After the First Harvest Garden Reflections

 

Processing Acorn Porridge/Mush

Greetings onto you during the time of year when we can look upon our place in life and presence on earth and assess how to live for the rest of the year. I believe summer is the season we can merge with the earth and embrace our life experience; we can find healing and belonging, because healing comes from the willingness to consciously participate. It opens our hearts. This blog is a lengthy summary of what has transpired within the confines of our gardens and their contributing wisdom from Mother Earth.

It's the height of the summer, and we just took part in our first harvest. Before I tell that story, I must confess that we still did not cultivate our indigenous garden plot this year. Last year, I had broken my leg right after we planted our spring vegetable gardens (thank goodness). Thus, the ground and the plot of our indigenous garden area were so overgrown for over a year that the effort to prepare it for this year was beyond our capabilities.  We almost had a few young women interested in planting their own gardens in the area, but it did not work out for them for this year. Therefore, we concentrated on the manageable gardens closer to our living space. However, Marcus installed a drip system for the indigenous plot, and we planted more lavender and sage along the outside fence borders to deter elk and deer. Right now I am preparing the interior garden space there for next spring's gardening habitat. 

On a high note, there were more flowers blooming this year than ever before. Plants flowered that had not bloomed since we'd been here. And plants that I've not known to flower, like my creeping houseplants, brought forth blooms. One of my 20-year-old cacti bloomed prolifically. Basically I was just fertilizing occasionally, nothing more.

Another aspect of the garden we are used to dealing with incessantly is the invasive slugs, which will actually destroy garden efforts. On occasion, we leave out beer, apply non-toxic slug bait and attract toads. However, this year's efforts were not grave at all. We did not have an infestation of snails and slugs. And thus, less aggressive maneuvers to deter them.  

I suppose what has helped is the landscaping efforts we have started, i.e., landscape bordering and gravel trails. Snails and slugs like wild and bushy places, and there are fewer now inside our fenced garden area. So, all seemed good. But what was a telling sign of it all was the pond. For the first time in a long time, regardless of the pond looking clear, the plants were not blooming and not growing in profusion as usual; I had to find out why. I got into the pond and discovered that under the surface of the floating plants and lilies was string algae. String algae is a killer in water gardens. I was shocked and immediately got to work by hand, removing all the algae from every little tiny floating plant, and all others. Our poor fish were living in a lot of slime that we were not seeing. 

So, why am I saying "telltale" sign? Excessive sun leads to string algae in ponds and water gardens. If left unattended, the algae will take over the pond and suck out all the oxygen and thus life for the rest of the life in the garden. It was an all-day grueling chore. I would not let my plants and fish suffer. There are many processes and agents that pond experts can sell to help reduce or combat string algae, but nothing works better than to hand remove it all. Ironically, one year I had a small amount of algae that I found growing and tossed it out on the property, and the area of grass that the algae lay, died. Hence, the fact of its detrimental effect. 

Again, back to the telltale sign... climate change. Even out at the coastal regions, we are experiencing climate change. Our rainfall is low; our temperatures are rising. We used our air conditioner for the first time since we have lived here.  Slugs and snails live in moist areas.  Del Norte is traditionally a moist area.  Our region has to be, as it keeps the rest of the state from becoming a complete desert. 

Then, when I ventured further into the forested area of the property, I found on the ground a fallen branch of one of the clary sage bushes with flowers attached. There on the branch was a huge snail feasting on the flowers. I realized right then and there that our snail and slug relatives are so necessary. They take care of the forest grounds and support the interconnected ecosystems of our world. Immediately, I stopped the effort of adding more gravel pathway into our meditation space in the garden. In our efforts to clean our living spaces, we have contributed to global warming and also separated ourselves from the rest of nature and life. I am so very thankful to Mother Earth for giving me such direct and immediate instruction on how to live here in right relationship. 

I again look around at our trees on the land, and they are magnificent. We have some Douglas fir trees that are over 300 years old, and they continue to give shelter, and homes for our animal and bird relatives who are here. They hold the moisture for all of us living here. We also have many cedar trees and pines. Trees are very important for all life on this planet. If you have such old trees, please do them a favor. Remove the ivory that grows on them. Please. I know it looks pretty in many mystical images of majestic trees with ivy all over them. However, that ivy is killing the tree. The ivy strangles the tree and eventually kills it. When we first moved onto the property, there was an extremely tall tree overshadowing the entire property. We still have several almost as tall as that one. However, it fell (luckily away from the house and our living property), but ivy had covered it. Since then we have yearly looked to our trees to remove the ivy. We are stewards of the land, and it is our responsibility to care for all that we live with. When we think of what we receive in return, why wouldn't we? Oxygen, moisture, protection, and wisdom that sustain us in so many ways.  

When I returned to academia, both in Hawaii and within Turtle Island (US and Canada predominantly), I found that many indigenous scholars leaned towards the earth sciences. Nature and indigeneity go hand in hand. There is no separation within our consciousness between the land and its people. We understand the kinship. Hence the strong environmental associations within Indigenous academics and the advocacy of planetary wellness and the wellness of our human family. Such aspects of wellness include mental and consciousness wellness. I don't believe there is a separation from physical wellness.

Spiritual wellness is one that I will always advocate. I still maintain many aspects of spiritual practice. I used to meditate for one hour in the morning and one before sleep. It kept me balanced while working in the corporate world and during times of confusion and trauma. Being a facilitator and a participant in traditional Native American sweat lodge and doctoring ceremonies also brought clarity and strength. However, what I find most effective in bringing me into the highest balance state is being on the land and working on the land intending to support the spirit of the earth where I live and also offering sustainability to my relatives and community. Many of my younger Native women friends who continue to carry cultural traditions find harvesting their medicines a most sacred act of being close to the Creator.  Nature immediately brings me into a familiar homecoming feeling. No crystal bowl, sound healing device or even music (all aspects of agents I love to use and partake) can bring me there as well. Nature is divinity; we don't have to go any further.  Everything else is trying to find what it simply possesses. 

When I was living in Sonoma County (my traditional homelands) as a youngster in junior high and high school, it was a very agricultural region. Now, there are predominant vineyards. In the past there were Gravenstein apples in Sebastopol, prune orchards in Santa Rosa, pears and peaches and a wonderful blueberry farm in Sebastopol. I, along with other youth my age, would pick fruit in the summer during the harvest season. For most of us, it was for our school clothes and school supplies. Also, when the harvest was late, the schools would delay sessions until the harvest was done. There were no farm laborers. We youth were the harvest workers. I remember those hot days listening to the popular songs on the radio with the others and, many times, many of us singing along with our favorite songs. I can see there is an element of connection and simple joys as a farm laborer. Many a farm laborer has mentioned that he / she enjoys being on the land and working together.  

