass of some sort that’s sure to refract into the room its enchanting morning lights, Arkansas crystals and sun hungry potted sage. And on their persons, dress and accoutrements that communicate something about the kind of people and practitioners that they are, their character and interests evident in a display of threads… whether modest but attractive skirts singing out their roots in the rural South, or loose fitting clothes from Thai pants and Guatemalan wapil blouses suggesting globally acquired wisdom and a relaxed demeanor, or sculpted shirts and ties that function as statements of health care professionalism.
Framed and hung are photos of not just kids or grandkids or aged sepia portraits of unsmiling great-grandparents, but images of treasured places as well, from topographic maps marked with one’s favorite spots for gathering wild herbs, to snapshots of significant spots on an oft visited wilderness trail. Paintings of flowers, or goddesses, or faeries, or vine covered cottages that invite us to world of veritable magic. Historic drawings of Yerba Mansa or flowering Mullein, or voluptuous Victorian era mushroom porn. The deep greens of Mormon Lake’s forests may draw the eye to the words centered on an HerbFolk Gathering flyer, wreathed in images of medicinal plants and some of the teachers that champion them. Competing with glowing gallon containers of precious tinctures, are likely books chosen for not only the valuable information they contain, but for their illustrations as well.
Art can be seen not only in the objects they surround themselves with, but also in their gestures, acts and tasks. Just watch how they customarily acknowledge, empathize with, speak to, ask for the collusion of, and somehow express their profound gratitude to those medicinal plants that they kneel before in acts of humble connection or unplanned ceremony. See, also, the deft movements of hands and blades as leaves are separated from flowers and roots, not unlike the sculptor removing elements of stone or wood to reveal a focused and refined purpose within. Their creation of formulas can be in some ways like the art of cooking, with brilliance, intuition and adaptation augmenting tradition, evaluations made with alert taste buds and noses that know. The rhythms of their interchanges with clients and patients can be like practiced choreographies with room left for on-the-spot improvisation – in what I think of as the herbalist’s song and dance. Inspired and fueled by not only necessity and compassion but impassioned aesthetics and taste, theirs is a practical trade made into something complexly personal, focused on a vision and purpose, intent on increased excellence and effectiveness – a point of service and connection that is art at its most relevant. Important. Magical. Sacred, even.
The work of the Artist-Healer could well be considered sacred work, in that style and symbol can not only decorate and communicate but also educate and consecrate, helping us to perceive the connections between all forms living and non, the relations between all elements and beings, and the inner heart, soul, spirit of each and every thing. And as with any sacred endeavor, their work is most numinous and powerful when the Artists are themselves transformed in the process of its inception and creation. This ceaseless falling apart and being remade is characteristic of the Artist as it is of the Seeker, the Shaman, the spiritual Adept.
Whenever we artfully work, employing symbols and energies, inspiration and intuition, there is an energetic threading between us and those who participate in the experience, between the viewer and the viewed, and the viewer and the Artist, between the Healer and the client or society or place. Through the art we make and experience, we’re each transformed into an agent and component of creation, our sense of mission fueled, our senses and dreams heightened, our emotions stirred, pierced by an overwhelming sense of the inseparable unity of all things and the timeliness and importance of our healing, helping, beautifying efforts.
Creatively giving shape and form to the underlying energies which animate our species in a “container” that can hold the experience allows for a shamanic, holy, and whole-making ritual to be made real in time. The act of participating in the creation of art is a magical, ceremonial rite, a sacred liturgy, a higher-dimensional form of communion, a kind of “performance art,” which simultaneously transfigures the unconscious energies in both the Artist and the surrounding field. The act of art-making partakes of the nature of the divine, in that the entire universe, which is itself a living work of continually-unfolding art, becomes infused with endless-inspiration as we consciously realize our relationship with our ever-evolving and never-expiring, creative spirit.
