Energy, seems to be lacking in many people these days...........hmmm? I've always been an industrious and hardworking individual. I don't really know if it's due to good genes or the work ethic my folks instilled in us as young kids (chores galore, including weeding a large lot by hand every summer!). I've always worked.
The sustenance of my energy is a culmination of a few things: 1. Diet 2. Exercise 3. Living life to it's fullest every single day. 4. Genes.... we'll give credit where credit is due!
I was a young women once.........I had dreams, ambitions, and ENERGY! I've hiked mountains and lakes most people will never see, I've rock climbed granite slabs on mountainsides, I've back-packed in Alaska twice, I've river rafted on an Alaskan river (they are huge & ferocious), I've lived off-grid in the mountains of Washington state, hauling my own water with a wee baby in tow. I've always gardened, eaten well, and taken care of my body. I've never stopped LIVING!
Now that our children are raised and gone, I'm busier than ever. I still grow a huge garden (because I know how wonderful the veggies are), I preserve what can't be eaten, I'm an avid spinner and knitter, I belong to a weekly, women's group, I now market my yarns (which is a full-time job of it's own), I handle all the husbandry on our ranch (castrations, dockings, and illnesses), I handle all the breeding (more detailed than you might think), I clean my own house (which gets darn dirty on a ranch w/three dogs and two cats welcome indoors at any time), I maintain the lawns, flower beds, garden and watering on our ranch. I find the time in the day to meditate, do yoga & walk 3.5 miles most mornings.
Bottom line: This IS my LIFE. How can I NOT have the energy to grab it by the horns and LIVE it??? It amazes me how many people I know are awe striken by my "energy." It's not so much about having energy as it is living life, and being healthy. When you have that, you have the energy.
If you want ENERGY...........get up, get moving, do something new everyday, go for a hike, eat well and be concious of your eating, what you're eating, get plenty of sleep, drink 64 oz. of water daily, meditate for 30 minutes ..............my ENERGY runneth over because of my lifestyle. Anyone can have this, they just have to want it!
If I could tell y'll one thing about "obtaining more ENERGY" it would be to throw out all conventional foods and sugars in your pantry, cut them out of your diet, eat more organic (especially meats!!!), slowly work towards becoming completely organic in food choices.................AND......................dance, hike, do yoga............just move!
Have a happy, loving heart, and abundant life, it'll do ya good! It will be a life fulfilled!
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
For The Love of Gardening
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| Heirloom Ruby Okra I was a young girl when I fell in love with gardening, it started with my grandma's garden. She was not only a fantastic gardener, but she was also a phenomenal cook. My grandma was originally from Wyatt, LA. Thus began my love of gardening. I grew my very first garden when I was 17. I lived in a lil' house off Oak street in the "big city." I had a lil' flower bed in front of the house which I tore out to plant veggies. Along the side of the house, I dug up the lawn and put in peppers, tomatoes, and lettuce. Before I could reap all that I'd sown, I moved to Northern California. I kept in touch with a few of my neighbors in the area. Since the lil' house didn't rent out too soon after I moved, my good neighbors took advantage of my garden............they said, "your peppers were HOT, and the tomatoes were sweet." I knew then, that I would always garden. There haven't been but a handful of years since that day that I haven't grown a garden. I'm now into my 33rd year of gardening. I've learned a lot along the way, in fact, I'm still learning. I've advanced from store bought plants, to raising my own seedlings. I've also concurred that organic is better, and heirloom is the BEST! These days, I start my own seedlings from organic, heirloom seeds that I save from year to year. After all, gardening is about frugality in once sense and bounty in another.   |
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Three Little Purls
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| 2-Pair Woolen Socks It's taken quite sometime to learn how to spin and knit. I've also noticed that people LOVE a quality craft. Everybody wants to learn, but few actually take the time to venture into something this time consuming. You definately have to be passionate about this craft in order to go forth with it. Then....theirs the "doing something with all the yarn" aspect, like learning to knit! I learned how to spin on a wheel approximately 1 1/2 years ago, a 2 hour lesson. I left a mountain town with a wheel in tow, I brought it home, and the rest is history. Practice, practice and more practice. I had an incredible teacher, a real sweet lady. She would email me the first month and ask, "are you spinning, making yarn?" AND......if I wasn't, I darn sure was reminded that if I didn't, I wouldn't! Thus began my huge LOVE of spinning and knitting. A lot of women knit, but not many make their own yarn. Personally, I think that when you spin, you become a part of that yarn, wooven into each strand, pulled tightly into that unique yarn! Thinking the whole time, "just what other fibers would go good