The blessings of growing a garden for us all is our connection to the earth and to all life, especially to benefit and support others. We learn to acknowledge that we can not live without the gifts of the earth, i.e., water, air, sun and the land. The land offers us sustenance beyond the functionality for our bodies, that the air and water and light support. The land gives us pleasure, joy, and an emotional connection. When we think of the land, our ego-centric selves relate to where we live or where we are from. But how many of us have a relationship with the environment outside of our humanity? Can we really say we have a relationship with the land itself and the plant, animal and mineral relatives?  My biggest prayer is that our human family may find the desire to come back home to where we belong.

My Anishinaabe mentors and cousins gave the plants a name that I've learned to appreciate; they refer to the plant kingdom as the "standing people". They, like our grand relatives the trees, who for us in the Del Norte region are the redwoods (who my people have referred to as lume or chole depending on the dialect), teach us to focus on the light, the sun. To stand tall and straight as to who we are. They reach for their fullest potential, focusing towards the light to build strength by the only known true factor in their consciousness as the sun (Creator). Why do we humans get so distracted that we miss that focus and yet spend our entire lives seeking that center? Well, I can only speak for myself. Distractions happen maybe because someone indoctrinated us to think we must grow up and be .......... whatever. Or, in order to fit in, we must be a part of this or that. Wouldn't it be novel if there were no guidelines to our path but only inspirational support, thus allowing us to find our genius as natural as nature?

For me, plants are such a blessing, just like children. When they show up, it's because they want to be here. They are not thinking up the scenario. They are blessings, as joyful encounters.

This year as last year, raspberries came prolifically. We canned jelly and jam, gave away raspberries and also made lots of amazing raspberry tea. I urge you to try it this summer if you get a chance. You can use frozen raspberries as well. As a note at the end of this blog, I'll leave the recipe. Enjoy!

As always, we are grateful for what shows up. This year, lettuce was abundant, as well as carrots and beets and sugar peas. We also had a first harvest of potatoes, but the elk ate off the tops, and thus we found small potatoes in this first harvest. We've protected our second crop; it is doing fine right now. Also, those elk, they bit off some artichokes, but it is clear they did not like them and left them on the ground. We know that the elk have been here long before us and that this is also their home. So, learning to live with them is important, and we do. We are continuously learning.

Summer squash is still growing, as well as blueberries and strawberries. Those of us in Del Norte and Humboldt grow berries. They are the best superfoods to eat and they grow well here. They love our environment, and they produce for a long while. Also, if you can, grow hazelnut trees. They are endemic to the region and love it here as well. Californians deeply value oak trees; we natives disapprove of vineyard-related deforestation. Yet many of us don't realize that the California hazelnut tree was prolific here in our state as well. They really can be happy here again. Our hazelnut tree is now giving fruit. It's so exciting!

So, what are we doing about the algae in our fish pond? We put up a large sail that covers the pond. It filters out the strong UV rays and combats the algae blooms. It also protects the fish from that herons that come by to go fishing. We have lost some beloved fish babies in the past. We net the pond in a big dome net in the fall and winter, but we now realize it also needs protection in the summer and spring. 

Finally, I posted a photo I took in the late winter, early spring of 2020, taken at Weitchpec the Yurok Tribal center. My friend Laura White Woods invited me to be her guest at the community's filming of an acorn mush traditional processing documentary. The drive up through that country was amazing, taking us far away from the populace through winding dirt roads into the mountains. It was an honor to be there. My community still holds gatherings in Sonoma County with acorn porridge public invites as well. But this was not for the public. Even in my homeland area, the particular acorns are not as available, or no longer there, or are on someone's private property. So, to see the land still close to what it could have been was humbling for me. My homeland is far removed from what I can envision what was. However, as we know, nothing stays the same. Regardless, I believe that if we can stay conscious of the reality of life and love it regardless, we can move with grace and wisdom through it all.

I pray that we all can hold on and nurture what we cherish and cultivate the spirit of relationship with our planet and so doing with each other.   I believe we can adapt to Mother Earth in the changes that are unfolding. 

Sometimes it's hard to fight the onslaught of fear and anger; we are only human. However, when we do, with intentions to be with the natural world and to be naturally ourselves, we change completely. In Dorothy Maclean's book "To Hear the Angels Sing,"* she shares what the devic spirit of the plant kingdom offers about love:

We simply live in love, like fish in water. You (humans) isolate love; you pick whom to love. Our realm is a sea of love, for our hearts beat to the greatest love of all, Love itself, and our energies go out to all worlds, as the rain falls on the just and the unjust. We could not blend our consciousness if our love were limited. One becomes one with what one loves; this is apparent everywhere. When you love God with all your heart, body, mind and soul, you become one with God and hence with all. When you love only your limited self, you are alone. We know no aloneness. 

(page 159)

Blessings

Diveena

PS:* For those of you who are not familiar with Dorothy Maclean, she was one of the founders of Findhorn in Scotland. I was fortunate to visit the Findhorn community back in the very early 2000s.  I had always acknowledged that the land and life are spiritual, and to go to a community that wasn't Native, that also enacts that, inspired and affirmed my convictions even stronger. 

NOTE:

Raspberry Iced Tea  -  4 to 6 servings (double for more)

Ingredients

• 4 cups water, divided
• 1/2 cup fresh or frozen raspberries
• 1/4 cup granulated sugar (adjust to taste)
• 2 black tea bags (or 4 teaspoons loose-leaf black tea)
• Ice cubes
• Fresh raspberries and mint sprigs, for garnish (optional)
• Lemon slices for garnish (optional)

Instructions

1. In a medium saucepan, combine 1/2 cup of water and the raspberries.
2. Place the saucepan over medium heat and bring the mixture to a gentle simmer. Let it simmer for about 8-10 minutes, stirring occasionally, until the raspberries break down.
3. Stir in the granulated sugar until completely dissolved. Continue to simmer for another 2-3 minutes, allowing the syrup to thicken slightly. Taste and adjust sweetness as needed.
4. Remove from heat and let cool slightly. Place a fine-mesh sieve over a heatproof bowl or jar. Pour the raspberry mixture through the sieve, pressing down on the solids to extract as much juice as possible. Discard the raspberry seeds and pulp.
5. Let the raspberry syrup cool completely before using. Store in an airtight container in the refrigerator for up to a week.
6. Bring the remaining 3 cups of water to a boil in a kettle or saucepan.
7. Place the black tea bags (or loose leaf tea in a tea infuser) in a heatproof pitcher or large teapot. Pour the boiling water over the tea-bags.
8. Let the tea steep for 3-5 minutes, depending on your preference.
9. Remove the teabags (or tea infuser) from the pitcher.
10. Allow the brewed tea to cool to room temperature. You can speed up the cooling process by placing the pitcher in the refrigerator for a while.
11. Pour the cooled black tea into a large pitcher. Add the cooled raspberry syrup to the pitcher.
12. Stir the tea and syrup together 
13. Fill the pitcher with ice cubes.
14. Taste the iced tea and adjust the sweetness and raspberry flavor as needed. If it’s too strong, add more water. If it’s not sweet enough, add more raspberry syrup.
15. Pour the raspberry iced tea into glasses filled with ice. Garnish with fresh raspberries, mint sprigs, and lemon slices, if desired.