There can be no doubt that modern industrialized medicine can help mend serious wounds and successfully treat some conditions. It is generally not, however, a craft since it there is little hand work and most diagnosis is based on a computer generated template/model of symptoms and prescriptions. It is hardly ever an art, since it is a relatively rare M.D. these days who has gone beyond the trade’s impersonal practices to a place of passionate dedication, or who sees and treats a whole person rather than symptoms and organs. They avoid getting to really know their patients, avoiding getting too close, eschewing “messy” emotions. Their offices and hospitals are institutional and uninspired, usually only slightly less ugly and conformist than a prison. While sometimes proficient within a limited model, they are often lacking in the earmark of artisanship: creativity! To the contrary, alternative Healers of all kinds tend to be more creative and adaptive, looking beyond the assumptions and conventions, acting out of a passionate sense of mission, and doing their work in a deeply personal, empathic and artist way. With personal aesthetics. Honed sensitivity. Engaged emotions. The involvement of their spirits as well as minds. Intentional style. A strong sense of calling. And practiced flair.
Healers outside of institutions and norms tend to be mistrusted, undervalued, discounted, even legally harassed precisely because of their Artist’s ways, because they serve a calling and fulfill it authentically and stylistically, daring to bypass conventional dead ends, and to be creative in the ways that they instigate and support healing. We unconventional artisans are denied official accreditation, and when we do seek professional status it comes only from groups themselves outside the “credible” norm. The Artist-Healer, however, will not be satisfied walking the beaten path, needing to follow the inner creative urge instead, being self-empowered to make choices and make turns based on insights and experience. And they work not only to heal a person or community, but to be a container and conduit for the expression of the creative thrust, intent and direction of the Anima, of the life force, the dynamic natural whole.
Christian, Moslem, Buddhist, Pagan, Pantheist, Agnostic or whatever… the work of the Artist-Healer is to serve something larger than themselves or a client. It is to serve a larger purpose and aim, to serve something akin to “spirit” no matter what we choose to call it. And to do it in the most loving and lovely ways.
1. an activity involving skill in making things, usually by hand
2. demonstrating a high level of skill in carrying out one’s work
We’re each connected to one another, to self and home through blood and bone, magic, history, need, service, touch, caring and love — manifest through the moving force of our crafts. Craft is one way in which we express our inner spirits, serve our planet and our purpose, and make both real and physical our seemingly magical co-creation of our world. Craft is our deliberate and potentially artistic manifestation and effect, as opposed to that which we unconsciously cause or create. At one level it is our practices, our applied skills, our trade. At a deeper level it is every conscious way that we make our visions visible, respond to the needs of the people, culture and land around us, and otherwise share our dear gifts.
All things, all beings are at once both creator and the created, the influenced and the influence, the actor and acted upon. It is the option of the Healer – and the Seeker, the Activist, Teacher, Shaman, or Shifter – to be fully, vividly aware of the effects we have on the world… to make every act as intentional, and as beautiful, as we’re able.
In the present dominant paradigm, craft is often thought of as something one purchases or is an audience to, instead of inhabits and embodies. But it was not always so. Not so for the pale villagers of ancient Europe who left us the sculpted body of the archetypal Earth Mother, the bearer of all of life. And not for the first hominid inhabitants of this state called New Mexico either. The ancient pueblo people left behind shards of painted pottery that continue to evoke the Great Mystery, fired clay fragments of a life of honoring, picture-puzzle pieces still vibrating with the energy of years of reverent touch. They spoke their fealty for the land in rock art carved out of their collective and individual souls, lightning bolts and the seed-carrier Kokopelli painted on the sides of caves. Here too are the forms of the crafters’ fingers and palms, their signatures, the marks of their self-aware beings, in painted hands reaching out to descendants and heirs alike across the chasm of time. They gifted enduring images of their priorities and loves, deities and dreams. They left behind for others their holiest expressions of wonder and communion, the evidence of a marriage with place and spirit consecrated through timeless craft.
