[originally written 10/8/08]
Time is galloping by ever so quickly and my “All Our Relations Sacred Gardening Workshop” (http://www.sacreddogllc.com/workshop2.html) is fast approaching this weekend. And I’m getting quite excited. After doing some good reading and thinking, it has struck me that this workshop is really not as woo-woo as I thought and confessed to some. It’s actually quite ancient knowledge that dovetails well with some current quantum physics thinking (as I attempt to understand those murky-edgy realms of knowledge). And it verifies to me that Native peoples were/are actually more advanced than Western Culture, the more I read up and learn from my Cherokee teacher on this subject. (This topic is a LARGE one that I won’t delve into here much, now.) But, cheesh, how do Medicine People know how to talk with bees to keep them from stinging, or convince a thundercloud that it needs to wait until later to release it’s torrents and booming lightshow?
Anyhow. I’m excited to share these thoughts with the workshop participants. And will be getting a good chunk of the wksp videotaped too. So there is the potential for podcasts on a website at some point in the future. (Love that word. Sounds like footprints of peapods or miniature intergalactic space ships imprinted in sidewalks or something like that.)
Plus, today, a really stunning fall day that started out crisp but then warmed, I gathered up the sacred tobacco that I’ve been growing all summer and put the foliage in a bucket to dry for the winter in the basement. And harvested the seeds to give out as gifts to those who attend the wksp on Sunday. There is always something really – well – right about collecting these plants and drying them, or harvesting the seeds, or cooking them up in sauce or pesto. As if something quite ancient in me, deeply embedded in my DNA, pushes me to turn these fruits and vegetables and stalks into foods for the winter, under my own labors. No shopping trips exchanging currency.
Ah… It’s as if something in my bones nudges me into remembering that warm cozy, sense of home and how growing my own food and herbs nestles me even more closely into experiencing home. My workshop is about how Earth Mother is calling us HOME. And thinking about this is pushing me to realize that home is not just my physical space that I return to each day after bounding about the streets (and my client’s gardens). It’s a state of mind and a place of deep comfort that embraces me and allows me to feel safe and protected in my own skin, in my own bed, in my kitchen and in the gardens around my house. But it’s even deeper than that. It’s a sense of connection and rootedness that makes me feel whole and completely accepted and loved. By Earth Mother. By the soil around my house that grows my herbs, tomatoes (even when the squirrels steal them), and sacred tobacco. Yes, even by the worms outside.
And of course, my kitties that have their own unique ways of hugging (usually associated with an especially good kitty treat, of course! ;~)
I need this sense of home each and every day to live my life in a quality way. It’s essential…
But doesn’t everyone deserve this sense of being home too? Isn’t it a birthright that, perhaps, we’ve forgotten to connect with in our pell-mell society of running, running? If only more people could hear that call that Earth Mother is putting out.