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Looking towards that 4th Hill

 

Greetings and many blessings to us all as we embark on this transiting season. As I take a moment to recognize our journey thus far this year, I ponder on the significance that this time of year holds for me. It symbolizes the need for peace. I don't know if everyone feels that way similarly, but I yearn for a tranquil time in the days to come. Despite the obstacles we face, as we face the remaining end of our year, I believe we endeavor to hold on to the joys of summer and revive their essence in the waning times we travel in. 

I reflect on my indigenous ancestors and their philosophy towards harmony and peace. During the treaty-making era, from an Indigenous perspective, treaty protocol was a sincere act of harmonious and peaceful intentions with the Europeans. For Indigenous people and their high concern for relationship building, it was a sacred contract. Such contract endeavors where considered highly honored, similar to the marriage contract that some of us still respect.  However, European objectives were quite different. 

Through the European perspective, peace methods were only used if it was cheaply obtainable.   If there seemed to be more time-consuming efforts needed for negotiations (which usually involves some costs), then violence and force are the likely means of confrontation. 

Unfortunately, our society has powerfully developed such colonial methods through its dominance. Despite its ubiquity, some of us still desire to practice means of peace and harmony. 

So, how do we create or hold on to the peace from an indigenous perspective in our world today?  Looking at the Medicine Wheel, fall's seasonal position on the wheel reflects the growth cycle of becoming a mature human being. A mature human being is one that is constantly becoming as the medicine wheel continues to turn. Each season offers potential growth and always honors the cycles of birth, learning, maturity, and wisdom. All cycles are beautiful, significant, and profound. They equate to everything in life, especially here on Earth. We can also look at the significance of the life cycle of a human being, the preciousness of new life and the astounding wonder of the newly born being and its innate intelligence of identity from its very beginnings. Its a wondrous experience being in the presence of new life. From a new beginning, if we are fortunate to be born into a community that honors life and its relationships, we can grow and learn with others, experiencing the journey together in love and support. Through bonding, we eventually want to make a clearing on the pathway of life to honor those that have been the way showers to us all in respect.

The admiration and the journey towards honoring the way showers is the road towards maturity. The mantle of maturity reflects this season. It is a transitional season where we readily learn to put aside childish behavior and activities and embrace a place of reflection in the mind and heart. Through vision quests, sweats, ceremony, and seeking mentoring from Elders, we have long established a purpose and meaning to life. It is now a passage of moving forward to a higher plateau of adulthood that honors the Elders. When we are willing, we step into the process to prepare to follow in their esteemed footsteps. 

There are many elders today because of modern science's capabilities to extend life. However, there are few Elders who have held onto the principles and way of life that hold millennium of teachings regarding living hinaak towis hennak a good life on Earth.  Though they are still here, they need the Auntie's and Uncles who are the ones who are honoring them and who also strive to show the way as well. Despite the colonial context, the Aunties and Uncles hold wuskippa (respect) towards their traditions as they support their Elders.  They are the ones working hands-on within the culture.  They are learning to be good examples to the younger generations.  

Anishinaabe Basil Johnson's story in Ojibway Heritage illustrates the four hills of life from a vision he had.  In his vision each hill of life presents many difficulties.  The first hill where our babies and little ones must climb for life reveals that not all make it up to the top.  From those that do, even fewer ones can reach the crest as they climb that hill from childhood.  From those that make it to the third hill, are where we may find our possible aunties and uncles. From this climb, there are even fewer that make it to the top.  The very last hill is by far the hardest to reach. Elders are so honored, for they sustain the principles that the striving Aunties and Uncles value. The Elders are the Aunties and Uncles best advocates and promoters because they want them to make it to the top of their hills to sustain the values and wisdom for those that come after.

My friends who are on the third hill of your life season... Allow this seasonal spirit to help you take on the mantle of your value.  Share your stories, especially to those you hold dear, and who look up to you. Embrace mortality and do what you can to remain healthy for as long as you can, because you are needed. This season is a reminder that we are closer to death than to birth. Therefore, facing its reality brings that truth with maturity that honors each season of life. Remember, most importantly, as we continue to climb, it is less weary when we work with forgiveness. Sure, we can carry grudges through midlife, but do we want to enforce rigidity further through our bones and skin, aging us rapidly when we are sixty and onward?  Such a climb would be like pulling along a heavy rubbish bin with us?  As we let that go, we learn what it means to be a source of blessing and what blessings really mean.  And most of all, climb in sincerity and with earnest. Thus we will understand how to mentor instead of teach. Mentoring is not running things or offering to be a leader.  Mentoring is sincerely supporting and being an advocate.

From an Indigenous Elder, don't wait. Consciously take up the climb and share your journey and celebrate the endeavor.

Blessings Always

Diveena

Mid Winter Season's Reflections: Remembering Relationship

This blog has been sitting in my bones for some time. With midwinter consciousness around me, I want to reach for illumination. I want to write something of promise and with inspiration. However, the rain and dark clouds make it difficult to find motivation and anticipation for the upcoming season here in north coastal California.

Thus, when my motivation wanes and I have a loss of direction and purpose, I can always find an incentive when my thoughts turn towards my ancestors and reflect upon their journey and histories. The seasons always guided my ancestors, just as the seasons direct me to pay attention to the earth’s voices. Unfortunately, most of us in settler society today pay little attention to transitional experiences. We direct our thoughts far ahead of us on our Earth walk. But when I place my attention on the Earth, my thoughts are not ahead of me. They are here in the present moment. I find I am addressing the relationships I have with the land and the immediate environment in which I live. This wisdom comes so much easier when I can explore more on the land, instead of looking out as the winter spirit has a firm hold on all our lives.