It is no less true in the case of contemporary arts and crafts, in the painting the fantasies and mythologies that enliven, share and extend our beliefs. In the making of jewelry that are talismans meant to empower or mend, the fashioning of clothing that not only covers and decorates but reveals something about us and celebrates what we love. Drumming that’s ever improved, enlisted to communicate with primal visionary self and the “Great Spirit” that informs us. Massage, that not just relaxes but helps to heal. Words, too, are craft when formed with care, delivered with rhythm and design, woven into ceremony, employed to inspire courage or heal a broken heart. Poetry that stops thought and inspires a more intense living of life. A novel that moves the reader to tears, to change, to action. Correspondence and diary entries, as honestly and lyrically and one can make them. Words that can evoke the smell of rain on the fur of a wild creature , the taste of lightning, the warmth of man or woman’s flesh and the feel of the ground where they lay in lust. Careful conversation with friends, with words invested with meaning and mission. Words not blurted out or spilled from lips, but formed like a stone canyon elegantly carved by a flowing river. A child reminded of her intrinsic worth. The ill consoled, informed and encouraged. An endearment whispered in a willing ear. Even our most mundane daily labors rise to the level of craft, art, even ritual, when done consciously with all our heart, awareness and skill, for more reasons than the simple making of an income. And even the most repetitive chores, whenever they’re executed with both intention and panache.
We are all potential crafters, of course, in that we are born with a chance to craft every aspect of our lives. Craft is by it’s very nature proactive. We craft medicines, craft a practice, craft a strategy for how we want to influence our world. We craft a home out of a mere house, craft family and community, craft our futures to the extent we can. The word “craft” is first and foremost a verb of great power, denoting direction, activity, process, effort and purpose. It is only secondarily a noun, referring to an association of activated individuals, or the creations, effects and outcomes of the active Healer.
Part of our purpose as sentient beings on/in this planet, is to make an articulate contribution to conscious, responsive, celebratory relationship, to true encompassing health which is wholeness. In our ecstatic revealing, bridging and healing, we have the opportunity for a further dissolving of any boundaries between us, the living land, the Anima, or spirit. Between the creator and the created. The Healer and the healed. The crafter and the craft.
The Artist-Healer’s Responsibility
Being responsible for the form and effects of our actions can be daunting, and staying on the sidelines, avoiding being a force, trying to remain unseen and out of the loop might be tempting… but it is simply not possible. Even if we were to try to avoid responding, initiating, confronting, creating, or in other ways taking any responsibility, we would still leave some imprint on the world. We therefore may as well make it a true reflection of our authentic selves, serving our caring purpose. At best, we can make that imprint evocative, inspiring, instigative, aesthetic, excellent and exciting. Every awake act, every motion or gesture of our hands can be the craft and art that communicates who we are, who we strive to be, and what we hope to give and achieve.
The pencil for the writing of ours’ and world’s story – for the creation of our art – is in part in our hands, ready for us to make the changes that are needed. We have an entire chest of colors to choose from, with the now and future our unlimited canvas. We have the pharmacopea botanica for most of our bodily healing needs. All the necessary materials, it seems, are at hand for whatever project we might launch, awaiting only the actual sweep of the painter’s brush, the slice of the sculptor’s knife, the swirl of the kitchen ladle, the gathering and processing of the herbs, the pouring of the salve of tincture, the purposeful and ceaseless reaching out to help.
The result of such graceful deliberateness – I repeat – is our connection… including connecting with the proactive practice and craft now weaving us back into both the literal and magical material of our experience and existence. Together we co-create the living fabric of our reality as well as of our culture, assuming some response-ability for how it turns out… jointly painting on that billowing fabric the story of our missions, our struggles, our miracles, and our beautiful, beautiful hope.
You are at once a Healer and a person still actively engaged in your own healing. You are the subject and creator, witness and participant, viewer and doer. As such, this kinetic relational process that we call “art” involves – even requires – not just the illustrator’s pen or paint, writer’s keyboard or gardener and conservationist’s shovel and seed, not just the activist’s manifesto or massage therapist’s table, cotton bandages or healthful herbs… it needs you.
See what you can do.