with this particular yarn, should I make a 2-ply or a 3-ply, should I make thin or thick yarn or bumpy yarn........the mind is always engaged. And so, for me, I couldn't imagine going to a store and "buying yarn." In this process of learning, I've also learned that if you spin well, people want to buy your yarns (with a small commission attached). Maybe I'm a bit stingy, but when I raise the wool, shear the wool, skirt and scour the wool, spin and knit the wool, I'm not really diggin' the idea of sharing my hard earned profits with anyone! So I've decided that since I already like to spin and knit, I will now knit for profit. I started a business page on Facebook to announce the new site (I'm still working on the construction of it). This way I only have to share funds with one person, "The Man," and some sweet sheep! If any of "ewe" are interested in purchasing: socks (casual and hiking), scarves, hats or cotton dishcloths/washcloths, drop me a line. In time, I intend to learn to knit baby items and shawls, at the moment, I do not. If you are interested in socks, I need a shoe size(USA). If you're interested in hats, I need a head circumference measurement, this is specific so email me on "how to measure the noggin' " info! As most of you know, my passion's are many, but my biggest is our sheep! I love these critters like I love "The Man" (DON'T tell him I told ya that!). Each one has a very unique personality, some are stubborn, some are cuddly, and some are just plain troublemakers. But each and every one is loved unconditionally. Once ya love a sheep, then ya love the fleece/fiber/yarn/clothing!!!! So for me, this isn't so much about earning a buck or two knitting, this is about my passion............ Janet Frame (quoting some of her prose) And Francie's father would pick at something else, the way someone who is knitting will pull at the threads to make a hole, but their father tried to pick and unpick something inside himself that every year of being alive had knitted, with the pattern, the purl and plain of time gone muddled and different from the dream neatness. |
Monday, May 16, 2011
Why We LOVE Sheep!
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| Our Sweet "Gracie" Years ago, when I was a young women, I wanted sheep. I think it's every girls dream to raise sheep. I mean, what's not to love about them? So, in 2006 I was finally able to raise them, I wasn't a young women anymore, but I still had the desire and fortitude. Thus began my journey with sheep. I don't want to get into detail about how I purchased my original sheep or which breeds I started with, however it is important to note that I did want to end up with Jacob sheep as my main flock. Sheep are incredibly smart animals, the bonds they form with one another and their shepherd are deep. People have to earn it though, they have to be trusted, gentle, and willing. I am one such person, I'm very connected to my sheep. I talk to them on a daily basis, study them, pet them, and hand feed them. For a sheep, that entails a lot of trust, for a shepherdess, that entails a lot of love. My sheep give me so much more than I give them in return. They give me peace, love, pleasure and joy. But they also give me meat, wool, compost and dairy. Handspinning is my joy. It's meditative and calming. When my world gets a bit out of kilter, I turn to my wheel, knitting or carding. It sets my world in perspective once again. The barn cleaning is also a huge bonus. All sheep manure is readily available for use in a compost pile or to be directly sown into a garden, around trees & shrubs or made into manure tea instantly. Sheep completely digest their food, thus any weed seeds that may be in the hay you feed them, are gone, completely. The same goes for goats if you happen to raise them. So, my sheep give me terrific compost which in turn gives me excellent food in my garden. The better the soil, the more "good" amendments you put into it, the healthier the quality of your food. I let my girls glean my garden at the end of the season, they've earned it. When I have a ewe that is producing too much milk for her one lamb, guess who gets to milk her? If you've never had sheep milk or cheese, you're missing a phenomenal treat. In my opinion, it's far superior to goat milk. Annually we cull two sheep for our freezer.........lamb is super healthy containing a great source of protein, iron and zinc. It delivers a healthy dose of B12 and niacin. It is by far healthier for you than beef. It's a red meat that packs it all! I haven't had a cut of beef in six years. I utilize the fat from the lamb for making our own tallow as well. Ever had potatoes cooked in lamb tallow.............OMGosh! In essence, we use the sheep "poo" for our own food, the wool for our clothing, the meat for our health. What we receive in return from our woolies completes the circle. We give them a clean barn, medical care and vitamins, love, attention and proper care all around.....daily! Did I mention that I also market some of the fleece? Yep, I make money by selling fleece to women who also like to spin. I also sell lambs to good homes annually. I posted this article to inspire others who may be thinking about raising animals.........sheep are the ultimate farm animal to have. You reap so much from them..........trust, love, affection. Also, the lil' lambs are pretty darn cute and so fun to watch! |
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Sheet Mulching Gardening..........A New Concept?
