Already the Paperwhites and Daffodills!

After such a summer and such a fall, winter is just as unique here at Earthsprings. Who can tell if it’s really winter or spring? I still haven’t gotten my winter chores begun properly–cleaning up the garden area, adding hearty mulch and compost everywhere, tidying up the barn, checking out my seed catalogues, sharpening tools (after finding them wherever I left them when the weather last sent me scurrying inside) and already the meadow is full of paperwhites, the scent so intoxicating one is drunk on Spring just walking between the house and the medicine lodge! How bravely the plants are struggling back again after such hardship of last summer’s drought and unrelenting heat and all the rest, how brave they are. The first daffodil opened its bright yellow flag of hope only a few days behind the first violets and the first bloom on the tulip tree, all ahead of their usual schedule…and, well, really, I don’t have time to go on about all this, as I’m off to plant sweet peas and pea pods and lettuce and onions and…

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Autumn Foliage

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The unlikely season

In all my years, I’ve never seen anything like it.

I guess that after so many trees died or almost died in last summer’s hot drought or in the raging summer fires, those trees still here are now greatly rejoicing at actually being alive. Or perhaps they fear that this is their last hurrah. Either way, the forest is glorious, glorious in autumn splendor, and it just goes on and on and on, clear into winter. There’s surely never been an autumn like this one. Each day I think, “OK, this is the peak, this is as good as it gets.” Then the next day, and then the next, another set of trees blazes forth with new vivid color.

Everywhere, the forest looks like it’s on fire, but this time it’s with turning leaves , splendid in red and gold and yellow and scarlet and umber and orange and a hundred other shades of color I can’t match with all my watercolors put together. Week by week, the sheen from every deciduous tree, one by one, blazes out vividly against the dark evergreen pines around me. Even the dogwoods that last summer I thought were dying somehow managed in the last few months to regrow enough leaves to be now red in leaf and berry, as if to say, “I’m still here! Look at me, I’m still here.”

I know, it’s true enough, not only the trees are behaving strangely, the whole vegetative world down here is confused with the severe climate changes we are experiencing. The yellow jasmine is blooming, as though it were spring. The faithful tomatoes, like the trees, suffered the severe summer heat ,and I got not a tomato one all summer, but this fall, amazingly quickly, the tomato bushes set fruit, and there were many tomatoes to be picked, however green, by the bucket full before first frost (something that I’ve never done before); these determined tomatoes, survivors, have since stayed on the floor in my study, ripening slowly and sweetly, and now I have fresh homegrown organic tomatoes midwinter—another reminder that this is a December unlike any other I can remember.

The message is clear, of course. Life holds on, and when threatened, puts forth its best and most amazing efforts. Its beauty and vitality is most tenaciously revealed after there is the threat of its loss altogether.

A lesson I take to heart. Walking today on a quiet trail, the wind tossing a shower of gold all around me, I remember who I am, why I am, what this all is, and why I care. I sing my praises yet again, in the chant that came to me years ago while walking, then, beside the Pacific Ocean, “…oh, so beautiful…how beautiful thou art….”

Of course, that is the proverbial message of the season.

From the beginning, there were the ancient celebrations of the winter solstice, when first humans began to realize that the freezing and darkening times would cyclically change back to warmth and light, no matter how unlikely that seemed.

Later, there were the Hebrews, celebrating the magical replenishment of oil for light and heat long past time when anyone could imagine it possible.

And there was also the story of the birth of a godly child, not in a temple or a castle or any other imagined appropriate place, but in a stable, and this child was born indeed, not to a king or a priestess, but to a simple couple without a home to shelter them during the birthing.

When many in my world are homeless, hopeless, without the strength to reimagine their lives in a new strange season, I turn again to this winter message. A message of hope. Of endurance. Of courage. Of stamina brought forth by nature in trying times. The message of the trees, the jasmine, the tomatoes, the survivors.