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Announcing a New Book by Jesse Wolf Hardin:
Pancho Villa’s Motorcycle: Wild West Sentiment, Backwoods Humor, & Outlaw Wisdom For a World Gone Astray
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You readers of this Anima blog are a diverse lot! Some of you have recently taken an interest in Anima Wilderness Sanctuary and projects like river restoration or Plant Healer Magazine, a few hundred others of you have been around since the beginning. Somewhere around half of you tend to be liberal, alternative types, pantheists, anarchists or pacifists, activists and conservationists whom Jesse Wolf has written most of his books for in the last few years, including 3 titles for those into herbalism, natural healing, and nature’s enchantments. The other half of you readers, however, are a more of a mix of rural libertarians, politically incorrect homesteaders and back-to-the-landers, primitivists, traditionalists, survivalists, old-timey folk, kitchen sink medicine makers, cowboys, mountain men, and wild women.
It is for you latter folks that Pancho Villa’s Motorcycle was written.
Warning: You shouldn’t even think about reading this book if you are 1. PC or easily offended, 2. uncomfortable with strong or unconventional opinions, 3. disinterested in history, 3. turned off by sentimentality, or 4. can’t take a joke.
When Wolf first came to remote and conservative Catron County, New Mexico 35 years ago, he was a biker/philosopher/artist seeking the “real world”, wildness and roots. He arrived in a hippie looking school bus with a mean Harley Davidson, promptly selling both the bike and the engine out of the bus for the down payment on what became the Anima Sanctuary. To introduce himself and his ideas to the community, he wrote 107 articles/essays for a number of regional newspapers, a number of which have also appeared on this blog, and all of which have been compiled for you now in this unique new book.
Nearly 300 pages long, Pancho Villa’s Motorcycle provides a healthy balance of unusual insight & Old West history, natural history & controversy, sassy commentary & sweet sentimentality, good humor & bad attitude, packed with ideas meant to awaken you to the depths & the dance of life. Wolf’s tales not only tell us about the way things used to be, but how they can be… a clarion call for us to live more awakened and meaningful, responsible and purposeful, adventurous and satisfying lives.
You can read a review by our friend Becca below, and order your own copy now at:
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Review of Pancho Villa’s Motorcycle
by Becca McTrauchle
Pancho Villa’s Motorcycle is a unique collection of 107 thoughtful, humorous, colorful, inspiring, and attitude-filled essays describing the more fascinating experiences and perspectives of the rural West, leading to insights for even the most urban reader about our difficult modern times and the “fullest living of life.” Author Hardin draws from over 35 years of astute observation and reflection, rooted as he is in the backcountry of the incomparable American Southwest.
From the Introduction: “Deep in the mountains of southern New Mexico lies the self proclaimed “sovereign county” of Catron, one of the largest and least developed counties in the entire country, and a place with far more elk than people. It seems to exist in its own time zone, at the frontier edge between a moseying past and rushing future, present reality and infinite imagination – a community in open resistance to both the dictates of the federal government and the boring normalcy and conformity of our times.”
Hardin moved back to his home state of New Mexico as a young man in the 70s, searching for the Wild West of his childhood movies and books, a place that would be as authentic and interesting as the suburbs seemed artificial and generic. And he needed look no further than the opinionated, strong willed, old-time community of Catron nestled in the Gila wildlands, and his riverside homesite seven river crossings from the nearest pavement.
In Pancho Villa’s Motorcycle he brings to life for you “the fast disappearing world of small towns and uncluttered vistas, of knowing humor and countryfied wisdom, and a more authentic and enjoyable way of living. Herein you’ll find a world of wild animals in the kitchen and wild-foods gathering, unbroken spirits and unbroken horses, lives vigorously lived and promises kept, cowboy hats and ‘thank you ma’ms,’ a backwoods view of politics and a non-typical, backwards glance at authentic Western history.” Chapters cover “the problem with authority and the absurdity of airline safety manuals, the ramifications of Pancho Villa’s Indian brand motorcycle, and the importance of really paying attention whenever tasting your biscuit and jam. The value of authenticity and resistance, country dialects and the honoring of tradition, the real meaning of the word“wild”… and taking time to look at the world through the eyes of a child. Curious true stories about eating packrats, pondering the significance of bear poo, how to alienate vegan pacifist guests, and many other eruptions and realizations of a backwoods life.”
