Pretty little pics on the last night of April

Primitive Skills Open House, May 17, 2009

Maine Primitive Skills School of Connecticut

Primitive Skills Open House

Sunday, May 17th
10:00am - 5:00pm


Instructors and practitioners will be demonstrating:

Fire making

Cordage making

Edible and medicinal plant use

Bow and arrow making

Other primitive skills and crafts


Bring something to demo, work on or show off.



346 Newton Rd.
Northfield CT 06778
860. 997. 3480

Please note: The composting toilet will be the only facilities available.

Andrew Dobos
Primitive Skills Practitioner
Director, Maine Primitive Skills School of Connecticut
www.primitiveskills.com
http://primitiveskillspractitioner.wordpress.com/

First Harvest

When there is a day so beautiful
so plentiful
so enchanted
so nourishing
that time stands still long enough for you to revel in the piercing beauty.

when the sun hits you in exactly the way you imagined immortality to feel,

so perfect, so painfully temporary,

so long awaited.

When the day rolls by with moment after moment of exquisite life,

it is all I can do to spend it with her,

at my fingertips

Sting by sting, 

cold feet in the water,

bags full of harvest,

heart full of relief.

Freedom in an hour

My desperation for spring greens peaked this afternoon. I thought I was going to implode. So with a little hope I put on my rain jacket, grabbed my scissors and bowl, and took the great liberty of a nomadic hour in the hazy, drizzly day to forage my yard for the first edibles. 

Most of them are hardly picking size, and relatively few are above earth yet. I took it slow, combing back and forth for the little patches reaching up into the rain, long enough to clip. Freshly cool and wet, the vitality radiating from these densely nutritious spring greens is evident even before the first bite. Taking my sweet time to acquire a full bowl, leaf by leaf, is a gift. 

The bitters are not that bitter yet - but rather the perfect amount of bitter, imparting clarity and energy. The dandelions are supremely edible, the garlic mustard a burst of flavor. The bedstraw is succulent and deliciously mild, and the violets are slippery and crisp. Little rosettes of ground ivy add flavor and health, Comfrey shoots add more flavor and softness. My chives are up so they got a haircut too. 

There is scarcely another action, with maybe the exception of homeschooling my children, that gives me quite this level of deep abundance. In one hour I have a bowl of the most nutritious, vital, organic, as-local-as-it-gets, FREE food. The dressing and olives and feta paled in comparison, I may as well eaten the greens without (but the oil and vinegar were herbal infused:), and they help assimilation). 

What's additionally miraculous to me, is that I can do the same thing all over again, every day, for the next two or three months, if I want to. They will just keep growing, and then they will bud, and then flower, and then seed, and make more shoots...... and the simplest miracle of living on Earth I can take into my very body in every moment of gathering and tasting and swallowing. 

The season for foraging is my freedom; my liberty. In fact, it is everybody's liberty. 

Ignited in Me Was the Wise Woman

I have been on the spiral path of the wise woman for almost 15 years now. Before that first step onto the path, I was a therapeutic teacher at a school for homeless children in Seattle. It was very stressful and joyful work. My energy was depleted in ways that I didn't realize at that time. I loved my work and yet needed to strongly commit myself to it again and again to continue it.

My husband, Taddeusz, worked in an involuntary psychiatric facility on Capital Hill. A woman came to give an in-service to the staff and shared a healing perspective with him that drew him in. He purchased a book, Healing Wise by Susun S. Weed from the trainer, EagleSong. He came home and showed it to me, and I think attempted to give it to me. I looked through it and found only a few herbs listed. I tossed it aside thinking I might look at it later. Tadd then invited me that next spring to go on a plant walk with EagleSong at Discovery Park. We learned of the wild plants you could eat and utilize medicinally. I enjoyed this and discovered a very sweet place at this park where the energy was magical. Tadd invited me to harvest nettle that spring also, which we did and hung in our basement from the ceiling to dry.
The next year, I attended the Women of Wisdom conference and signed up for EagleSong's class. She came in dressed in a long black dress, hobbling on a walking stick and throwing french fries around the room. (Salt of the earth.) She spoke...I am Black Eagle Woman, daughter of.... granddaughter of ....., great great granddaughter of ..... I began to cry and couldn't stop for a long time. I don't remember anything else about this workshop, only that EagleSong had cracked open a door for me and pushed me through.
I also met Susun Weed at this conference. She overwhelmed me with compassionate wildness in her evening talk. She jumped around on the stage and grabbed her breasts and said things like, "How can milk and eggs be bad for women, we are milk and eggs!!" Another step on the spiral path.
I signed up for The Ultimate Alchemical Circle that spring at Ravencroft, EagleSong's homestead farm in Monroe, and there I met my sisters, my wild companions. And I chose to dance with Stinging Nettle. I began to drink nourishing herbal infusions of nettle often and even brought this brew to school with me.

And then something strange began to happen. Where I once was contented to be a school teacher inside a little room in the Central District of Seattle, I found myself looking outside. I began to dream of spending time outside instead of in the classroom and even took my students on plant walks around the neighborhood where we collected dandelion flowers and plantain leaves for oils and salves.
Then came the crows. Crows began to come and sit outside the window of my classroom on the fence and look in at me. I was soon discontent to be in the classroom. What was once my passionate calling was now crumbling before me and what was ignited in me was the wise woman.

Stinging Nettle led me further on. I followed. Nettle helped me forget things so that I could re-member other things. Nettle nourished the cellular memory in me of being a shamanic herbalist. Nettle nourished my body, so deeply depleted and changed me. I am a shamanic herbalist because of these wise teachers. And I am so thankful.

Nourishing Herbal Infusion of Stinging Nettle: It is time to harvest Sister Spinster Stinging Nettle now.

• Harvest her before she flowers cutting about four inches from the ground, leaving a set of leaves so that she can grow again.
• Hang her upside down in a warm, dry place until the stems are quite dry.
• Store the dry nettle in paper bags in a cool, dark place.
• And...place one ounce of dry stinging nettle in a quart jar, fill to the top with boiling water and let this sit 4-8 hours (overnight is great).
• Strain her nourishing brew and drink hot or cold.

Listening with Stinging Nettle:

• Heat the Nettle infusion to just below boiling
• Pour this into your favorite teacup.
• With cup in hand, sit wherever you love to sit when drinking tea.
• Sip the infusion
• Savor the flavors, the temperature of the infusion and notice her many qualities.
• Begin to listen to your body’s response to the brew.
• Take note.
• Now, ask the question, “What nourishes me?”
• Listen for a response, notice thoughts and feelings that come into your consciousness.
• Ask this question at least three times.
• When you have finished your cup of infusion, rinse the cup and place it on the counter in your kitchen.
• Give thanks for Stinging Nettle
• Give thanks for the things that nourish you.
• Give thanks for the ways you nourish yourself.

May it be in beauty.

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