So what do I do when I can’t easily connect to the land and Mother Earth? Well, that did not stop my ancestors. The elements were not foes, but part of their lives that they lived. Like our brothers and sisters of the animal kingdom, they are part of the elements. Even with a changing season, many come out to acknowledge and greet it. There was such a different attitude towards change amongst the ancestors compared to our modern humans. Today, it is easy to assess that change is uncomfortable or an unwilling dance partner. Who wants to get soaked to the bone in the cold winter while trying to have a relationship with the land? I must remind myself that a relationship is not just an exalted moment where a merging of energies and consciousness may come together. Relationship is also about working together to build something that has meaning and longevity. Though seasons may seem transient, they never are. They consistently return, and that is a certainty. Perhaps many of us have taken an attitude of being transient and mobile too flippantly that we lose the connections that help us understand the value of what building relationships means. Therefore, I make myself get out on the land, even though it is pouring rain. I prefer to check the weather during its emotional moments, but I visit the greenhouse. I examine the old planting boxes to determine what maintenance they need and explore for potential new life in areas where perennials live. Most of all, I rejoice and thank all those plant relatives that have returned to be with me. Otherwise, I lose the flow of contact, and before long I don’t understand what has happened and discover plant relatives that may have needed help on winter’s journey are no longer there. Then, I am deeply saddened and guilt-ridden for the neglect. I don’t like to feel like that.

Transitional awareness (such as what I have minimally gleaned), directed my ancestors to reunite and place their efforts in intentional consciousness through ceremony. Through ceremony, we gain awareness of what is and what lives in the hearts of all participants.

Chief Caleen Sisk of the Winnemen Wintu explained to me about ceremony:

Well, it brings people together. Getting ourselves ready to show up to represent those things that we heard and feel as our sacred tradition.  I think it comes about within the heart in ceremony that a lot of people realize what they can do.  _ (Sisk)  

Dr. Dan Longboat Mohawk scholar and personal mentor:

Ceremony and storytelling are agents that inspired inner consciousness within our human lives and world, rather than its contemporary value place upon it from the dominant society for the primary use of entertainment and/or propaganda.  _ (Longboat)

In Routledge to Native American Literature Part IV Traditions, in my contribution Indigenous Hermeneutics through Ceremony; I offer a personal experience of ceremony:

I fasted with four other women when I apprenticed with Elder Edna Manitowabi.  All of us participating came into the fasting camp with different intentions and from different communities.  Despite that, when it was over, there was a transformational spiritual link that I do not believe will ever be broken between us. I also believe that the spiritual experience deepens our identity and personal power with Spirit, which incites a rededication or responsibility to the community and to Mother Earth. _ (Marcus)

I provide these insights to demonstrate the enduring significance indigenous peoples attach to ceremony.  Ceremony is a ritualistic event with purpose. Ceremonies have the power to reveal the contents of our hearts, that we often overlook due to our lack of stillness.  Perhaps we do meditate, but most of us meditate to feel better and to help calm ourselves within this highly energetic society in which we live. As in most civilized and highly populated societies, meditation became necessary in order to cope with the industrialization of their environment.  

For most indigenous peoples, there was no need for meditation because their environment and society did not divorce them from a life-force generating Spirit of Mother Earth.  The wonder of life’s spirit was powerful.  Perhaps if we watch the 2009 Avatar film by James Cameron, there is an animated depiction of this idea where the life-force is visible in magnificent colors.  I know some folks can see such a phenomenon.  However, seeing was not as important as perceiving, honoring, and supporting the relationship to all life forces that we are all a part of. 

In a society that many of us live, individuals rely on meditation and prayer as tools to handle social challenges and to find solace amidst the chaos and constant distractions. However, if we turn to an Indigenous perspective, meditation is not to have an empty mind, but to make intentional time to encourage a direct line of connection to the Creators, (and what my Santee/Sioux friend Scott Frasier would say, “the pulse of the universe”), in order that we can take part in the dance of creation on our planet. We are not trying to fight or divorce ourselves from the spirit of the world, rather to co-create with Mother Earth so that we can contribute to supporting all life.

This very participation in procreation brings with it certain responsibilities and understandings that must be maintained, the kinds of understandings that today we call an “ecological compact or spiritual ecology? (Greg Cajete)

If we wish to truly take part, then we must come to it with supplication and reverence or what many of us would refer to as respect. Curiosity does not do it. If fact, once this experience truly happens, it impacts us. We can never return to our previous state of self-centeredness. This change allows us to live by a code of ethics and standards that no other book outside of us can dictate. It is a living truth. People who valued the visions established protocols that embody this integrity as a way of life. For some in indigenous communities across our planet, these protocols and lifeways have lasted for thousands of years. 

Spiritual and intellectual integrity is achieved on Turtle island by the interplay of human and more-than-human consciousness.  (Sheridan and Longboat 365)

We can not be impacted unless we temper ourselves by finding our place of belonging where we are. Indigenous spiritual knowledge originates from the natural world, which is all highly spiritual. This knowledge is inherent within the cosmological indigenous culture. I believe indigenous knowledge is our planet Earth’s code of ethics, and guides us to understand laws of the universe. Hence, reflection and making the time and space for re-cultivating the relationships that give life back to us is imperative for each and everyone’s survival and towards living fulfilling lives. What is that song of yesteryear? Love the one you’re with. It starts where we are, in the presence of living relationships. We may have many social media friends, but do we truly connect? Or are we becoming distracted from connecting to purposeful relations? A question to be asked is what is really meaningful in our lives? Most of us know. We all want to be blessed with living, loving relationships. We want relationships that are experienced in our personal lives that allow our 5 senses (and more if possible) to be shared intimately here and now, in present time and space, together. It is up to our willingness to make actual relationships that help us make choices to cultivate living love in our lives so we can rejoice in living a hinaak towis hennak (a good life). In the eyes of my Anishinabe cousins, it is important for us to battle the Wetiko, the darkness that pulls us away from mental clarity and well-being. Fear in our society takes us away from each other. When we make a commitment to live and seek love first, we make the choice to living now. We can gain clarity and we will have focus. There will be no room for distractions.

Traditional Indigenous people believe we have benefitted from this beautiful world and we are part of its evolution. Much like the spiritual and transformational bond I have with my fasting sisters, we humans have become bonded to each other and to the rest of the non-human peoples in our earthly environment through our living relational experiences.  _ (Marcus)

When we live a purposefully directed life, genuine relationships happen. There is a bond that is completely meaningful and beautiful. I believe that is what we all are living for. In midwinter, many indigenous peoples came together and still do, to honor and celebrate their time here on Mother Earth. We never know when things will change. For my indigenous ancestors, they did not experience wars (until the invasion of settlers), but they had natural environmental challenges. Perhaps the environment must go through changes that may affect our lives. In modern society, our lives can change through economic and social impacts. However difficult it may have been, if we are here now and have some precious ones (vegetable, animal, mineral and/or human) in our lives, we are blessed. We honor those that are still with us as well as those who have been our mentors and have left us memories and legacies. We also look at our spiritual lives and reflect upon the power of the Earth and the divine Great Mystery of the universe that holds together all our lives. Hence, we also reflect and rededicate our life path to hold a stronger bond to our Earth walk and with the commitment to living a hinaak towis hennak, a good life that will enhance our life ways and others.  