For the residents of the rural West, reading Pancho Villa’s Motorcycle must feel like a homecoming, or pulling up a chair in the general store to hear a well told tale. But for city folk like me, it feels like being transported to a strange and wonderful place, timeless, stunningly primal, filled with curious sights and a chance for real adventures for anyone with the spunk and follow-through. In the course of learning about the history and ways of this unique place and its residents, I learned a lot about myself and what I really want out of my life, developing some of that strong will that that seems to sustain those people insistent on living a free, exciting, genuinely Wild West existence in these trying futuristic times.
Amazing N.M. Wilderness Home in Exchange for Site Management
Announcing a unique opportunity for one to two people: A long term on-site work trade position at the enchanted Anima wilderness sanctuary, tucked away in the remote mountain forests of S.E. New Mexico. It costs a huge amount to purchase land and build a house, and truly awesome wild land is becoming nearly impossible to find… but for the right folks, an incredibly enchanted home can be had in exchange for able assistance and devotion to this place and purpose.
And to everyone reading this, please help me to get this announcement out to others, so that in time we can find the enthused and responsible people needed to fill a stable Anima Site-Manager/Helper role!
To Apply, Click on, Fill Out & Return the:
Anima Site Manager Application
We are offering:
• A long term or even lifelong home in this very special place, a restored riparian ecosystem surrounded by millions of acres of national forest and designated wilderness seven river crossings from the nearest road. For a full description of the land, plants and animals, turn to the About The Anima Sanctuary page of our Anima Website: www.AnimaCenter.org
• Long term use of a lovely little cabin in the pines not far from the river, with limited solar power, a small kitchen and sleeping loft.
• Compensation in the form of firewood for the cabin stove, and possibly some propane and food or a cash stipend depending on the kind of help given and the person’s situation.
• An important role and meaningful mission, taking care of the land and maintaining the infrastructure that make it possible for Anima and its Plant Healer projects to stir and help heal the larger world.
In exchange for:
• An average 3 to 5 hours per day of happy helping, depending on needs and what’s going on, up to 5 days per week, with fewer hours when there are fewer projects.
Tasks & Projects:
• Vehicle repair and solar system maintenance
• Clearing brush to reduce wildfire danger
• Firewood splitting and stacking
• Helping organize and manage the kitchen and storage
• Kitchen help, cooking and baking, cleanup
• Cabins maintenance
• Land restoration, removing invasives, restorative planting
• Directing temporary helpers/volunteers from the WWOOF program when we have some
• Possible help with proofing articles, other creative projects
• Possibly weekly shopping trips to the nearby village of Reserve
A love of nature, dedication to the preservation of wildness, and commitment to limit our own impacts as well as protect the land from other threats. Love for old fashioned ways and crafts, close-to-the-land living, authenticity and adventure.
Practical Skills or The Ability To Learn Them
A long term helper needs to be skilled in fundamental homestead skills, or willing and able to learn them. At least one helper needs to either already know or else learn what it takes to operate a chainsaw, maintain a simple solar electric system, and do basic maintenance on vehicles. And it would be good if there was a woman who delighted in being an able creator in the kitchen.
Awareness, Practicality & Responsibility
Because of how remote the Sanctuary is, a high degree of awareness and self sufficiency is vital, and common sense is a huge plus.. There is, for example, no chance for assistance in case of a fire. Wildfires are already a big danger in the Southwest, and it is absolutely essential that no one make any mistakes here with fire or coals that could lead to the destruction of the land and structures. Likewise, it is not easy to get mechanical assistance in the region, let alone to get a mechanic to come down the river to help, making it extra important that vehicles and saws be well maintained. While it is only 8 miles to the village gas station, it is 100 miles from any good parts stores. We found out early that a head full of visions and good intentions aren’t enough, it also takes practical thinking and determined efforts to live like this.
Ability to Enjoy The Primitivity & Isolation
Given the very small number of people living down here, and how focused Wolf and Kiva are on writing books and publishing Plant Healer magazine, this position might work best for someone who can enjoy and benefit from the solitude… or else 2 close friends or a committed couple that can provide each other with the desired company.
Minimal Monetary Needs & Focus
It’s not likely that we’ll be able to pay cash wages in the foreseeable future. Site managers would need to either have few cash needs, or else a fixed income or savings to cover your personal purchases and health care expenses. Basic solar lighting power comes with the cabin, and we supply the wood for the woodstoves. Food and propane for the gas burners are provided by us in those cases where our helpers have no funds to contribute. It is a rich life, but those riches have nothing to do with money!