Since it's Spring and everyone is talking about gardening, it made sense to post a story about my gardening experiences over the past umpteen years! I have been gardening and canning from my gardens for 33 years........wow! You'd think I know more than I actually do when it comes to gardening, but sometimes, just getting a garden planted, tending to it, and canning from it, can seem overwhelming....gardening is work, plain and simple.
I've recently learned about a "gardening technique" that our locals call, "Lasagna Technique." In actuality, the Lasagna technique of gardening has been around since the early 1900's. Ruth Stout was the originator of this gardening style. Ruth called it "sheet mulching gardening." I kinda like that term better, the visual in the name or something. Maybe it's because I'm not a huge lasagna fan, I don't know.
The idea of this gardening technique is pretty cut and dry. You are basically making compost in your garden beds. I've always been a "raised bed gardener" until I moved out to our lil' ranch. The previous owners had a large garden area tilled near our barns. Not having ever really planted in the dirt without a garden bed, I thought I'd give it a try. I have to tell you, although this garden produced prolifically for me over the past four years, I spent my life out in the garden weeding! I was losing my love of gardening very quickly. I turned to "The Man" not long ago and told him, "if you don't help me make garden beds, I'm not canning you anymore pickles, beets, greens, pumpkin or tomatoes"...........that seemed to be his inspiration! He loves home-grown, home-canned goodies his wife makes him. I know, I really play hard ball at times! Thus, the "re-vamping" of the Anderson garden.
Our beds are assorted in length, width remains the same. They are made of recycled and reclaimed materials. Sandstone, wood, galvanized metal...........it's the "shanty town" of gardens. We feel good using these materials, I don't care that it doesn't look like Martha Stewart's raised bed garden........I mean, "ARE YOU KIDDING ME???" So begins the new and improved Anderson garden.
Let me just say here quickly that part of the inspiration for the re-vamping of our garden came from a local tour not long ago, at a farmer's market grower. His explanation and technique of his gardening was my inspiration. Wish I'd listened to him five years ago when he offered to come to my house and show me "how!" Such is life.
So begins the work for the Anderson's. We build the beds out of reclaimed and recycled materials with corner posts sunk in the ground and bracing every 6-8 ft. We line the beds with chicken wire that is purchased in 4-ft. wide rolls (this process is done to keep moles, voles, prarie dogs and anything else that's a "digger" out). The next layer is cardboard, a full layer. We used boxes that we broke down (these are free!). On top of the cardboard we place a brown or green manure, doesn't matter which one you start with, as long as you alternate the layers. Brown manures should be twice as thick as the green manures. We also bought a truck-load of black cinder sand for $12. I mix one shovel full of sand into three shovel full of mulch (or brown manure). Mix and use. Keep alternating browns, greens, browns, greens. The depth of these beds should be anywhere from 18-24-inches high. Wet each layer lightly before adding another layer. You will finish this garden bed with good soil (that may cost you some money). When the bed is complete and you've wet the whole concoction for a few days, sprinkle bonemeal over the top (kinda like the icing on a cake), this will give you added phosphorus. PLANT your heirloom, organic seeds.
Remember that annually you will have to amend the soil, but from this point on, you have created some incredible rich, humus soil that will give you healthy veggies and herbs. As you amend this annually, it only gets better, darker, more fluffy, loaded with a lot of microbial growth that will nourish your veggies.
I'm very excited to be "back into my gardening forte'," I can grow incredible gardens with gardening beds, they are easy to amend, easy to weed (this won't be a perfectly weed free garden), easy to harvest from. I'm glad I only wasted four years trying this "other" gardening, let me tell you, it SUCKS! And it does because it destroys all the microbial growth in the soil, it turns up weed seeds so that sunlight hits them and thus begins your "weed patch." It hurts the lil' earth worms (if you have any), and it's just plain hard on the soil. Also, remember to heavily mulch your walk-ways so weeds don't begin growing in them. Use either a drip irrigation system on this garden, or a bubbler turned down low, or hand water. Don't over-head water ANY PART OF IT, or you will create more weeds within your garden boundry.
I had a garden once upon a time, I sold herbs to a local restaurant, I fed other families, I fed my own family, I harvested and dried my own herbs and never bought store bought herbs............I'm back to my roots this year, me and my "shanty town" garden! Happy Gardening y'll!