I pray these last days of winter may help us come to a place of clarity as we reflect on our connection to the Creators. Ceremonially, may we reflect on what we truly want that cultivates love and meaning. May we make ceremony to come together with our loved ones. May we rediscover family. With such a foundation, the dawn always breaks through the darkness.

Muyye Weyya

Diveena

Citations:

Marcus, Diveena. Indigenous Hermenutics through Ceremony; Song, Language and Dance. The Routledge Companion to Native American Literature. New York, NY: Routledge, 2016

Longboat, Dan. Introduction to Indigenous Food Systems. Trent University, Ontario, Canada. 12 Feb. 2013 Lecture.

Sheridan, Joe & Dan Longboat. The Haudenosaunee Imagination and the Ecology of the Sacred Space and Culture 9. 4(2006): 365-81

Sisk, Caleen. Personal interview. Siskiyou County, California. 18 Sept. 2014.  

Balance, Regeneration and Rebirth

Native American Thunderbird

Many blessings in consciousness to us all.  Many apologies for this very delayed blog connection.

Finally, we are traveling well in our first year of neutrality after our covid confinement. It has still been a era of change for us.  Last month we went through the covid initiation. Marcus was well within 2 weeks, I after a month.  Despite taking a complete month of rest out of my daily life pattern, I find it has been a blessing. I have been told by my physicians that my resistance is higher now regarding the pathogens, but for me, I truly paid attention to my reflective time that the situation offered to me. It offered me a reexamination of how I was living.  (I am sure it coalesced with the 2 years of covid isolation as well).  

At present I can truly relate to our relatives the sun and the moon and their recent phenomenal journey that occurred on October 14, 2023 through North and South America. The 2023 annular solar eclipse.  We have dubbed the name that the social drama has given to their journey as the Ring of Fire eclipse.In In actuality; we observe a ring of light in all annular eclipses. A ring of "fire" is radiating out of a dark black orb.  The ring of rays are of the sun.  The dark black orb is the moon, and we as humans see it this way from the pathway of its journey on the planet we live on, Earth.  We, as humans, are very much a part of this phenomenon.

A solar eclipse happens only on a new moon. There are at least 12 new moons a year, so why would an eclipse be a rarity? The path traveled by both the sun and the moon must be in perfect alignment. Simultaneously, the moon must be on or very near a lunar node. (nodes are where the moon passes along the Earth's orbital plane). And ... the moon must be apogee (the farthest)  from the Earth for the ray/light/fire to be visible to our observation. We never see a new moon unless there is an eclipse.  

There are 3 types of eclipses: total, partial and annular.  

A total eclipse is when the moon covers the sun completely, and day becomes night. Its pathway is shorter and its pathway narrower, approximately 9000 miles long and 90 miles wide.  So it is not totally everywhere.

A partial eclipse is when the moon covers part of the sun's light. The sun, moon and earth are not in perfect alignment and the moon looks like it took a bite out of the sun. Partial eclipses are virtually unnoticeable because of the sun's brightness. 

An Annualar eclipse is when the moon covers the sun but is apogee and thus the ring of sun flares can be visible on Earth. The annular eclipse is rare since the moon, sun and Earth rarely fall into perfect alignment and the moon's distance does not always allow the flares to be seen distinctly.  The eclipse pathway is narrow and shorter as well, but varies again because of the distance of the moon to the Earth. 

The recent Ring of Fire Annular Eclipse that North and South America experienced on October 14, 2023 had a visible pathway affecting humans on Earth from Eugene Oregon, down through the tip of northeastern California, Nevada passing through Elko, south to Richmond Utah, Albuquerque New Mexico, then through San Antonio Texas onto South America. In South America: Eastern Mexico, the coast of Belize, eastern Honduras, half of Nicaragua, the coast of Costa Rica, central Panama, central Columbia and centrally swooping through Brazil. 

We were not in alignment within the eclipse pathway here in Crescent City, CA.  However, that does not suggest that we are not part of the phenomenon. 

Now that we've looked at the scientific phenomenon of the solar eclipse, I must shift gears to illuminate on how many indigenous peoples view the sacred moments when our galaxy and the universe make their presence known in our lives.

Predominantly viewed from a North American perspective, when the sun and moon and our planet come together, that spiritual conjunction is monumental and an extremely sacred moment. For many indigenous peoples, they take the moment of the phenomenon to be in an honoring mode.  

When I inject the word "honor" I mean it to be used as "reverent". When we are reverent, we take our personal pleasures and ego out of the picture. We become serious and respectful to our environment and to those who we share it with. For many of my indigenous relatives, we pray. We speak of the blessings in our lives and we offer our gratitude with thoughtful thanksgiving for being part of this magnificent universe in which we live.

There are still some cultures today that hold ceremony to honor such phenomena. And mostly, the observance is like any religious observance, fasting (no food or water) praying and, like in many Native American ceremonies, staying awake in participation of the event until the duration of the eclipse is complete. 

Many Indigenous peoples see an eclipse as a renewal and a regeneration of energy and spirit. The sun and moon are recharging and resetting themselves to what is coming ahead. There are legends within North American indigenous cultures that state that the sun, (especially in a solar eclipse) is going through a death process and the moon is supporting its resurrection. Some have ancient legends that suggest that the sun and moon are coming together to mate, a suggestion that offers creation/regeneration and a new beginning in the heavens and in our world. Both concepts suggest that the occurrence does not induce immediate effects, but ones that will develop. 

Indigenous peoples feel that conjunctive energies within the sun and moon are shifting energy on earth and in the atmosphere. Staying humble and withdrawn allows such happenings to settle before exposure to the outer environment.

It is interesting that the image of the Thunderbird comes to mind for me. The Thunderbird, for Native Americans, is a supernatural being of great power.  In many Native American legends, the Thunderbird has dominion of the weather and also the upper western world, where many of such beings of power live. The sound of its wings is thunder, and the flash of his eyes is lightning. We all know that after thunder we will find lightning and after lightning, mostly there is rain and or storm.

When I was studying and living in Ontario, Canada, my Anishinabe mentors told me the Thunderbird's significance to them. The Thunderbird warns us to be indoors and protected, as change is coming to the land. Thunderbird is a protector of life and its presence comes to help to balance evil/negative energies. Rain, thunder, lightning are all tangible symbols of great supernatural phenomena. For me, the Thunderbird reflects that image of the power and significance of the omnipotent energies of the sun and moon together, that as so significant to the earth's survival. What comes out of that conjunction just may be the Thunderbirds's spirit metaphorically.  There can be a great presence of life renewed in the coming times up to about 6 months, or there can be massive changes that such a powerful presence in weather and natural occupances take place in order to help balance life on sacred Mother Earth.

I pray that during the season of the West, traveling to the North brings us a reflection of honor and reverence so that we can heed the guidance of the Creators.