Able To Take Satisfaction in Elemental Tasks
While our mission to further the healing of this ecosystem and the larger world might seem exciting or kind of exotic, a lot of the work of Anima is basic homesteading and general upkeep. It’s important that the site managers/helpers feel the personal, grounding or even spiritual benefits of what is historically called “hauling wood, carrying water”: finding satisfaction in the daily ceremony of mundane tasks mindfully tended.
This position would also work best for folks who not only love nature and a close-to-nature lifestyle, but who also harbor some basic rural aesthetics, people who aren’t too uptight or “politically correct.” Even the few hippie types in the Southwest tend to be part redneck, which is to say “down to earth,” straight talking, independent thinking, and often libertarian… as are we.
Things To Consider
While we produce a magazine and books for herbalists, there is no promise of herbal instruction due to the many deadlines we keep.
Power is DC only and minimal, although it could be improved and expanded. There is also minimal internet access at the sanctuary due to the tight limits enforced by the satellite provider.
While we love dogs, horses and livestock, they are prohibited by agreement with the USFWS as Anima is a wildlife refuge. Well behaved indoor pets are ok.
It’s 2 miles of canyon trail to our parking area, 7 miles to the village with a small grocery store, 60 miles to a larger grocery store, and 100 miles to a Wallmart or to the nearest community of “alternative” type folks.
We have to minimize vehicle traffic in and out of the canyon, as we got special permission to drive through designated roadless land to get home. There can also be weeks during which we have to walk in and out due to the river rising in the late Summer.
Children are welcomed if and when they are happy to be here, and committed to help.
For over five years now I have hosted volunteers coming through the WWOOF organic farms program, and it has been good for them and the Sanctuary. We’ve built an horno mud oven, composting outhouses, an outdoor kitchen for groups, and a fire fighting sprinkler system, plus planted willows, just to name a few things. The problem is that it takes a lot of my time to teach how to do everything, and then the volunteers move on soon after learning the ropes. The longer that helpers/managers might stay, the more it would free time up for the important projects we are trying to get done. If things work out, it is possible for this to be a very long or lifetime position for one or two folks. A one year minimum stay would be a blessing, and a person or couple who discovered they loved this place, life and purpose, could find here a lasting home and mission.
To Apply, Click on, Fill Out & Return the:
Anima Site Manager Application
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Hello Friends from Elka – formerly Loba!
A number of you have written for updates from me about our homestead life and I sure meant to, there has just been so much living to do! And all of us here caught a stubborn flu that has only now started clearing up. I feel like I’m only now waking up again, to a world of adventures and tasks and music and color!
Springtime at the Anima Sanctuary is busting out in gloriousness all over! Even with hardly any rains yet to speak of, there has still been enough moisture for this amazing procession of miracles: there are nettles to eat, brilliant red barrel cactus flowers, giant yucca flower stalks shooting up every single day. The stalks are the streaked purple of an artichoke’s center before they open fully into their shining ivory-flowered beauty, gracing the land with their magnificence.
There have been some Spring-like new beginnings for me personally, too. Many years after discovering that I’m much more like an elk than a wolf, and still being an “elk named Loba”, I was overcome by the silliness of it. As most of you know, the Spanish name Loba means “she wolf” and grew out of my love for the Caroline Estes book “Women Who Run With The Wolves”. I finally decided it was time to fully embody my true self, character and nature, which means taking on a name that truly represents who I am, how I feel and how I tend to act. A name change may seem difficult for everyone who knows me or who has read my articles in SageWoman and Plant Healer magazines over these many years, but my dear family has agreed to calling me the more appropriate “Elka” from now on, and I hope you will be able to, too! My only regret is no longer being able to title my upcoming cookbook “Loba’s Loving Kitchen”… looking for a new name for it now.