I've recently learned about a "gardening technique" that our locals call, "Lasagna Technique." In actuality, the Lasagna technique of gardening has been around since the early 1900's. Ruth Stout was the originator of this gardening style. Ruth called it "sheet mulching gardening." I kinda like that term better, the visual in the name or something. Maybe it's because I'm not a huge lasagna fan, I don't know.
The idea of this gardening technique is pretty cut and dry. You are basically making compost in your garden beds. I've always been a "raised bed gardener" until I moved out to our lil' ranch. The previous owners had a large garden area tilled near our barns. Not having ever really planted in the dirt without a garden bed, I thought I'd give it a try. I have to tell you, although this garden produced prolifically for me over the past four years, I spent my life out in the garden weeding! I was losing my love of gardening very quickly. I turned to "The Man" not long ago and told him, "if you don't help me make garden beds, I'm not canning you anymore pickles, beets, greens, pumpkin or tomatoes"...........that seemed to be his inspiration! He loves home-grown, home-canned goodies his wife makes him. I know, I really play hard ball at times! Thus, the "re-vamping" of the Anderson garden.
Our beds are assorted in length, width remains the same. They are made of recycled and reclaimed materials. Sandstone, wood, galvanized metal...........it's the "shanty town" of gardens. We feel good using these materials, I don't care that it doesn't look like Martha Stewart's raised bed garden........I mean, "ARE YOU KIDDING ME???" So begins the new and improved Anderson garden.
Let me just say here quickly that part of the inspiration for the re-vamping of our garden came from a local tour not long ago, at a farmer's market grower. His explanation and technique of his gardening was my inspiration. Wish I'd listened to him five years ago when he offered to come to my house and show me "how!" Such is life.
So begins the work for the Anderson's. We build the beds out of reclaimed and recycled materials with corner posts sunk in the ground and bracing every 6-8 ft. We line the beds with chicken wire that is purchased in 4-ft. wide rolls (this process is done to keep moles, voles, prarie dogs and anything else that's a "digger" out). The next layer is cardboard, a full layer. We used boxes that we broke down (these are free!). On top of the cardboard we place a brown or green manure, doesn't matter which one you start with, as long as you alternate the layers. Brown manures should be twice as thick as the green manures. We also bought a truck-load of black cinder sand for $12. I mix one shovel full of sand into three shovel full of mulch (or brown manure). Mix and use. Keep alternating browns, greens, browns, greens. The depth of these beds should be anywhere from 18-24-inches high. Wet each layer lightly before adding another layer. You will finish this garden bed with good soil (that may cost you some money). When the bed is complete and you've wet the whole concoction for a few days, sprinkle bonemeal over the top (kinda like the icing on a cake), this will give you added phosphorus. PLANT your heirloom, organic seeds.
Remember that annually you will have to amend the soil, but from this point on, you have created some incredible rich, humus soil that will give you healthy veggies and herbs. As you amend this annually, it only gets better, darker, more fluffy, loaded with a lot of microbial growth that will nourish your veggies.
I'm very excited to be "back into my gardening forte'," I can grow incredible gardens with gardening beds, they are easy to amend, easy to weed (this won't be a perfectly weed free garden), easy to harvest from. I'm glad I only wasted four years trying this "other" gardening, let me tell you, it SUCKS! And it does because it destroys all the microbial growth in the soil, it turns up weed seeds so that sunlight hits them and thus begins your "weed patch." It hurts the lil' earth worms (if you have any), and it's just plain hard on the soil. Also, remember to heavily mulch your walk-ways so weeds don't begin growing in them. Use either a drip irrigation system on this garden, or a bubbler turned down low, or hand water. Don't over-head water ANY PART OF IT, or you will create more weeds within your garden boundry.
I had a garden once upon a time, I sold herbs to a local restaurant, I fed other families, I fed my own family, I harvested and dried my own herbs and never bought store bought herbs............I'm back to my roots this year, me and my "shanty town" garden! Happy Gardening y'll!
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
A Blessing Way
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This is my good friend Val, although I haven't known Val that long, she has truly stolen a piece of my heart. Val is very close in age to my own daughter. Val is new to our area, her husband Javier just started a Naturopathic practice in a near-by town. Val is a graphic web designer. She is also a member of our weekly womens group called the "Radical Homemakers."