Muyye Weyya

Diveena

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The Mysterious Powers of the East

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Spring Greetings and blessings. I know we’ve been underway in our 2023 spring season. However, Mother Earth and her nature ensemble have kept us here in California in seasonal suspense. We are slowly being introduced to a new season in far north coastal California country. However, Spring Equinox came and went without too much notice as our days have been a continuum of winter with a few clouds parting enabling us to catch some moments with our grand relative the sun. We are still waiting for more.

Many cultures across the globe observe vernal equinox as a major eventful day.  Ancient celebrations in the east, in particular Nowruz in Iran, have been a practise for 3000 years, perhaps stemming from Babylonian traditions.  In India is the Vishnu spring festivals. In the far east, such as Japan, Shubun is the spring celebration. Also, is the Korean Cherry blossom festival. Maslenitsa is a major observance that is associated with Easter in Russia and the Ukraine, even with snow presence there are always festivities.  Christians observe Easter to herald in Spring, and the emergence of blooms activates an awareness of the season’s change, i.e. tulip festivals in Norway and Canada and Lavender festivals in France. All this excitement is the honoring of an actual new year on the planet alongside all our relatives (plant, animal, mineral, and human).

For my indigenous ancestral relatives, we awaited the wild strawberries on the hills in north central California. Actually, the timing of the strawberry emergence was typically late April, early May.  Thus true spring for my ancestors was about a month after the logistical Equinox.  I was told the hills would glisten with carpets of red berries. Today, we either grow them in our own gardens or purchase them at the market.  However, before my community celebrants could eat them, we held the annual strawberry ceremonies and festival. During the ceremony, we were each given a strawberry towards the end of the ceremony and then the festivities and feasting began. The strawberry represented the emergence of a new life and the promise of a new life within all of us. So no matter what was of loss or unhappiness in the past that we traversed through the winter, we started over with a new chance in life in the spring. For my ancestors, this is the power of the East, the energy of spring.  A new beginning and birth to a new life of beauty and joyfulness.

When I speak of energy, that energy is the Life Force residing in and upon Mother Earth.  Without that mysterious (my ancestors so honored with deep respect "the Divine") gift of Mother Earth we would have no ability to live.  I understand scientists are scrambling to find other planets to sustain us human once we finish using up our Earth's resources and gifts. What I do not understand is why do we humans not take care of the perfect place that beautifully and naturally offers everything we need to survive as well as thrive? Or as my ancestors called Hinaak Towis Hennak, To live a good life.  We all could live a very good life here with no lack for anyone "if" we could hold this Divine mystery sacred.

The spirit of the mother, and her divine right as a woman to bring forth and support life is a great mystery.  My ancestors held the highest position in our community for the women.  Our women's bodies are sacred.  Yes, there are scientific methods for growing test-tube babies.  However, the fetus can not emerge into the world as a human being without living within the miraculous nurturing womb to be given the blessings of a human being.  No one can replace our women and the gifts they bestow upon humanity.  These gifts are not just a body to incubate our offspring.  There is an ability to nurture, love, care and to even sacrifice the ego for the wellbeing of others. I also believe that the spirit of the women's nurturing body and its connection to the life force of the planet as well as the emerging spirit of the child with its first breath, all are in sync to produce life together. Yes, we all have choice and we can go against such attributes.  Nonetheless, I am so very grateful that many women have chosen to support the sacred aspects of their gender.  I am also grateful that celebrating our mothers continues to take place in our exoteric colonial secularized society unbeknowest of its deepest profound mystery.

From an Indigenous perspective, I advocate that our mothers, and the women of our race are to be cherished and loved.  We do not understand the mystery of our lives coming into this world.  Yes, we may have on an esoteric consciousness to chose to come into this world on a certain day, and time and year to certain parents and place. However, no matter how powerful we may think we are, we are not the sole participants in creating our experience on our planet Earth.  There are the mysteries of others and their journey and their willingness to come together with the force of life that comes into alignment with the life force of all involved.  I find it an amazing journey, mystery and wondrous realization that we are here, now on this amazingly beautiful and magnificent planet that we can call home.  

On Mother's Day I pray we acknowledge our beautiful home on Mother Earth.  Do a blessing, be with her, and most importantly learn to honor each other, and our blessedness of being a part of humanity as we know it.  

My indigenous Eldes have told many stories that align with prophesy.  One is that our Mother Earth will be here a long time, long after we all are gone.  However, human beings have not been here on Mother Earth as long as our other brothers and sisters in the mineral, plant and animal kingdoms.  There have been other types of races, perhaps similar to humans.  But they did not last long as well because they did not honor and care first for the planet, or each other but rather foremost themselves.  How do we learn to change from our egocentric selves?

Come back to Earth, the Great mystery and the blessed honor of the mother.  

Muyye Weyya

Diveena

PS: My first powwow I attended in my California homelands brought in by outside Native Americans. (California Indigenous peoples did not do powwows or publically danced).  However, things change and if it is fun, why not?  We did not eat fried bread either.  However, at that first powwow, fried bread was sold in concessions with strawberries and whipped cream.  We easily included fried bread in that context.  Try it sometime.

Signs of Maturity

 

Jedediah National Forest

Muyye Weyya,

Many blessings!  As I write this blog, it is during the final days of summer.  We at our northwestern California coastal front are enjoying most lovely weather.  Not the usual scenario.  The winds pick up during these times and the weather is cold.  This year I did not have enough energy and stamina to work our traditional Indigenous garden area by hand, where we plant our winter squash, beans and corn.  It was a long winter with much rain, more than our share from last year.  Hence, our season has been late.  So I guess I can understand our later summer.  However, there have been no winds and this year I did not plant any of my favorite mammoth sun flowers.  One problem I have with them is I have to stake them deeply in the earth because our strong coastal winds will blow them down. (Our sunflowers get to be 11 feet or more tall). This year no winds and no sunflowers, whom I truly miss.  Regardless, I paid heed to installing more flowers for our visiting pollinators, and they were very happy this year.  Many hummingbirds, moths, butterflies, dragonflies, birds and bees came to visit, and they not only like the flowers but the pond as well. Despite the damp climate we have here, nature loves water features and water in general.

Each year the seasons are mysterious, and I suppose that is the intrigue of the garden.  I continue to learn from the land every time.  Some plants relatives that are supposed to grow here don't want to show up.  Our tobacco that I planted last year, didn't want to visit, but this year decided out of the blue to show up  unannounced amongst our broccoli and brussels sprouts. Gardening for me, is like having children, you can't expect anything but accept them.  Some of them may be amazing producers and then others have to be quite coaxed along.  I had planted 3 zucchini plants. One is an over producer that almost took over the entire bed, another was first to give up babies but petered out early, (though I told her she was doing great and still so welcomed to be in my garden).  She still brings forth a youngster now and then.  And then there is a tiny little thing that the flowers seem to over protect it.  It doesn't seem to want to have babies and that's OK by me.  I am just so glad it showed up.

