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Sadhvi Sez: The Everlasting Joy of the Poppy

SADHVI

After all the changes in the weather over the last month, I can see signs of spring all over and there is no turning back now – well actually, our last frost date is the middle of May, so I’m thinking there will be some cold yet to come…but, the momentum has started!

We’ve dug up and moved the Firethorn over there, and are planting new roses here, and trimming back the raspberries, and the gooseberries, and the butterfly bushes, and cleaning up the yard, as if we too are waking up from the winter like the plants.

I have some poppy seeds and now is the last chance for me and you to plant them in order for them to bloom this year.

"POPPY'S IN MY GARDEN"

With all the stuff that seems to be going in the wrong direction (i.e. that Monsanto/GMO rider that got signed by President Obama this past Tuesday (that the media has yet to do much reporting on, bless their hearts!) to protect them from being sued EVER if someone gets sick from eating GMO food…y’know, little things like that*), it’s nice to know that by simply bending over and putting some tiny seeds in the ground where there is plenty of sun, covering them with dirt, patting them down and making sure they stay watered, that such a lovely thing will grow and bring us such pure joy, the kind of joy that won’t be affected by the ever increasing stupidity on the planet.

To close, here's a poem that I found from over a hundred years ago
for you to enjoy today:
Happy Spring!

IN A POPPY GARDEN by Charles Francis Saunders (1902)
Upon a summer's day, when the noon-tide air      
Was dreamy with the languor of the heat,
The poppies of my garden stirred to speech.
"Master," they seemed to say, "we bring thee gift
Of sleep, and, in sleep's hand, forgetfullness
Of the world's smallnesses and petty prides,
That, waking, thou mayest have a freer heart
For life's nobilities."   .    .    .    .
Then I awoke. Pray God, the dream come true.

* This came from a friend and I thought it was important 
to add this to my post this week:

Hi Folks,
I am not familiar with the Blue Street Journal, but
found this quote really interesting when I learned about it,
and somewhat easing my rage in the light of what is happening
with our food safety and security.

"The GOP slipped in the "Monsanto Protection Act" into H.R. 933. 
A bill designed to avoid a government shut down. 
It also covered the Violence Against Women Act, SNAP, etc.

If Obama hadn't signed it the government would have shut down,
the Violence Against Women Act would have been
dead (again), there would be no SNAP assistance to
poor families, and more. 
For those reasons this was a "must pass" bill. 

If you're blaming Obama, you're doing what the
GOP wants you to do. 
They are the ones that did the deed..."

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When the power of Love overcomes the love of Power
the world will know Peace.
~Jimi Hendrix
"WHITE POPPY AND SALLY CHICKEN"


Sadhvi Sez: Keep Your Heart Open by Creating and Giving

SADHVI

This Holiday season is different on account of so many things: the end of the Mayan calendar on December 21, 2012 (oh no, the end of the world!); the end of the Kali Yuga on that same date; astrological configurations that have not occurred since 26,000 years ago; not to mention the intense times on the planet on account of financial, emotional, and weather-related things that just don’t seem to end.

Hey wait, maybe December 21st will be the end of all the chaos and nonsense, wouldn’t that be nice?

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This year I’m not even able to play my usual Christmas Songs while baking the things I send to my family who live far away; Nat King Cole and Bing just don’t sound very good.

I’m listening to classical music and my favorite Osho music more, trying to find comfort and joy inside. I’ve never taken that technological step with getting an iTunes account or a MP3 player or an iPod, so I am thankful that I have a CD player that is hooked up and still works!

I also like to bake to chill out, and I’ve been doing a lot of it lately. I have my grandma’s recipe for poppy seed and nut rolls, and it is the best one I’ve found, and I’ve searched the web extensively for a better one – believe me, there is no better recipe than hers! Because of my Czechoslovakian background, I find that I start to crave something with a lot of poppy seeds in it around now. They are so good and everyone loves them. If you like to bake, you should try to make them.

I don’t buy things that are mass-produced for any gift-giving occasion, so here are a few of my favorite things:

1.) My favorite hand-made soap is called Goat in the Patchouli Patch from ThingsFromHome. Really, in the ocean of hand-made soaps that are out there, Mickey’s goat milk soap’s stand out for their purity and price.

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2. And forget all those fancy anti-aging products that promise everything and are expensive to boot, because really and truly, none of them will make me look like I did when I was in my 20’s again! Instead, finding a product that is really good for my skin, not crazy expensive, and something that smells really really good is what I am after.

What I found to be all that is Garima’s Lavender-Rose Moisturizer. Besides being a master herbalist she’s an aromatherapist too. My skin likes her products, and they make me happy because they smell divine! And, they are very high quality and affordable too. Check her stuff out.

