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Living in Season Contents
Welcome If a friend send you this newsletter, welcome! You can subscribe for free at my website: www.schooloftheseasons.com or by sending an email to: My Season: Death and Resurrection Monday was her funeral. It was one of those days of magical, changeable weather here in the Northwest. It was just beginning to rain when I arrived at the cemetery in Kent; where the grass was frosted with the bright blue of forget-me-nots. The service was held under a canopy and at various times the sun broke through the clouds while the rain continued, so the air around us was sparkling with golden light. Then just as the minister spoke the final words, the rain came down in earnest, a steady patter on the roof of the canopy. It seemed like a blessing. Afterwards, I was talking with Daniel, Deborah's former husband. He told me that his mother had been praying for Deborah the night she died. Thelma looked up from her Bible to see Deborah in the doorway, her hair long and flowing as it used to be before the chemotherapy, a smile on her lips. She said, "I made it! I made it!" and then disappeared. So that was another blessing. And so is the promise of new life that comes with spring. Feedback Loop: Tree Stories Other favorite trees included: hemlock, silver maple, eucalyptus (yes! one of my favorites-my siblings and neighborhood friends built and defended a treehouse in a eucalyptus on White Oak Avenue in Van Nuys, CA) maple, sycamore, poplar, weeping ash and alder. Several people described the womb-like feeling of being inside a hollow tree trunk. I learned about a spiritual leader who consults trees at a nearby arboretum when needing mentoring. I also heard about the woman in New York who decided, as a way of alleviating her depression over 9/11, to plant a tree for each person who was killed. Marsha names the trees in her yard. And Helene, who is obviously very serious about her tree-hugging, bought a small woods! I was so enjoying the stories I received that I thought about creating an anthology of tree stories and then Amy sent me a link to a wonderful web site that has already done this. Check out: www.spiritoftrees.org Look Up! Stars in a Row Living in Season: Eating Locally I always make a pledge at the start of the new year, and this year I'm making a pledge to eat only locally grown foods, after reading several inspiring books. Joan Dye Gussow in This Organic Life writes about her commitment to grow as much of her own food as possible in her garden in a small town on the Hudson River in New York State. Although she provides many appetizing recipes and passionate arguments in favor of locally-grown foods, I don't think I can survive on the food I could grow in my 30 square foot community garden. I was more intrigued by Paul Nabhan's book Coming Home to Eat. Nabhan was inspired to spend a year eating only foods grown within 250 miles of his home in Arizona, after visiting his relatives in Lebanon where he was welcomed with a feast of native foods of the area, including alcohol distilled by an uncle. He wondered what it would be like to live within your foodshed, eating food that could easily be transported to your door, rather than imported halfway around the world at great cost. He studied and learned the traditional foodways of the native peoples of his area, who found returningalleviated health problems common on a Western diet. I'm not sure I would eat a road-killed rattlesnake, or raise So I just subscribed to a local Community Supported Agriculture (CSA) group which gathers food and flowers from several local farms and delivers it to my neighborhood once a week. I will find out what it's like to build my meals around the fruits and produce of the season, instead of being able to eat whatever I like all year around. I look forward to a more intimate connection with the land and the seasons, through the pleasures of the table. Resources: Gussow, Joan Dye, This Organic Life: Confessions of a Suburban Homesteader, Chelsea Green Publishing 2002 I've reproduced the pages on the sacred meaning of dyed eggs, and on my Ukrainian egg decorating ritual from the Eostre packet as free samples on the website. You can download them here. Holiday Packet: Eostre/Easter
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$9.00 + $3 shipping/handling. Please allow 10 days for delivery. An email version is also available for $7. It will be sent to you as an attached Word file within 24 hours. Order in our Store. Signs of Spring In Seattle, we get the same effect when the pink petals of the cherry trees begin to fall, as they are right now. The gutters are filled with pink, the sidewalks and cars spattered with pink confetti. When the wind blows, it shakes loose a cloud of soft pink flakes. I call it the "season of pink snow" and it's one of my favorites. And Arthur from Jersey City, NJ sent me this sensual image of tree sexuality: "The hazel tree in my yard opened its catkins in February, the demure female flowers extended their red pistils in reception at the same time." If you've noticed any signs of the season where you live, send them to me and I will post them on my website. I'm a little behind in my email so if you've sent me a Sign of Spring and I have not yet responded to it, it should be posted by the end of this week. See what others have posted here. Copyright Home
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