And as I grow along with the land here, I realize I must change to adapt to it. Therefore, I am preparing myself for next spring's gardening in all the garden areas with a tiller.  It has been many years I refused to bring machinery onto the land but if I am to sustain my life with a continued relationship with the land, I also must change when I need to.   We have only cultivated 1/3 of the area that we live on the land so that we do not drive away any original neighbors. We reserve a small patch of living area that we gate so that Auggie (our family Doxie) has domain and the intruding Racoons and Bear, Coyote or Cougar actually have kept us at bay since he's claimed his yard.  Oh, they come and visit, but there is no intrusion in comparison to when we first arrived.  Thanks to Auggie.  We are so grateful to him.  All our fur family members are so valuable.  

I think back on the early settlers who came to California and changed the landscape from grasslands to grazing lands for cattle.  Such a change brought the demise to our natural wetlands, where so many waterfowl made homes and immense indigenous eco systems thrived.  This change continued by developing and industrial colonists, bringing their designs and homeland invasive plants and animals into the natural indigenous habitat.  They did not intend to live amongst but to colonist the region. To make it theirs and to change the region to what they are used to. The earth loses her stamina from the support of her many environmental relatives that the flooding/drought, and climactic changes that our society knows quite well now, has become prominent every season in California.

I apologize for the history lesson. I am just in reflection as the season prompts me. According to the Elders who share teachings of the Medicine Wheel, autumn (omchu walli), from my matriarchal Tamalko language, speak of the maturation time.  It is the time when the human being learns to transition into an adult.  For most of us, it's hard to let go of the summer.  Many of us have memories of going on vacations and visiting family and/or relatives we hadn't seen.  I remember summer at home in northern California, and spending time with relatives going to Bodega Bay starting with early morning sea weed gathering and cooking our breakfast and meals for the day on the beach.  We all made great memories together.  My immediate family also took our summer vacations visiting my father's relatives who live in San Diego.  It was fabulous, going to the beaches there, fishing at night for grunions, visiting the San Diego zoo, and after-dinner story telling by my uncle and great uncle.  And of course, playing with my cousins that we hadn't seen for the entire year. 

But, when the crest of fall emerges, all the fun ends, and it's back to school, work and schedules. At least that was the perspective of a child.

However, from an adult, the vision is to come home again, to embrace the inner family once more. I see it as an acknowledgement of all the blessings we have in our lives, from our own children and homes to the relationships that support and sustain us on all levels of valued existence. Here in our inner circle, we take the time, as many say, to "batten down the hatches" to make or reestablish our secure foundations.  

The autumnal season allows us to reflect on what we have and what is important to use for the caring and sustenance of our lives and for those we love. So I guess we get a little more serious about things.  As the Elders remind us that fall is the adult season.  We grow up and take responsibility for our lives and those who need our care.  I always think about the autumnal season as a reclamation of who we are and making right again our walk upon the earth.  It is a time when we are more conscious of our actions and words.  When we have a deliberate consciousness of ways of being within our inner circle, we are then matured enough to follow suit outside among the rest of our relatives.

We at LUTEA begin our Medicine Wheel Wellbriety workshop during the fall season. I am always ready for the reflective work during the fall.   Internally I am really ready, but everything else doesn't respond as quickly but it follows eventually.  It usually takes about a month for us all to get to know eachother and to get familiar with indigenous practices and methods.  By then we are immersed into the autumnal season and very aware of our internal journey and thus have the strength and courage to walk upon the Red Road towards further growth and wisdom.

I believe we have the opportunity and are intuitively susceptible as creatures of the earth to be most aware of learning at this reflexive season.  The Earth continues to process life this season, even though the flowers slowly die, and the fruit of the vine have been harvested, leaving the debris to decompose. The smells of the process arise from the earth and they prompt us to be aware once again to new experiences.  Stark contrasts of darkening days, are the backdrops to vibrant hues of reds, golds, and coppery burnt oranges amid various shades of green and intermingling purples and reds. It is a rich world of a deeper awareness that those that have a mind and heart to appreciate the chance to touch a journey towards wisdom will understand. 

Imaging the richness of colors and earthy smells of the dampening lands reminds me of my favorite vegetable, the American indigenous winter squash.  Yes, I miss their presence in my garden this year, but I am grateful that I can still find pumpkins in our local farmers market.  So many autumnal foods honor our pumpkin relative from soups, pastas, appetizers, (i.e. pumpkin sage gnocchi and pumpkin ravioli that I love), and so many desserts and treats.  My favorite that I continue to make through the years is a pumpkin bread.  This bread is so moist and flavorful.  When I enjoy it with a favorite cup of tea, I am reminded of the warmth of home.  I am sharing my recipe with you in hopes you will make it sometime this season.  

PUMPKIN BREAD

2 cups of pumpkin (canned or fresh cooked) I usually roast mine 

1 cup of melted salted butter

3/4 cup of water

4 eggs

3 2/3 cups of flour

2 1/4 cups sugar

1 1/2 teaspoon of salt

1 teaspoon of nutmeg

2 teaspoons of cinnamon

2 teaspoons of baking powder

1 cup of raisins (I use golden raisins reminding me of the sun)

1 cup of chopped nuts (walnuts or pecans)

Blend the pumpkin, butter, water, and eggs until mixed.  Add the flour, sugar, salt nutmeg, cinnamon, and baking soda. Then add the raisins and nuts.  Pour your mixture into a greased and floured loaf pan.  Bake at 350 degrees F for 1 hour or until golden brown.  At times, I push a toothpick in the center just to make sure it's not sticky.  

Enjoy with your favorite cup of tea.

If you ever attend our monthly meditation session, we can share a cup of tea/coffee and take time to sample something from my kitchen, perhaps even my pumpkin bread.

Perhaps it is still too early, but when the nip of fall comes to us, let the blessings of tea time be in our lives more often.  Having tea was such an enjoyable pastime I wholeheartedly took part in the British Isles.  Tea time was often and whenever one had a moment to pause in the day.  Pauses are valuable in life.  Like a pause when a musician plays music, there is a slight lift from the movement and then a return to the flow of the piece. (peace?) Such pauses are never intended to break us away from life but to give a moment to look into it in a reposed setting. I like to think that's what the birds do when they drop into our pond and flitter so slightly in the water, refreshing their moment.  For they come back several times in an afternoon.  Who says we can't take as many breaks as we need?

So, my friends, as we head back into the flow of the haven/home/foundation of our relational world, let's please feel quite grand that we are moving into that realm of responsible choices.  Perhaps after we re account all that we have to work with as we journey into autumn, we may think a bit more cautiously. However, we are blessed, blessed to be here as human-beings able to live in our homeland of the Great Beautiful Mother Earth.  And, yes, we will make some serious decisions now and again, but we are also learning to care for our wellness in a good (lovely/pleasant) way.  As we continue this way of living a good life, we can come together and share warm moments of love and gratitude with eachother and a good cup of tea.

