Greens

Occasionally, I find that I need to remind myself of things which I once loved; things deep inside of me. After any great trauma, I find that I sometimes feel a stranger in my world, as if I'm not quite sure who I am or where I came from. Little by little, small things capture my attention and seem almost unfamiliar until I look a bit closer and then I remember once having an intimate relationship with much of my world that has been left behind. This morning on my walk, I intended to capture the mountain and instead, found myself drawn to the weeds in my yard. Bits and pieces came rolling back to me, so slowly, with a soft voice that said, "pay attention." And this morning, I did.

Here I found Borage. Borage is a sweet little plant, she seems so feminine to me. Those tiny little purple flowers always make me imagine the voice of some soft soprano lilting in the air round where she grows. The saying goes, "Borage giveth courage." And for all her tiny, sweetness, that she does. She makes a pleasant tea, is good for lifting the spirits, driving away sorrow and also, for use in treating bronchitis. The leaves can be added to salad and I've occasionally used the flowers as well. No one will even notice.

Right next to the Borage grows Burdock. We're all familiar with those sticky seed pods that torture our pets, and our clothing in the fall. Can you just hear that deep voice calling out?

I've never actually used wild-growing burdock, and I'm not sure quite why. He's useful for all sorts of ailments of the blood, said to act on slow-growing cancers and in some places throughout the world, is considered a vegetable. I've always purchased burdock, but this year, I think I might do a test run as a dinner vegetable. I think I'm a little intimidated by what always feels to me like a very powerful plant and somehow it's a little less intimidating to find some concoction on the shelf at the healthfood store. The taproot is enormous and if nothing else, you'll find the soil around where you've banished this strong plant, to be well aerated and easy to work - that's if you can ever find the end of the root.



A few friends who have read my little blog for a very long time will remember how I rejoiced to find comfrey growing in my yard. Are you laughing now? It's everywhere and it will NOT be contained. I'm not exactly dancing with joy anymore as comfrey is part of the reason that bed where he stands has not been turned and planted. Thankfully, comfrey has so many medicinal uses it can make your head spin. Referred to as "knit bone" nothing surpasses comfrey as a healing agent. Cuts, bruises, sprains - run for comfrey and make yourself a poultice. Some dispute whether or not comfrey should be taken internally as some suggest that comfrey is a carcinogen. Thus, I'd never encourage anyone else to ingest comfrey, but I make a right fine tea from the leaves. I believe his greatest power lies in those long, foreboding roots. He's sure hard work though and I have to laugh now that once upon a time I purchased comfrey plants for my harb garden!

And last for today, this sweet little bit. I know this is a galium, but I'm going to confess that I'm not sure now if it's bedstraw or cleavers, but I'm inspired to find out and confirm that little bit of knowledge swimming somewhere in the back of my mind. Cleavers is a diuretic, and makes a sweet and pleasant tea. The delight of this plant, for me, though, is not in it's medicinal uses. Perhaps it's a bit of a waste but I love picking a strand of it and tossing it at my closest friend - it sticks right to almost anything. Some call it stickywilly for this reason. It just makes me smile. Cleaver's is another herb which I have always purchased but I think now, I'll give the wild-growing gift a little try.

I have to marvel at these particular plants, growing right here in my yard without any invitation from me - but of course I invited them, yes? Plants to drive away sorrow and bring gladness, plants for cleansing and detoxing. You really think that's an accident? I don't.

I took more photos, HorseTail Rush, and a really nice, new Mullein - but I'll save those for another time. Today, I just wanted to dance with myself and share the dance with you.

The holiday is upon us now and I do hope that you all have a perfect Memorial Day Weekend.

Cheers!

~Lee

Wishcasting Wednesday

This Wednesday, Jamie, our Wishcasting Wizard, asks, "What do you wish for your space?" This answer came quickly. I wish for my space to be my space! My wish is not exactly to fully own my space - that's a pretty big dream! But this is the second year in which I have not planted the garden my soul requires because I wasn't certain that I would be living in this space long enough to reap the rewards of my effort. Each year, as my lease-end approaches, I contemplate going home. The trouble is, just where is home? My children are in Indiana, well, except for the Texas nut, and Indiana is in my bone marrow. But dayum, would you just look at that mountain right over there? How can I leave that? And then, there's that ocean just "over there." And we can't skip over the social and political climate that I love so much here. But the truth is, I haven't much taken advantage of it, have I? Yet, Indiana calls me. Is it possible to have two homes? My heart is certainly in two places.