I’m not sure if I reported last time, that our friend and supporter Marcus had brought me a 12 volt (runs off the solar batteries) water pump, so that for the first time ever I can move rain water we catch into a storage tank without back-hurting buckets. He installed a propane freezer and solar powered fridge that have made my life, meal planning and food storage so much easier! And there has been lots less food wastage than the decades when I had only ice chests and ice carried in all the way from town or even packed down the mountain on our backs when the river flooded.
It’s Spring Cleaning time here in the canyon, something that takes many forms! We’ve been cleaning out the sheds, moving out lots of things for the thrift stores and dump, clearing lots of brush and wood and dead grasses that are dangerous kindling each scary fire season. Fire season is officially here in the Southwest, with over 30 wildfires already hitting the region, and we’re in the midst of preparing for it.
Our wonderful helpers, Paeonia and Sean from Boise, Idaho, spent a solid three months here doing tons of work clearing to help us get ready, as well as lots of other cleaning, organizing and maintenance work while they were here, helping with kitchen chores and prep, and sewing on our antique treadle machine whenever we could make time. Wolf’s sweet daughter Rain also came for 6 weeks to help out with all our efforts and spend some quality time with him.
We were all so grateful for their important assistance, and so glad that everyone seemed to enjoy each others’ company so much! I was also grateful for all the hours of enjoyable work, as well as some very special downtime, that we all got to spend together! It was also great to see folks gaining inspiration and learning from the books in the lodges, cooking enthusiastically, making music, sharing stories and jokes and helping each other whenever there was a need! It’s very satisfying to walk around and notice all the improvements.
Our homestead helpers come as part of the international WWOOF organic farm network, mostly young folks excited for real life experience on the land, eager to learn new skills from woodstove cooking to building maintenance. They’re often a lot of help, and grateful for the time in a riverside cabin is a forested New Mexico wilderness. They make it possible for us to give more focus to the projects to affect the world, from our books and events to teaching.
In time, however, I think we are going to need to offer a long term or even lifetime home to a person or couple with the skills needed to tend this place, as it can be hard to teach everything needed to a series of folks who will leave after month or two. I plan to write a description of this position in the next month, and I will post it then for you to kindly forward to the kinds of folks who may be interested.
Besides Wolf’s other new books, including “The Enchanted Healer, he’s also created two others for different audiences. “Pancho Villa’s Motorcycle” will be released next month, a collection of the alternately humorous, historical, sentimental, attitude filled, and sometimes politically incorrect tales originally written for our backwoods neighbors and now being made available to the general public. Then in June he will publish his latest book for those interested in Western history, entitled “Lawmen of The Old West Unmasked.” Unmasked, because he exposes so called heroes like Wyatt Earp as the scoundrels they really were, while telling the stories of less known sheriffs who were true “Peace Officers”, men taking risks to guard the peace and freedoms of the West’s wild hearted citizens. As always, he works in his points about the importance of liberty, honor, self reliance, and a love for the land. These titles don’t exactly fit in the Plant Healer bookstore, even though we consider there to be plenty of deeper cross-over… so Kiva will soon be launching an Old West Scribe website where these and other related books by Wolf can be ordered.
We look forward to another full year of inspiring and helping people, from our special sanctuary “seven river crossings from the nearest road.” Nothing could be more satisfying than continuing to give to the world, while giving to ourselves this life close to the elements and full of spirit.
To all of you, old friends and new acquaintances, may your Spring and Summer be blessed. No matter where you live, county or city, please don’t forget to get out and admire all the new buds and bees, butterflies and flowers!
Intro: It’s with great pleasure that we’ve released our second book in a trilogy, The Enchanted Healer. This book is not only our first lengthy all color edition, and the most lushly illustrated project of ours ever, but it also the first of ours in years to address topics of sentience, the extrasensory, awareness, presence, plant spirit, places of power, vision quests, shamanism, ecstatic cooking, the aesthetics and art of healing, and other topics related to the awakeness and enchantment crucial to any Seeker, Teacher, Quester, or essential Healer of bodies, psyches, spirits, communities and ecosystems. The following is an excerpt, from the first chapter “The Portal”, I hope it introduces some of the flavor of this work of love, and that you enjoy its message and effects. You can order your own copy on the Bookstore Page at: www.PlantHealer.org
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