And so, because I care, I send you, herewith, a bouquet of golden leaves, a harvest of ripe tomatoes, a walk beside a natural spring of water that did not dry up, even in the terrible drought. I send you, setting aside occasional miscellaneous moods to the contrary, my own ecstatic joy, my precious simple bliss at the miracle of being.

Here. Still. Look at me. Look at us. All of us. In this life, and the life to come, wherever, however it may be, surely it is, will be, yet, shining, glorious, like the trees.

In the turning times, in the changing seasons and changing circumstances, we turn again to praise the beauty of the earth, of life, of each other, while every spiritual tradition, each in its own way, is saying, also, “Yes, this! Rejoice and praise this! Take heart and hope. Raise high the anthem, any circumstance to the contrary, there is goodness, there is beauty, life and love are good, very, very good!”

May you have a peaceful, joyful, happy, fruitful holiday. I hold you in my heart, most tenderly, most prayerfully.

Glenda Taylor
Earthsprings Retreat Center
Winter, 2011

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Hearty Winter Soup

After a cold, windy walk in the woods this morning, I realized that this is the perfect time for winter soup. Something about a hearty warm soup puts me back into an ancient hunter-gatherer place where we are sitting around a campfire in a cave, with something nutritious bubbling hot in some hand-crafted container hung on a tripod over the flames.

Short of that, it makes me look in the refrigerator for what I have to throw into a pot for my own soup.

Making soup is so creative, each time unique. There are hundreds of variations. But the basic process is simple; once you understand that, you can vary it to make all those well-named special soups in the cookbook or those special soups you sample at your favorite restaurant. Your don’t even have to know all the technical names: bouillon, consommé, stock, broth, bisque, chowder, etc. These all are variations, depending on how thick or thin, how strained and clear or thick and chunky, how creamy or how jellied or whatever. Don’t worry about all that. Just get down the basics and soon enough you’ll be making every kind of soup imaginable!

I speak of winter soup because there are other kinds of soup, those especially delightful in summer, for example, cold, light, refreshing, vegetarian, whatever. All good. But those aren’t so agreeable me when the temperature is 30 degrees outside. So, for now, here’s ideas for hearty winter soups made with meat.

Read all the way through before beginning. Retaining the most vitamins and minerals for the most nutrition is an important part of the process. I’ll give the basic process first, then list some usual variations at the end.

1) Making the basic broth

For making soup, choose meat that has the most flavor, not necessarily the most tenderness. The process of soup making will tenderize even the tough cuts of meat, and ironically, the toughest cuts of meat often have the most flavor and sometimes the most nutrition. (If you don’t know the difference in the cuts of meat in this regard, query me in the comment section below, and some time later, I’ll elaborate.)

Preferably choose meat with bone in it, as the bone has the most concentration of minerals, and again, the soup making process extracts the minerals out into the broth of the soup where it is accessible to our digestion, one of the reasons for making soup in the first place. Markets sell “soup bones,” with most of the meat cut away, and these are comparatively inexpensive, and a good idea to use, even along with other cuts of meat. The more bone the more minerals.

It doesn’t matter what meats you decide to use, really—beef, chicken, turkey, fish, ham, etc. The process is basically the same. You can even use them all (each added at different times in the cooking). If you are mixing several meats in one soup, you just need to put the toughest meats in first and let them cook for awhile, and then add the more tender ones later so they don’t cook to pieces before the tougher meats get tender.

My own soup making usually starts with rummaging in the freezer to see what bits and pieces of meat—cooked and uncooked, bones and boneless—I have stashed away for just this occasion. Left over chicken, turkey, beef, pork, whatever. I usually have a few soup bones in the freezer, ready for any occasion.

So. Put the bones and toughest cuts of uncooked meat in a big heavy duty pot, preferably stainless steel. (If the pot is not heavy duty, the soup at a later stage is more likely to burn on the bottom, not a good thing; heavy duty pots hold the heat differently so that things don’t burn as easily.)
Depending on the amount of meat and the size of the pot, add enough water not only to cover the meat, but about three times that amount if you have bones and tough meats. (Don’t worry about being exact here; you’ll probably add more water as needed as you go along.) Bring the water and meat to a boil. (Don’t add anything else yet.)