I thought, first, when he died, when it all ended, when my freedom was so clearly mine for the taking, that I would just head for home. But oddly, I find now that he was not the only reason I am here. Of course he was not. But he overshadowed all of my reasons for being here. And so, if this is to be my home, I'd like to settle in, do the digging and make it my home!

This is, for now, my space and I wish to claim it. That's what I wish for my space!

Join us - cast your own wish, here.

Cheers! ~Lee

5 Really Good Things

Been awhile since I did this one, eh? I've been thinking about it all morning. For a minute or two, I felt awful; all five things were really self-centered. Then I had to smile - I think that's just fine. I'm discovering things all over again, I'm remembering, and I've grown thristy for more of life. Feels almost giddy.

• I actually listened to the music of a band called Meatloaf today. Wow. How'd I miss that? I must have dismissed this on the basis of name only because I really like it!
• At 6 A.M. my house is so peaceful and quiet - no TV, no worry about saying the wrong thing to anyone and sending the day reeling in the wrong direction.
• On April 15th I quit drinking soda pop. It just felt like the right time to initiate a change in habits. My body has been catapulted into a dramatic detox - so while it's not pretty, I have faith in the coming rewards. If it's possible to feel really good and really awful at the same time, I do! The meter is teetering closer to really good all the time.
  
• I spent a night and part of the next day this weekend with my grandson - was that a joy or what! And no one else took control or told me how to act or what to say. And we had a fine time!
• There are lilacs filling up my workspace today - a simple, beautiful treat.

How about you? Do you have five really good things in your life? I'm betting you do!

Cheers

~Lee

Wishcasting Wedneday - What do you wish to have?

Me? You mean me? I can have something? All mine? Something like ummmm to have something means you can feel it, hold it in your hand, touch, taste, understand. Wow. Really, I can have something. Let this sink deep inside; I don't want to waste this one. Oh this is fun. Closing my eyes, all sorts of cool stuff starts drifting by: airline tickets home for the 4th of July. Nice, new tennis shoes. Oh yeah, new sewing machine. Oh...hmmm a lawn mower. Some yellow fiestaware. Oh yeah - it's like a virtual candy-store in my head, the stuff just floating by on a treble clef line of musical notes. A regular commercial in my head. Oh wait, there's a couple more, I need a new printer, and really, yeah, I'd like some surround sound. I bet I could go on and on. Yoga class, membership to the Community Center. What should I pick!

Yeah - I'd like to have all that stuff and then there would just be more stuff that I'd want, tickets home for Christmas, now a weedeater and a rottotiller. Oh yeah - let's not forget about that tumbling composter. I don't want to waste this wish on fleeting stuff that just leads to more fleeting stuff. So what is it that I want, something I can have, all my own? Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Yeah............ Got it.

I want to have the ability to get all that stuff, and let it go when I'm ready. I want to hold within me the power to achieve my own little want list. I thought for a moment this might be self-sufficiency, but that's not quite it. I'm frustrated now with thinking about this and tempted just to stomp my feet and say, "I just want to have everything I want!"

Then, I realize that's not such a stupid thought as it might sound, is it? Is't that really what we all want? We aren't exactly the fisherman's wife, we don't want to be Pope, and we don't want to think that we are greedy and just start expecting "things" to fall from the sky. But these "things" that I want, usually represent some other "Thing" inside of me. I want to have beanty, order and harmony in my world. That means, being able to mow my yard and plant a little garden, see my children, bliss out to music so that I can relax and meditate, stretch, exercise and play. It means being able to sew my little projects. All of those "things" are really about only a very few things, and it's knowing that those things inside me will be nurtured and made manifest in the material world that I want to have. What is that word then, for this Thing that I want to have? Grace? Faith? Balance? Trust? I want to stop wanting that yoga class and just have it. I want the lawnmower to appear because small children are easily lost in my yard the grass is so tall.

OH! I am just frustrated this week and I want something and I don't even know what it is! So maybe that's a good place to start - I want to have an understanding of what it is that I want. There. So. Fine!


If you'd like to join our wishcasting circle, please visit Jamie's page, cast your wishes with us. It's an amazing exercize - you'll love it!
~Lee

I finally finished something

I promise, that Zune pouch is next. The pincushion was fun to work. I found myself approaching the project differently; when I got tired, or felt bored, I stopped. Simple. I didn't let myself feel pressured by a deadline, or just by the need to "get 'er done!' It took me nearly a month to get this little project completed. I've been allowing myself plenty of time to just sit and stare out the window, or drop my hands and do nothing. Thinking back to Jamie's post about being gentle and letting it seep into my life.

