Showing posts with label our foremothers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label our foremothers. Show all posts

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Women's Wisdom; Sacred Agriculture















Sights from our May 16 celebration...
From the parking lot, we followed the "cowpath" to the dining room entrance. There we gathered round the fireplace for a "Hearth Kindling" ceremony.  Sister Carol Bernice had fresh fair-trade organic coffee, tea, breads and spreads available for munching. Forming a circle for a women's seed ritual we blessed seed peas and offered hopes for the women of the future. Then we sorted, innoculated and planted peas in Bluestone Farm's Biodynamic garden beds.

After a fabulous pot-luck lunch, Sr Helena Marie led us in a drumming circle. Passing a seed-filled womb-shaped gourd, Sr Carol Bernice started us sharing our own "seed" stories in The Way of The Council. We closed with an animated seed swap and a visit with the cows.

Friday, March 15, 2013

Ready and Waiting...

for our Women's Wisdom; Sacred Agriculture gathering on March 16.
A very special THANKS to the men behind-the-scenes; Bill, Jodi, Matthew, Scot, and Kevin who have given so generously of their time and talents for this women's-only day. Our next will be open to all!

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Hearth Warming Connections

As part of planning our March 16 Women's Wisdom; Sacred Agriculture gathering, I "borrowed" Rachel's Nest Group to help me gather the necessary firewood and, of course, use some of it to light a test-fire.  If you give a youngster a fire...
He'll ask for a stick and bread-dough... and so they did and so we did!
 Here's the first draft of our Hearth Warming Ritual:


Imagine Sister Pine; roots spreading in the earth, reaching into crevices, seeking water and nutrients, splitting rocks, yet binding earth together.



Imagine Sister Pine; trunk standing straight and tall; reaching up and up linking heaven and earth– branches reaching out to gather air and sun.



Breathe in a deep slow breath of air and as we exhale – LISTEN for the sound of wind in her branches



Take another deep breath and hear the air filling the branches and brachioles and avioli of our lungs as they gather in the oxygen we need to live.



As we exhale hear the wind in Sister Pine's branches as she gathers in the CO2 she needs to live.



Take a few more deep imaging breaths. We are joined with Sister Pine. Our waste air is her source of life. Her waste air is ours.



As she grows, Sister Pine's roots spread further and further in the earth and her crown, the tip of her trunk plunges deeper and deeper into heaven. Her branches spread further and further, gathering and storing the energy of the sun.



As her upper branches spread and grow, they shade her lower branches. Deprived of the life-giving sun, the lowest branches die and dry and wait...



a gift of sun's energy stored as resin and firewood for us to harvest.



For countless years, women of this hemisphere have gathered these gifts from Sister Pine to kindle their hearths.



Hearth; center of home, center of heat, center of cooking, center of nourishment; heart of life... Hearth. Heart... Hearth. Heart... Hearth. Heart.



For generations, women have placed the tiniest of Sister Pine's twigs around a glowing ember. We have fanned flames of life into life.



By adding bigger twigs and small sticks, the flames dance higher.



(Sing: Rise up oh flame, by thy light glowing. Show to us beauty, vision and joy.)



For a lasting fire we call on bigger sticks and logs of oak and maple, hickory and ash, cherry and birch. What gifts do we bring to this hearth today? As you receive your name tag, please step forward , add a stick to the fire and name a gift that, like Sister Pine, you offer to this day.


Composing with Noah's home-made turkey quill pen

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Honoring Our Foremothers

Gathering for four Wednesday evenings in August,
we shared stories of our
school principals,
mothers,
grandmothers,
and other women who we admire
and in some way,
who have made a difference
in our lives.


We brought in photos,
made drawings and collages,
and wrote cinquain poetry
and letters of appreciation.
We reproduced our work on 5X5 inch card stock,
and bound the pages with artists tape
into accordion books.


We are already
thinking ahead
to who we'll honor this winter
in our next book-making series
and hope you'll join us!