When the ingredients have boiled for a few minutes, a foam will gather at the top of the pot. For some reason I don’t remember now, I was taught to remove this foam and discard it. Then turn the heat under the pot down to a slow simmer.

Add a whole onion chopped, a carrot or two, a stalk or two of celery sliced into chunks (along with the leafy bits of celery tops), several stalks of parsley chopped, a bay leaf, several peppercorns, some salt, and for some soups, some whole cloves (see below).

Here is now a particular place you can choose for yourself. Salt and vinegar together will extract more minerals from the bones and this is desirable, but you don’t want a vinegary tasting broth when you are done. If everything cooks long enough (up to an hour or two), the vinegar taste dilutes and goes away; if the cooking is too short, the vinegar taste may linger and disturb the flavor of the soup. You have to decide, depending on the type of meat and bones you are cooking whether to add the vinegar. If I am using big beef bones, I add salt and some vinegar here at the start of cooking (I’d advise you to use a teaspoon of vinegar the first time, just to be sure you don’t overdo it). I rarely add vinegar when I am cooking chicken or fish since it cooks so quickly.

Put a lid on the pot and let everything simmer slowly, until the meat begins to be tender (for raw beef at least about an hour, possibly two). While this time is happening, check occasionally, stir, add more water if necessary.

Now take the lid off the pot and bring the heat up to boil for just few minutes, just to dispel the last of vinegar taste. Then set the pot off the heat. Strain the broth into another container, removing bones , meat, and whatever else, and setting the bones aside (for the dog or even to boil again for more broth later). Add the strained broth back into the cooking pot. Let it sit for a few minutes, and then remove the fat that accumulates at the top of the broth.

Now you have your basic broth. You can proceed to add to it other ingredients (including the meat you just removed from the pot) and use the broth immediately, or you can freeze it for later use (I freeze some in ice trays to make cubes of seasoned broth to have ready to throw into various other things I cook).

2) Add other ingredients one at a time to make one of a variety of soups.

Here’s the fun part of soup making. You can add whatever you want or have on hand, experimenting as you choose. The broth you have already created is the basis of almost every other soup recipe you can imagine.

Possible additions: Add these one at a time, depending on how long they need to cook to get tender. You don’t want your tender vegetables cooked to mush before the tougher vegetables get tender, for example.

Already cooked meats.
Pasta, rice, or barley, (adding these uncooked add what I consider to be too much starch, so I cook them first and then add them; even cooked, they can thicken the broth, soaking up the liquid, so plan accordingly with plenty of broth).
Cooked beans.
Herbs and seasonings, usually added last, to taste.
Potatoes, Vegetables, etc.
Leftovers. get in the habit of freezing any and all leftovers, however small amounts, to have to add to the soup pot. More vitamins, taste, benefit to the budget, etc.
Pesto
Cheese
Milk or cream

Now here is a trick. If you throw all your vegetables in the soup pot and let it all cook together, you get a very nice soup. If, however, at the end of the broth making process, you have time and patience, you may want to sauté or steam each vegetable separately until it is just right and then quickly add to the soup pot at the very end. Doing this causes each vegetable to retain more nutrients and its individual flavor rather than all the vegetables tasting the same, as they do when they all cook up together. Either way is fine. (You’ll get the most raves if you do the latter….).

Also note that some vitamins can cook away in boiling liquid, so that is why we simmer the soup now rather than boiling it after the meat is tender. Also, it is easier to burn the soup if the heat is too high.

So, go at it. Now it’s your unique soup, each one different from the last, depending on what gets thrown in. Here are some categories, just for fun:

Onion soup: Hot broth with already sautéed thinly sliced onions, brought to a high heat , then quickly placed in serving bowls with a bit of toasted bread and grated white cheese (take your pick of flavors of cheese) on top. Serve immediately. (Quick and easy if you already have frozen broth!)