It was after one of these weekly meetings that I truly connected with Val. She stayed at my house after our meeting ended, to chat with me about my sheep, spinning, and knitting.........Val is also a knitter. We talked about her dreams of moving to their new five acre parcel of land, the yurt she wanted to buy for their temporary home, raising animals and babies. How could any of that be dull? When I found out that her mother lived in Maryland and that she had no siblings, I knew I needed to hold a blessingway for her. She needed women to surround her with love at this point in her life. So, we did...........
Welcome to the Sacred Ceremony & Smudging..........
We started the ceremony with smudging....smudging is the burning of sacred herbs in ceremonies for clearing, prayer, & purification. We used Sweetgrass and White Sage. I had previously chosen four women to invoke the "four directions" presence and power. Each women brought in a direction (the East first, then S., then W. & finally N.) Each women said a prayer and filled prayer ties with tobacco and sage, we tied each small prayer tie off with my sweet "Gracies" wool in a continuous circle. This was given to Val so that she would have these spiritual prayers and energy to take home with her. As she is having a home birth with a midwife, each prayer tie can be tied in her room or on her bed in the directions they belong. Red to the East, Yellow to the South, Black to the West and White to the North.
Me welcoming the Women & Grandmothers |
| Singing spiritual songs My good friend Maxie and my grand daughter Kiley, made a fresh flower tiara for Val. Kiley brushed and braided Val's hair, and then the tiara was placed upon her head. It was beautiful and fragrant.........flowers are symbolic of natures abundance and beauty just as a women is when she is in her full pregnant bloom. |
Brushing hair and placing the tiara We then took turns massaging Val's feet with cornmeal and warm Lavender water while she was able to relax and enjoy the moment. |
| Lorraine, Val's midwife washing Val's feet |
| Massaging her feet w/cornmeal |
| Sharing the warmed sweet almond oil for a massage |
| A massage from the ladies |
Each women was asked to bring a bead for a birth blessing necklace. Individually each women presented Val with a bead that they had chosen with care, something symbolic to them. As they placed the bead on a silver strand, they offered Val their individual blessing.........a safe passage for she and the baby, cherish and love each moment with your child as they grow so quickly, peace and love during your labor and so forth. This necklace will give Val a connection to all her women friends when she is birthing.
| The oldest "sage" of the blessingway, Barbara Kerr, she is 85 yoa After our bead sharing, we made Val expose her belly so that all of us could paint her belly with henna (a natural & temporary dye). We got creative............ |
| The henna painting..... We ended the day with an outdoor picnic. I had spent just a few days (ha!) choreographing and making an organic food buffet. We had fresh ground Kamut carrot cake with honey-cream cheese frosting for Val, some incredible apricot-raspberry bars, a bunch of organic finger foods & pregnancy iced tea. We also made prayer flags, similar to Tibetan prayer flags. Each women was able to choose a color of fabric, paint a blessing on the flags which Val will also be able to hang in her room during her labor. Another gentle reminder that her women friends are with her in spirit through this journey. Candles were sent home with all the women so that we can start a phone tree.... when I receive the call from Val's midwife Lorraine, that Val has gone into labor I will then call all the other women, we will light our candles and send positive energy and prayers for she and the baby, that they will indeed have a safe passage. Val, I was a bit nervous the day of our ceremony, but I want you to know one thing......if going through this rite was difficult, no women would have more than one child........from the moment you hold that lil' babe in your arms, nestle her to your breast, you will be hooked and smitten the remainder of your life. There is NO getting around it, you will be in love forever after! From the heart of Earth, by means of yellow pollen Blessing is extended. Blessing is extended. On top of the pollen floor may I there in blessing give birth! With long-life happiness surrounding me May I in blessing give birth! May I quickly give birth! In blessing may I arise again, in blessing may I recover, As one who is long-life happiness may I live on! --Navajo chant from the Blessingway Ceremony |
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Grandma Nellie~A True Story
"My great-grandmother was 111 years old when she died, the same age as the tatoo markings on her chin.
Grandma Nellie, as everyone called her, lived across the Klamoth river on Blue Creek. The only way you could get to her house was by a long journey through the ancient redwoods, through the prairies to the river, then across by boat. It was a very dangerous section of the mightly Klamath River where Blue Creek, which ran down from the saced High Country mountains, merged into the river. Blue Creek is still the purest, clearest, and most beautiful creek in the Yurok tribal territory.
Grandma Nellie was both a Seer and a Ceremonial Medicine Women. She healed with herbs, was considered clairvoyant because she could see into the future with accuracy, and she could find lost objects and lost people. She was able to solve murder cases, tell people's fortunes, and could read people's minds. That is why a lot of people feared her and why she lived alone, across the river, up on the side of the forested small mountain that eventually leads up to the higher mountains known as the Siskiyous.