For the first time in nearly ten years, I can do as I choose. I can work a pincushion, or not. I can choose TV, or knitting, or walking. I can eat broccoli or peanuts if I want. I'm surprised how often I find myself without a clue about what I want to do, what I'd like to eat, or where I'd like to go. At first, I chastised myself - yet another opportunity to beat myself up, "You really lost yourself that far that you have no idea what to do with yourself on a rainy evening? Geeze, Lee, how dumb have you been!" Little by little, I became aware that this was not my voice in my head, but someone else's. And so, I learned to wink back at the faceless voice and says, "yeah, maybe and it's gonna be some fun figuring it out again." And then.....I sit and do nothing if I want. Absolutely nothing, in absolute silence.

Go me!

And I've been saying that a lot too. Go me!

Once in awhile, not often quite yet, I can hear another voice. This other voice is still a little soft, and still brings me quiet tears. But there's a slight, twisted grin at the end of the tears; and I discover, that I think I like that voice. It's a sweet voice, a kind voice, and a very familiar one. I think we're going to become good friends.

~Lee

What do you wish to experience?

As usual, Jamie asks the perfect question of the day. She just never misses. Jamie's question sent me off into fantasy land this morning, oh man oh man are there some experiences I hope to have yet, again, for the first time, now! next year. Oh yeah. And I suppose that's a very good sign, I'm crawling out of this hole little by little.

I can see myself coming over the top of the hole, there's a ladder that has helped me to reach the top. Looking at myself from over here, as I crawl out, I realize that I am caked in mud, covered in grime. My fingernails are black and my hair is in knots. Then, when I get back "over there" and I'm actually in my body and not looking at it, "I want it off, get it off me!" Then, I realize what I want to experience most.

I want to experience clean. Clean. Dirt washed away. Clean, fresh, sweet-smelling

I want to experience clean, like being baptized, washed in the blood and filled with grace

I want to experience clean, purity, crisp, clear, without duplicity, without doubt

I want to experience clean, bright, shiny, soft and cool like summer sheets against my skin

I want to experience the clean that comes after a hard night's rain, when the drops still shimmer, and even the worms look perfect

I want to experience clean so that when my voice passes my lips, it is mine, without the echoes of other uninvited speakers, mine, and mine alone, clear and sharp, certain.

Let me be clean, pure, honest.


Okay, and after that, I'll like all your experiences too! Warm beaches, creative, art-filled afternoons, abundance, love, bliss, dancing! I want all those things too, but I want to great them clean.

I think maybe I want to wear one giant silver earring today :)

~Lee

Please be sure to use the oxygen mask first before attempting to assist others

When I sent him away 6 months ago with the edict that he not return until he could return sober, I knew that he would not, could not return. Without the haze of alcoholism to distract and disorient, the lies would have stood stark and demanded attention. But, since lies and the shrewd fun of telling them supported all else that existed in our lives, there could be no exposure, either to me, or those gathered round us with clucking, worried murmurs. He knew that without the excuse of his alcoholism, the lies could no longer be brushed away as forgetfulness, playfulness, drunkenness or confusion. I think he knew also that he could not any longer sustain the lies, and have little bites of the truth.



I knew then, when I sent him away, that I placed his life in danger; what would he do without all those lies to keep him company? I knew then that I danced with dangerous consequences but I choose to believe it worth the risk to find my own way out of that dark, slimey hole where I'd been living. And I think I also knew that no other end could come save the end which finally has come. The real end, the final end. The end which he created, leaving behind the myth of his own heroic death, and the villain, played by me, who deserted him in his hour of need.

I'm leaving the theater.


Each moment of each day now is that same moment when I leave the darkness of the matinae movie and must adjust my eyesight to the brightness of day. And now I stand, in the harsh light of day and find myself to have become two women. There is the woman that wishes to cry out for loss of him, the woman who must banish tears every few moments. I am also the woman who can breath, sing, speak, write, and who suddenly wishes to finish a pincushion.


I like to imagine that the loving and good parts of he and I were pieces of truth which he treasured. I know that is likely a wishful hope of mine, but amidst truth and lie, it seems that I should be able to pick and choose a bit of what might have been true as much as I cannot prove any of it was true or false. I will choose to believe that one little thing and I will laugh just a bit at the irony of knowing just how many other women there are right about now doing the same bit of choosing. Maybe they make pincushions too.


Lee