Chicken soup: The proverbial cure-all. Warm broth in a mug when you come in from the cold, so you don’t get sick. Warm broth when your abdomen is unruly and doesn’t want to be busy digesting. Broth with vegetables. Broth with beans. Broth with anything. Made with love.

White Bean soup with ham bone: I used to work in Washington DC, and I had the Senate’s traditional Navy Bean Soup for lunch in the Senate Dining Room, between sessions of listening to Congressmen in committee hearings, and I got addicted to this soup. I usually add about 6 to 10 whole cloves stuck into an onion in the water when I begin cooking the ham bone. Cloves are healthy and give the soup a distinctive flavor. After about an hour of cooking, do not remove the ham bone, but remove any fat that has accumulated. Add the washed and sorted beans. Cook until beans are tender (if you soak them ahead of time, they cook faster and give you less gas…). Stir frequently so as not to burn. Bruise a few beans before serving.

Fish soup: Cook the fish into broth in the same way as above, but fish cooks much faster. I like some fresh tarragon for seasoning fish. To the basic fish stock (CAREFULLY STRAINED) , add a variety of seafood, with or without vegetables, cream, etc. (Seafood gumbo is another matter, and will be addressed in a future recipe all on its own.)

Beef Barley Soup: To plenty of cooked broth, add uncooked barley and cook until the barley is tender. Be sure to have enough broth. Add vegetables if you desire, or just do beef-barley with small chunks of tender meat.

Creamed soups: To a small bit of broth add strained and blended vegetables of your choice, combine gently, and then add a bit of milk or cream. You decide on the proportions of each. Season. Do not boil (milk can separate). Make carrot soup, squash soup, whatever. Add seasonings to suit yourself. Think about adding a bit of savory seasoning, etc. This is so easy and quick.

Tomato Soup. Add just a bit of broth to your cooked tomatoes and season.

Tortilla Soup. Make it to suit yourself, spicy hot or gringo gentle. To your basic broth, add tomatoes, green chilies, and Mexican seasonings to taste (cumin, etc.). To serve, add on top of the soup in the serving bowl bits of broken cooked tortillas or chips, chopped cilantro, and grated farmer or Mexican flavored cheese. Serve hot.

And on and on and on. Be creative with ingredients and seasonings. Work in those herbs that doctors tell you are especially good for your needs. Make soup taste of India or Mexico or Maine. Serve with salad, good bread, and enjoy a hearty winter soup! Good Health!

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Traditional Turkey Giblet Gravy

Just in time for Thanksgiving, the first post on the recipe blog, with gratitude as always. This is rich and delicious.

Remove from turkey the giblets, heart, and liver before putting the turkey on to cook. Wash the giblets, heart and liver, and put them in a pot of boiling water to cover.

Add 1 teaspoon salt, 2 peppercorns, 2 cloves, 1/2 bay leaf, 2 slices large onion, 1 stalk celery, 1 cut up carrot. Simmer 15 minutes; remove liver. Simmer rest for about an hour and a half or two hours or until the meat is well done and tender. Remove the meat from the broth, strain and save the broth, preferably in a large measuring bowl. Chop the meat finely and set aside in a separate container.

When the turkey has been fully cooked and has been removed from the pan in which it was cooked, pour the drippings from the turkey pan that the turkey cooked in into a separate bowl, reserving the browned bits in the pan. Set the bowl of drippings aside for a few minutes to let the fat rise to the top. Then skim off 1/2 cup of the fat and put it into a large skillet and set it aside.

Skim off the rest of the fat from the drippings and discard. Pour the remaining drippings into the reserved giblet broth in the large measuring bowl. Stir together, then pour all of it into the pan where the turkey had cooked and scrape up the browned bits in the pan into the broth/drippings mixture (if your roasting pan allows, you may heat it on the stove to make this easier and to melt down the stuck brown bits).

Pour all the broth/drippings/browned bits back into the large measuring bowl; add as much water as may be needed to measure 5 cups (if water is needed). Set aside.