The old farmhouse that was built years ago still stands there, and behind it you can find the traditional Yurok-style, redwood plank house our people lived in for centuries before European influence. Grandma used the old style Indian house to dry, sort, and store her herbs and as a place of meditation and prayer. Not too far from it was also the old-style, semi-subterranean, sacred sweatlodge she had used for doctoring hard cases, and the old salmon-fish smoke house that she used for making salmon strips, deer jerky, and smoked eels. She did not have electricity, modern plumbing, or conveniences. She had an old outhouse, a water system in the house based on gravitational flow, and an old wood heater for the kitchen and front room.
For years she lived all by herself in the old house, at the old village site. Different relations would come to visit and bring her food and some modern supplies like kerosene for the lamps, clothes, pots and pans, and toilet paper. She grew her own tobacco, cultivated her own teas, and lived close to the land, drawing upon berries, plants, fish and deer for her survival. She also had a garden that usually provided her with more food than she could use, and she canned a lot.
Her property was one of the most highly desired pieces of allotted Indian land on the reservation and Klamath River. So there was always someone trying to buy it from her at a steal, or tying to intimidate her to sell or threatening to take it from her. But she always stood her ground. Because of her reputation as a Medicine Women, and maybe due to her choice of property, the different local church representatives were always trying to get Grandma to join their denomination.
Grandma Nellie was already mad at the government, the large corporations, and the BIA for ripping hundreds of acres of her land under the notorious 1887 Dawes Act, then the 1934 Indian Reorganization Act, and the so-called state rights of way. She didn't have much tolerance for a group of people who called themselves Christians and who kept pestering her to come to their church services. But one day she decided to take them up on the offer. She went with a group of their congregation to Crescent City and attended their service, supposedly as a guest speaker about the "Indian Religion." As she stood up in front of the congregation she heard the scream of a Hawk. It flew into the church and sat on one of the pew-type chairs. With tears in her eyes she suddenly changed her tone of voice and the topic of her discussion.
"I can't do this. I can't be a part of what you people want me to be. You see the Hawk. It was sent by the Great Creator in the same way that God sent a burning bush to Moses, the Whirlwind to Job, and a Cloud to Noah. These are the religious leaders you teach us about, the ones you claim you learn from. Well, we Indians have our leaders too, and God speaks to us in a mysterious way. I know why you're trying to be nice to me. I am not saying that all of you have bad intentions, but I do want to warn you that all of Nature is witness to your thoughts, actions, and deeds. I cannot change for you so that you will accept me. I cannot and will not give or sell you my land. My ancestors are buried there. It is sacred ground. The old Indian trail that I use for spiritual pilgrimages to Red Mountain, to pray for the people, and speak to the Great Creator is on that land. It starts from my house and it is full of spirits, or what you white people call angels. But now I know why I finally agreed to come here. I came to bring you a message. You say that the book you study and believe in, The Bible, is the word of God? Why don't you follow it? We Indians are different than you people. We are not what you call hypocrites. Our women do not attend religious services whey they are on their moontime, their monthly cycles. That is against the Indian custom and laws, the Natural laws, and the Creator's Laws. Isn't that same law in your holy book? Isn't that same law all around the world in all cultures? You can't hide from the Moon. She sees everything. You can't change the law by calling it a curse, or demon worship, when it is a sacred and holy time for women. Your ways are destroying our Indian ways and the Earth along with it. You are creating imbalance and a lot of sickness. And in the future, a lot of strange and terrible diseases will come from problems with blood. So be forewarned.
"I want to leave now. I want to go back to my home where things are not so strange to me. There I can pray and feel good about it. But I tell you this. I had a dream. The great water serpent from the Klamoth River came and talked to me. He said he is angry at what people are doing to his home. Cutting all the trees, destroying the land, trying to catch all the fish and sell them without following ceremony. He said people are no longer following the old ways by making payment to him and the Creator. He doesn't like the way our Indian people make a mockery of the ancient and sacred dances by coming there drunk, women on their moontime, and everyone throwing garbage all over the sacred grounds. So he said the Great Creator is going to send him down the river to purify it, by the next full moon."
