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When I Grow Up

If I could be anything when I grow up, I would be a village healer.  I’d grow plants and make medicine and learn the ways of the seers…because I love it and I know that’s why I exist.  I’d write books to teach others these ways. I wouldn’t worry about appropriate fees and rates, or advertising, or competition with other herbalists, or whether I’ll stand out amongst my colleagues for some amazing difference between my gifts and theirs.  I would mostly work at home, setting up a little workshop where anyone could come to get well.  And because I help people heal their bodies, overcome obstacles of the spirit, and reacquaint with God – in themselves and as part of the eternal whole – my village would make sure my needs were met. They would donate or share or gift freely because money would not be an issue.
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In the Birth Yurt – Ponderosa, Washington

At this moment one of my closest friends is between rushes (contractions) during the laboring for her first child.  I’m taking this few minutes to write while the midwives set up, just because I have to get out some of the enormity of emotion we are all experiencing. She is a beautiful mama and has taken on some ancient, feminine, divine energy (force) as she works through this.  Something else has come into the yurt, something I can’t explain but can feel, almost touch; it’s telling her how to handle everything.  I’m in awe, I’m honored, I feel helpless, but glory in it all. I would not be anywhere else than right here with her. What a thing to witness and be part of less than a week after finishing the trail… Continue reading In the Birth Yurt – Ponderosa, Washington