Heat the skillet with the 1/2 cup of reserved turkey fat over low to medium heat. With a wire whisk, stir in slowly 1/2 cup all purpose flour (not whole wheat), stirring constantly to keep mixture from lumping. Cook until brown and bubbly.

Remove from heat and add the 5 cups of reserved broth/drippings/brown bits. Stir, put back on heat, and cook slowly until thick and smooth, stirring constantly. This takes a few minutes. Taste for seasoning and add salt and pepper as needed. Add the reserved chopped giblets, heart, and liver. Stir. Serve immediately.

If reheated in microwave, add small amounts of water as needed. Does not freeze well, but will keep in refrigerator for awhile–that is, if there is any left!

Happy Thanksgiving!

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Earthsprings Power Cookies

Back in the dim past of my youth, cookies were almost always made with shortening or butter. When the health czars announced that oil was better for us than shortening, I came up with this cookie recipe that not only uses oil instead of shortening, but is also chock full of protein. The cookies keep well in a tightly covered container, but they hardly ever last long enough to be kept anywhere here at Earthsprings. Here’s the recipe, with some helpful hints thrown in for beginning cooks.

1 cup brown sugar
3/4 powdered milk (use a good brand; the cheap ones clump)
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup corn oil, canola oil, or safflower oil (not olive oil)
2 eggs
1 1/2 teaspoon vanilla flavoring
1 1/2 cup old fashioned oatmeal
1/2 cup wheat germ
Raisins
Walnuts or pecans

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.

In the bowl of a mixer, combine and mix well brown sugar, powdered milk and salt.

Add oil, eggs, and vanilla flavoring, and beat on medium speed for about two minutes or until very smooth.
Add oatmeal and wheat germ and stir all together carefully. (If you use the mixer for this step, be careful: the mixer blade cuts the oatmeal smaller; if you just stir with a big spoon, the oatmeal is coarser, which you may or may not prefer; I just use the mixer blade very, very briefly, just to get it all mixed together but not to completely pulverize the oatmeal.) The mixture will be very stiff.

With a big spoon, stir in raisins and nuts; the amount can vary; use enough to make yourself happy.

Spoon onto an ungreased cookie sheet or onto the very handy parchment paper for baking placed on a cookie sheet. You’ll have to push the dough off the spoon; the dought is very thick. Be sure each cookie mound has some nuts and raisins in it. Don’t make the cookie mound too tall; these don’t melt down too much and you want the centers to cook well before the bottoms burn.

Bake in the oven at 350 degrees for ten to twelve minutes, or until the tops of the cookies begin to brown. Just how long to cook them is tricky. Do not overcook; the cookies will feel soft when removed from the pan (may even be hard to get off the pan without smooshing up), but they harden up some when they cool, so be careful to see that they are not gummy in the middle but don’t leave them in the oven until the bottoms burn (which is easy to do, depending on your own oven’s temperature). Usually I end up with some cookies that are well cooked but soft and some cookies that are crisp and crunchy, and both kinds seem to disappear with equal speed.

Cool the cookies before serving. These are great for breakfast when you are in a hurry or for a bedtime snack with a glass of milk. When I am preparing for a group of twenty people here at Earthsprings Retreat Center, I make four times this recipe and have none left after the weekend!

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Children’s Retreat Scheduled at Earthsprings

Mark your calendars!  The fall Children’s Retreat at Earthsprings has been scheduled by Kerry Lemon for October 21-23.  Children, family’s with children, and people who love children are welcome.  Register in advance as space is limited.

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The Tree’s Message

Wow!  Hang on, folks, what a year, right?  Are you crisis weary?

I have been, for some time now.  Getting up early each day to water what few trees and plants my water hose will reach, with one eye toward water conservation and the other toward my responsibility to those things I had previously planted…watching world news and political news and weather news…month after month of no rain and triple digit heat…tragic news here and there and there…I remember being in the National Cathedral, and the thought of its being damaged in an earthquake, along with the Washington monument…the Washington monument???

Good thing today happened for me here at Earthsprings.  Several things happened, actually.  It started off when I awakened from a dream that was most instructive, and then it went from there.