Grandma Nellie then went home and prayed. She went into the forest and found a small sacred tree, the dogwood, and did a ceremony on it. She took the sapling down to the front yard of her house, facing the river. She faced upriver, then downriver. She offered her pipe and tobacco and prayed to the water serpent: "I am an old lady, this is all I have left. My ancestors are buried here. I have food planted here. I respect everything here. To me the land is sacred. The river is sacred, and we cannot live without it. That is why I pray to the Great Creator and all my relations here this morning at sunrise and every evening at sunset. Now I offer tobacco to the Moon, the spirit of the river, the water serpent, and all my relations. I cry out to the Great Creator and say thank you for the dream and warning. I ask that you not hurt me or my people. I plant this sacred tree here, in this spot, only ten yards from the front door of my house. Do not let the water go any further than this."
A few days later, in 1964, a flood raged down the mightly Klamath River. It devastated the entire area, taking away homes, livestock, and human life on both sides of the river. It flooded Crescent City and destroyed the church in which Grandma Nellie had stood just a few days before. It was the worst flood ever recorded in California history. My Grandma Nellie is now dead and buried at the old village site. As you get out of the boat and begin to walk up to the old trail, leading up the side of a steep bank toward the old farmhouse, you can see that a flood had hit the place at one time. The first house on the trail is totally destroyed, with only bits and pieces of wood scattered around an old foundation. The second house, halfway up the trail, is mostly filled with mud on the inside. The third house, where Grandma Nellie lived, is still standing. It is wedged between five trees. The water did not go any higher than the sapling she planted, and you can see that it has now grown into a young tree."--Tela Star Hawk Lake The Last Female Shaman
The last I heard, the BIA is trying to divide the property up among all the different grandchildren and great-grandchildren, and as a result nobody can live on the land.
When I heard this story, it touched me very deeply. My own granfather once told us, "some people always have to have someone else to look down on, to make themselves feel better, more important." In my mind, Grandma Nellie was special, not only in her abilities as a Medicine Women, but in her devotion to her life, her ways. We should all live as Grandma Nellie did, in pure honesty, devotion and strength. Live with the Three R's: Respect, Relationship and Reciprocity...........live in kindness.
Grandma Nellie, as everyone called her, lived across the Klamoth river on Blue Creek. The only way you could get to her house was by a long journey through the ancient redwoods, through the prairies to the river, then across by boat. It was a very dangerous section of the mightly Klamath River where Blue Creek, which ran down from the saced High Country mountains, merged into the river. Blue Creek is still the purest, clearest, and most beautiful creek in the Yurok tribal territory.
Grandma Nellie was both a Seer and a Ceremonial Medicine Women. She healed with herbs, was considered clairvoyant because she could see into the future with accuracy, and she could find lost objects and lost people. She was able to solve murder cases, tell people's fortunes, and could read people's minds. That is why a lot of people feared her and why she lived alone, across the river, up on the side of the forested small mountain that eventually leads up to the higher mountains known as the Siskiyous.
The old farmhouse that was built years ago still stands there, and behind it you can find the traditional Yurok-style, redwood plank house our people lived in for centuries before European influence. Grandma used the old style Indian house to dry, sort, and store her herbs and as a place of meditation and prayer. Not too far from it was also the old-style, semi-subterranean, sacred sweatlodge she had used for doctoring hard cases, and the old salmon-fish smoke house that she used for making salmon strips, deer jerky, and smoked eels. She did not have electricity, modern plumbing, or conveniences. She had an old outhouse, a water system in the house based on gravitational flow, and an old wood heater for the kitchen and front room.
For years she lived all by herself in the old house, at the old village site. Different relations would come to visit and bring her food and some modern supplies like kerosene for the lamps, clothes, pots and pans, and toilet paper. She grew her own tobacco, cultivated her own teas, and lived close to the land, drawing upon berries, plants, fish and deer for her survival. She also had a garden that usually provided her with more food than she could use, and she canned a lot.
Her property was one of the most highly desired pieces of allotted Indian land on the reservation and Klamath River. So there was always someone trying to buy it from her at a steal, or tying to intimidate her to sell or threatening to take it from her. But she always stood her ground. Because of her reputation as a Medicine Women, and maybe due to her choice of property, the different local church representatives were always trying to get Grandma to join their denomination.
Grandma Nellie was already mad at the government, the large corporations, and the BIA for ripping hundreds of acres of her land under the notorious 1887 Dawes Act, then the 1934 Indian Reorganization Act, and the so-called state rights of way. She didn't have much tolerance for a group of people who called themselves Christians and who kept pestering her to come to their church services. But one day she decided to take them up on the offer. She went with a group of their congregation to Crescent City and attended their service, supposedly as a guest speaker about the "Indian Religion." As she stood up in front of the congregation she heard the scream of a Hawk. It flew into the church and sat on one of the pew-type chairs. With tears in her eyes she suddenly changed her tone of voice and the topic of her discussion.
