Friday, 15 December 2017

Pruning dead wood

(Click to enlarge Paul's pics. It was in the -20's that day, gorgeous!)

The other day I heard someone say that the reason it's so hard to tell people why you love (classical) music is because music picks up where words leave off.

Yep. Exactly.

And so it is with so much of life as I experience it. There is so much that I just can't express
because words can't go there. The things I do in a day, when described, sure don't look like they would create the kind of satisfaction and joy that they do. A stack of clean dishes in the rack. A swept floor. A home made cake. It's not the end results, not the things in themselves, but the doing.

"Mindfulness", they call it.
Must be non GM corn

Okay, except my mind isn't really engaged in those tasks so much as my heart and my hands. More often than not if the mind has anything to say I end up having to shush it, because who needs thoughts about what's going on in the world while making bread? Not me, and not anyone who will eat it. No, it's best to shush the mind and let the hands and heart and the dough be all that there is in that moment. Let the eyes, if they must wander, wander to the window, the tree tops against the sky. Then the mind, if it says anything, just gives thanks.

Tuesday, 12 December 2017

Sunday, 3 December 2017

Be authentic - it keeps you healthy

This is a striking talk about the relationship between our inner lives and the health of our bodies.

Of course this is review for many of us, but so nicely put together by the speaker - Gabor Mate - that it's (I think) 26 minutes well spent.

Saturday, 2 December 2017

Sometimes ya gotta get passionate

For those of you interested in my herbal medicine posts, there's a piece about the subtlety of learning the art (properly) over at the other blog, here.

Tuesday, 28 November 2017

second post of the day

Just put up a post at the other blog on water based herbal remedies.

Clearing the traffic jam in my brain

Ever sit in a long line of cars wondering what's happened up ahead to stop traffic? That's how I've been feeling the last few days/weeks/months off and on. There's a line of thoughts up ahead of me, another building up behind. So what's the hold-up? Was there a collision? Is there road work going on?


Thursday, 23 November 2017

A crockpot decoction experiment

This post isn't strictly about mullein, but it begins there.

I've got my slow cooker on the counter and it's on a good simmer. After a few hours cooking last evening and sitting to cool overnight it's been humming along all day. It holds my latest experiment, a couple of days' long deep decoction of 4 or 5 quite small first year mullein plants, roots and leaves together. One doesn't usually decoct (as in simmer for a long time) the leaves of plants because they're too delicate; decoctions are for the tough stuff like barks and roots. But as I said, this is an experiment. Besides, mullein leaves are made of stronger stuff than most leaves, and I want to find out just what they'll offer up this way.

I dug the plants out of the snow yesterday as we were having a bit of a thaw - oh man, that was fun - because, well, I have lots of mullein out there and I could. It's been calling me, mullein has.

The rest of this post is over here at the garbling blog. It's opened up again, so anyone can read it, no membership required (don't ask, it's a long story).