I dreamed that I was at the home of friends, along with a whole group of others dear to me.  We were having a great time, until I accidentally dropped and broke a precious dish that I knew had belonged to my friend’s grandmother, handed down to her for generations.  I was distraught and so was my friend.  She wandered around trying to act as though it was alright, while I came undone, weeping, withdrawing to another  room, telling everyone that I had broken several things lately, and that I was obviously getting untrustworthy and unsteady, that I needed just to stay home from now on, and actually that I wasn’t ever going to go anywhere again, and so on.  This went on for a good while, with me crying and all the other women sort of clucking around trying to comfort first me and then the owner of the broken dish.   Finally, my dear wise friend, Steve Nash, came charging into the room and said something exactly like this:  “Alright now, this has gone on long enough!  Yes, that was a precious dish, and I’m sorry it got broken.  But you know, Glenda, it’s not only your fault; we should  not have left that priceless object sitting around where it could get broken.  Any of these children might have broken it instead of you, and would you want them never to leave their home again?  And OK, yes, you’ve dropped a few things lately, and I know what you’re feeling.  You’re just scared, really scared, feeling less capable, more fragile, less in control.  But , you know,  having those things get broken may have nothing to do with your age or the condition of your brain.  It could be coincidence, it could anything.  And, you know what, if it does mean you’re getting shakey, and if you do get more helpless, well then, we’ll just baby-proof the house before you come, because I’m not having it that you aren’t coming here anymore!  If you don’t, I’ll come get you!  Just because you are getting older, maybe more fragile, doesn’t mean you aren’t necessary to us, or that you don’t still have responsibilities to all of us.  You’ve still got work to do, girl; you can’t quit.  You can’t get to feeling too sorry for yourself and just give up!  Now, everybody, pull it together here, all of you, and let’s get on with what we came here to do, have some fun!!  The rest of you get on out there somewhere, so Glenda and I can get ready to go take a little boat ride together!”   And with that I woke up, tears in my eyes, and with my instructions from Steve (and Life) sounding in my ears.

So I got up, went outside, and did my morning chores with a will.  And there I found several other happenings that touched my heart.

First are the “grandson trees,”  the little redbud transplants my grandson Jacob brought from the garden and planted all around among the dogwoods near the driveway about a year ago.  They made it through last summer and the hard winter, so I’ve been dragging a hundred-foot water hose around every other day, watering them.  And I see that despite the 105 degree days, they are hanging on.   They first lost all their leaves, but as I watered them,  within a couple of days, they dutifully put out two or three new little leaves.  But then, those new leaves got browned up.  I water, and then some of them put out more new little leaves, only to dry up.  But they keep trying, and I keep watering.  So courageous are those little trees.  I may have lost some of them, but some of them may make it.  And every time I water them, I notice that, scurrying out from around their bases, where the water is filling up the little low place around them, come all sorts of bugs and lizards and tiny creatures that temporarily evacuate their oasis.  I had no idea that my watering the seedling trees might be life- saving to others too.  We never know the result of our actions.  When I got animated over the morning glory vines completely covering over an azalea bush and jerked off the morning glory vines, I discovered that those vines had been shading and protecting that particular azalea, so that it was the only one that was still green and healthy looking!!  We just don’t know what’s what, we make mistakes that way, thinking we are doing what is right.  But we have to trust the deeper wisdom of nature, of the eternal, and just keep on keeping on, somehow.