Hinaak Towis Hennak Weyya

Diveena

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What is Hinnak Towis Henaak?

I awaken this morning to the acknowledgement that today is St. Patrick's Day.  The feast day in the Catholic religious tradition that honors Ireland's patron saint.  Feast days are not actually days of feasting.  Feast days are a religious and traditional practise in honor of a sacred moment or person (usually martyrs) that instills our connection to the Divine. The practise is much like Indigenous ceremonial observances. Indigenous traditional observances are seasonal and land based, they are acknowledgements of blessings and also hardships.  Indigenous traditional ceremonies last over a weekend up to 10 days.  Catholic Feast days last from one day to an average of a week.  The traditional Christmas feast observance was 12 days.  Our Christian observance of Easter was traditionally a week.  Contemporary society has shortened our days of feasting from a week to a typical day.  In traditional indigenous ceremonial practises, the duration of ceremonial days has stayed the same.  However, fewer community members take part.  Whereas, in the dominant society, the one day celebration has become secularized and most of the population takes part in their own manner.   

We return to St. Patrick.  The day that is observed is March 17 of any year, and is the commemoration of St. Patrick's death. Originally, he is honored for his miracles and what his efforts to bring Christianity to Ireland had done for the church. However, in the contemporary context, the general celebration is honoring the Irish peoples' heritage and culture.  

To put it plainly, celebrations are about heritage and culture.  They bring us together.  They help us to heal. 

So my question on writing this blog is What is Hinnak Towis Hennaak?  Hinnak towis henaak is a manner of wellness addressed in my California matriarchal ancestral language,Tamal Machchawko (Coast Miwok).  It literally translates to make/have a good life. For most indigenous peoples, making/having a good life is being well. A good life is wholeness and that wholeness for many of us is based and held together by culture, relatives, family/friends and our histories together that make up a heritage.  

We heal when we can come together in a good way.  We heal when we can establish good relationships with the land, ourselves in the world, our families and friends and what we do as we walk upon the Earth.  When we are well and good, many miracles can take place in our lives and the everyday occurrences are immense blessings, much aligned with St. Patrick and his legacy in the Irish community. 

From both a Christian and Indigenous perspective, miracles are the blessings that our connections to a spiritual consciousness and wellness establish in our lives.

We all have a heritage that connects us to our Mother Earth and to a specific region that can bestow to us knowledge and vitality, just as our relatives, the Irish and Indigenous people understand.  

Hinnak towis henaak, is a complete, well-rounded consciousness that is embedded in our minds, heart and hands.  How we think, how we feel, and what we do with ourselves stem from this consciousness.

Spring brings our sleepy, wintery awareness back to the land and to the world.  Once the sun shines brightly, we can not ignore its presence and neither can our plant relatives. When we learn to acknowledge them, we can learn to have relationships with them.  

After the long winter, I know I am ready to work on eating more fresh foods that the land offers in abundance locally, and I can take better care of my digestive system.  

From the onset of our new year 2022, I've returned to some of my old practises.  One is sourdough bread baking research, and kombucha brewing.  Both practices incorporate fermentation production. 

Sourdough loaves

First of the year's Kombucha batch

Indigenous peoples always included fermentation methods in their foods. Basically, most of the fermented foods we eat today were introduced only recently by folks who appreciate cultural traditional foods and know the benefits.  Yogurt is a traditional food in the Himalayas and in India for millennia.  Kimchee is traditional, and used for centuries in Korea.  Even in aboriginal California, acorns have also been fermented, especially in the high north country.  The Karuk continue to practise the processing of the fermented acorn dish called Pish. Those of us that have Eastern European connections enjoy sauerkraut, another example of fermented food.  European and Mediterranean foods such as pickled beets, onions, peppers, etc. continue to be on appetizer tables and eaten before meals to aid in digestion.  

Pish Acorns

As we age, our digestion requires more attention, especially if we have not incorporated the habit of eating fermented foods.  I have many friends who, in the aging process, can not eat what they used to because of digestive concerns.  I have always been sensitive to bread, pastas, and red sauces.  Even more so as I have been aging.  Hence, the fermented foods are a welcome into my palate.  I am working to have my husband embrace them as well.  I will not bore you will all the benefits of fermented foods.  We are in the information age and a click away will do the trick. 

Again, the process of fermentation takes time.  If anyone has home brewed, you understand you will not get results immediately.  The process is learning to have patience with a step by step routine.  

When I make sourdough, I usually set up in my calender, every two weeks for the process.  I make two loaves and they are good for a couple of weeks for my husband and myself.  You can always freeze one loaf.  Many times I give one loaf away.  I usually take an evening to the next midday for the actual bread-making process. It's worth it. I do it all by hand, and I have to say that it's like working on the earth, and one of the most grounding and rewarding experiences as it benefits all round, emotionally (very calming), physically (I put in the effort and make a relationship with my kitchen and the bread itself), mentally (I know the goodness that will come from producing healthy foods) and spiritually (I'm taking time out to be within the process of creation). 

I used to make Kombucha back in the 90s because it was a healthy food fad back then. I got the scoby mushroom from a friend, and made lots and lots of kombucha.  It wasn't that tasteful, so my family did not help me drink it.  Hence, I eventually gave it up, because I was doing fine, digestive wise then. 

Present day, Kombucha is not a fad, but for many a drink they prefer because of the benefits and because of the taste.  The taste has improved with the use of fruit juice and additional fermentation. Now, Kombucha is a refined connoisseur beverage.  It is the beverage of my choice because I know what I put into my brews, and I also add additional fermentation with organic juice I add to the bottles that give a fiz.  It is like drinking a health food soda pop without the chemicals and immense sugars. It takes me two weeks to make the foundation brew and an additional 3-4 days for the second fermentation to get the fizzy drink.  Depending on your taste, you can brew for a month, or a week.  

With all that being said, to live a good life, we must own it and we make our own decisions on how we wish to live.  For the most part, it takes a bit more effort and time out of life for the really important things in life ... our health and our wellness. 

So in the manner of Hinnak Towis Henaak, I am leaving you will a sourdough recipe that I have enjoyed.  This recipe is from Gemma Stafford, Irish baker: Perfectly Crusty Sourdough Bread Recipe for Beginners. 

For Kombucha information: You Brew Kombucha

Thank you for visiting and if you have any questions contact me.

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We are presently preparing for our annual Mending Broken Hearts Healing Journey that supports those of us going through trauma, loss or grief.  This is open to everyone who is willing to learn and participate in an Indigenous perspective of healing. Mending Broken Hearts.

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