"I can't do this. I can't be a part of what you people want me to be. You see the Hawk. It was sent by the Great Creator in the same way that God sent a burning bush to Moses, the Whirlwind to Job, and a Cloud to Noah. These are the religious leaders you teach us about, the ones you claim you learn from. Well, we Indians have our leaders too, and God speaks to us in a mysterious way. I know why you're trying to be nice to me. I am not saying that all of you have bad intentions, but I do want to warn you that all of Nature is witness to your thoughts, actions, and deeds. I cannot change for you so that you will accept me. I cannot and will not give or sell you my land. My ancestors are buried there. It is sacred ground. The old Indian trail that I use for spiritual pilgrimages to Red Mountain, to pray for the people, and speak to the Great Creator is on that land. It starts from my house and it is full of spirits, or what you white people call angels. But now I know why I finally agreed to come here. I came to bring you a message. You say that the book you study and believe in, The Bible, is the word of God? Why don't you follow it? We Indians are different than you people. We are not what you call hypocrites. Our women do not attend religious services whey they are on their moontime, their monthly cycles. That is against the Indian custom and laws, the Natural laws, and the Creator's Laws. Isn't that same law in your holy book? Isn't that same law all around the world in all cultures? You can't hide from the Moon. She sees everything. You can't change the law by calling it a curse, or demon worship, when it is a sacred and holy time for women. Your ways are destroying our Indian ways and the Earth along with it. You are creating imbalance and a lot of sickness. And in the future, a lot of strange and terrible diseases will come from problems with blood. So be forewarned.
"I want to leave now. I want to go back to my home where things are not so strange to me. There I can pray and feel good about it. But I tell you this. I had a dream. The great water serpent from the Klamoth River came and talked to me. He said he is angry at what people are doing to his home. Cutting all the trees, destroying the land, trying to catch all the fish and sell them without following ceremony. He said people are no longer following the old ways by making payment to him and the Creator. He doesn't like the way our Indian people make a mockery of the ancient and sacred dances by coming there drunk, women on their moontime, and everyone throwing garbage all over the sacred grounds. So he said the Great Creator is going to send him down the river to purify it, by the next full moon."
Grandma Nellie then went home and prayed. She went into the forest and found a small sacred tree, the dogwood, and did a ceremony on it. She took the sapling down to the front yard of her house, facing the river. She faced upriver, then downriver. She offered her pipe and tobacco and prayed to the water serpent: "I am an old lady, this is all I have left. My ancestors are buried here. I have food planted here. I respect everything here. To me the land is sacred. The river is sacred, and we cannot live without it. That is why I pray to the Great Creator and all my relations here this morning at sunrise and every evening at sunset. Now I offer tobacco to the Moon, the spirit of the river, the water serpent, and all my relations. I cry out to the Great Creator and say thank you for the dream and warning. I ask that you not hurt me or my people. I plant this sacred tree here, in this spot, only ten yards from the front door of my house. Do not let the water go any further than this."
A few days later, in 1964, a flood raged down the mightly Klamath River. It devastated the entire area, taking away homes, livestock, and human life on both sides of the river. It flooded Crescent City and destroyed the church in which Grandma Nellie had stood just a few days before. It was the worst flood ever recorded in California history. My Grandma Nellie is now dead and buried at the old village site. As you get out of the boat and begin to walk up to the old trail, leading up the side of a steep bank toward the old farmhouse, you can see that a flood had hit the place at one time. The first house on the trail is totally destroyed, with only bits and pieces of wood scattered around an old foundation. The second house, halfway up the trail, is mostly filled with mud on the inside. The third house, where Grandma Nellie lived, is still standing. It is wedged between five trees. The water did not go any higher than the sapling she planted, and you can see that it has now grown into a young tree."--Tela Star Hawk Lake The Last Female Shaman
The last I heard, the BIA is trying to divide the property up among all the different grandchildren and great-grandchildren, and as a result nobody can live on the land.
When I heard this story, it touched me very deeply. My own granfather once told us, "some people always have to have someone else to look down on, to make themselves feel better, more important." In my mind, Grandma Nellie was special, not only in her abilities as a Medicine Women, but in her devotion to her life, her ways. We should all live as Grandma Nellie did, in pure honesty, devotion and strength. Live with the Three R's: Respect, Relationship and Reciprocity...........live in kindness.
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