The other thing this morning that underscored that (and I really don’t know what it portends), is that the “bliss bestowing tree,” so named because its blooms, in spring, smell so wonderful, well, last week it lost every leaf;  the leaves just suddenly turned crisp and fell off.  The tree had been busy, as usual, in the year-long process of making its flower buds for next spring, and that’s all that was left on the tree, those tight little buds all over the tree, still wrapped in their protective husks, trying to grow.  I was devastated, feeling I had failed the tree as I tried to get here and there and water everything and missed it too long.  So I put the soaker- hose on it for a good long while, hoping desperately that the tree itself would not die.  Well, I went out this morning, and there before my eyes was the little tree, blooming!!  Those tight little buds, instead of waiting for spring, were opening up, small and not fully developed, were nonetheless blooming, in the autumn heat, not a leaf to seen, but they were blooming!!  What does that mean?  Is it the tree’s last hurrah, its final gift?   Is it Life, saying yet again, “Never give up, do what you can, don’t wait till conditions are favorable, if you must,  do what you must, but BLOOM!  Give forth your gifts!”  Sort of the same message I got from Steve in the dream, with the sweet smell of bliss added.  I wept, even while I kept going to try to save something else.

Bliss in the midst of mayhem.  Wow!  Be here now.  Live now.  Don’t give up!  Bloom!

Now this is, again, a homely little homily.  But you know what?  I used to be one of those out there storming the barricades, so to speak, taken up with BIG things, and I value that way of being.  But there is also another way, a quieter, more earthy way, a more gentle, Taoist way, I guess.  That way is just to be with what is, however it is, however hard or sad or challenging it is, and somehow see the good, and do the good, and feel the Presence of Life, in all events and all circumstances.  Not being a Pollyanna; I don’t mean that.  It does hurt when a precious thing breaks, a precious one dies, when so much suffering is abroad.  It is important to be with that too. Looking it right in the eye, experiencing that deeply.  And also.  And also.  And also, finding a “Yes!”   Somewhere, a “Yes, and, “   my life motto, “Yes, and…there is also the good, always some good, some beautiful, that deserves our notice, our commitment, our responsibility to keep on keeping on. ”

At least that’s what I’m telling myself, even as a hurricane bears down on the East Coast of the U.S. shortly after an unusual earthquake and a wild war in Libya and a famine in other parts of Africa and my giant oak tree that is dropping limbs, dropping limbs, maybe dying.

Nonetheless, I’m holding on to my dream, the dream of last night, and the dream of my lifetime.  I stand with the bliss bestowing tree, living and dying.

Let us all bloom!  Now! No matter what, let’s do our best.  Let’s “pull it together” as Steve said in the dream, and do our best.

And, also as Steve said, don’t forget, we’re here to have some fun, no matter what breaks!

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Endurance

Any person who questions eternal life has never dealt with Bermuda grass in a garden.

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Work Weekend: Gratitude to All

Earthsprings is blessed to have so many people who care deeply about it.  Last weekend about 20 of them came out to work mightily with chain saws, axes, clippers, and a variety of other tools to clear the roads and trails of downed timber from the recent tornado, as well as to do many other maintenance chores.  I am enormously grateful.  Everyone who came worked until they were exhausted!  Each person must have done twenty different things, and we accomplished more than I would have ever believed possible.  Some of those downed trees were huge.

Sadly I was so busy directing traffic I only managed to get a couple of pictures. But I will never forget the image in my mind of Emma atop one of the big limbs of a giant downed oak tree, axe in hand  (we dubbed her Emmazon later).  Or the sight of Terry and Don, exhausted after a full day of loading wood, headed out again to mend fences.  Or of McLean driving back and forth with load after load of wood cut just to size for my wood burning stove for next winter.  Or Margaret and Jim on Sunday morning planning the installation of the new hand pump.  Or Phil on his knees repairing plumbing, or Zac mighty muscle man moving timber, or Brad with his chain saw, or Kerry’s cookies, or Jean and Dawn teetering on a tall ladder mending the garden fence to keep out the deer, or Nancy being just everywhere she was needed, or Forest proving to be amazingly able and willing to do just everything, or Greg heaving logs into this pile and that to be split later, or Jose and his family awakening everyone with the sound of chain saws at dawn…and on and on, more than I can list here.  And there was all the good food everyone brought!  And the laughter and good conversation… And everyone working together so great!

Many thanks to everyone, and especially to Mary Elizabeth for her organizational and directional skills and all her hard work.  Here she is, with Greg, unloading one of many truck loads of wood.

Greg and Mary Elizabeth unloading logs

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