3.) I found these seeds that are beautifully packaged and great gifts for anyone who gardens. Check them out at this site: Hudson Valley “Art Packs”.

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4. I am also into supporting the local artists in my area. And while at one of our tailgate markets this past year, I saw Kristen Schooover’s whimsical and cute functional pottery. She has an Etsy page and is on FaceBook. You can also contact her in the old-fashoned way of telephoning or emailing her, if you write and ask me for it.

BENYO POTTERY

And lastly, I wear hats and scarves almost year-round; I feel especially protected when I’m wearing something on top of my head, and around my throat. I was really pleased to get a present of this hand-made silk scarf from a dear friend who got it from an online company in Canada called, WomenClothingToday. I love my silk scarf with a hand-painted design from Austrian artist, Klimt.

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I’ll close with a wish that you are surrounded by love and beauty and feel a deep sense of contentment with what is, and what’s to come!

Happy Holidays!

 

 

 

 

 

Where is Heaven?

Jeanie

Growing up, my family attended the First Presbyterian Church in New Bern, N.C.  On Sunday I would be dressed in a hand-me-down from one of my sisters who may have received it from one of our cousins, which meant by the time it made to me it would be faded and worn.  But I couldn’t have cared less about the dress because what excited me was that this was the one day of the week that I could wear my patent leather, flip-strap Mary Jane shoes.  I was born with feet issues and every day of the week I had to wear heavy oxfords with arch supports.  My brother said that I looked like I was wearing Frankenstein shoes.  I begged my mother to let me wear the Mary Jane’s with the straps flipped to the back so that my shoes would look like fancy, grown-up slip-on’s, but she always said no because they would “eat up my socks”.

After everyone was dressed and hair was combed, we piled into the Rambler and headed downtown to church.  On the first day of my Kindergarten Sunday School class, my mother escorted me to a classroom in the basement.  The room had tiny chairs placed into a half-circle and the teacher, Mrs. Huggins, welcomed me to her class.  As I watched the last bit of my mother’s hem round the corner, my mild anxiety dissolved at the site of animal cracker boxes and juice.  Other children’s little hands were passed from their mothers to Mrs. Huggins and we settled into our seats for our Bible story and lesson.

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I don’t remember the details of the lesson but I do remember the picture that Mrs. Huggins showed us.  She held up a print of a child in a field looking up.  Peeking down out of the clouds was a man with long white hair and a white beard and a kindly smile.  I got excited thinking that our lesson was going to be about Santa Claus!  Mrs. Huggins said this was God who was our father in heaven.  She said that he loved all his children very much and if we were good then when we died we would live with him forever in heaven.

I remember being confused about God being my father as my father worked at Eddie Webb’s Shoe Store on Middle Street and he didn’t look anything like the man in the clouds.  And besides that, I didn’t plan on dying any time soon.  After the lesson we pulled our chairs up to little tables, took crayons out of a cigar box and colored pictures of angels who also lived in heaven with God our Father.

After we got home we ate Sunday brunch prepared by my father, the one that worked at the shoe store.  He didn’t go to church.  My mother said that his Sunday morning church was reading the newspaper without all of us bothering him.  My mother and I then went out to work in our garden.  We had a big vegetable garden and my mother knew all about growing food.  She showed me which plants were the weeds and how to pull them out so that the roots didn’t break off.

Still thinking about heaven, I looked up into the sky and asked my mother where exactly heaven was.  She stopped for a moment in the middle of the squash vines, looked around the garden and said, “Right here.”

Jeanie and Waterfall

I liked the idea of heaven being in our garden where we weren’t dead and everything smelled so good.  And since I believed that my mother knew everything about everything, gardens became my idea of heaven and they still are.

After all the preaching and teachings I have heard in my life in regards to the 3 story Universe of heaven, Earth and hell, I wonder how things might have been different if we all had been taught that heaven was right in our backyards?  How would we have cared for Earth if we knew that God lived in the squash patch and the only white-haired man in the sky was Santa Claus?

 

 

 

Sadhvi Sez: PeaceSeeds, A Magic Tincture, and Icelandia

AUTUMN ZINNIA

Usually I get the planting fever when the seed catalogs appear in my mailbox come January. But this year, it’s happening now because of the great garden blogs that I subscribe to.

There’s this one, A Way to Garden, that described these beets (I love beets!) that were developed by someone I’ve never heard of before, Alan M. Kapuler Ph.D. It turns out Alan is a big name in the heirloom/organic seed world, and even founded Seeds of Change. Check out the list of seeds from the small seed company, PeaceSeeds, that one of his daughter’s runs with her husband. Some very interesting stories and some very interesting seeds. By the way, their ordering process is low-tech, which I like. You mail them what you want, send a check, and add $3 for shipping and handling. Nice.

Then I came across a neat recipe from Susun Weed; a tincture that you can make with 3 things that are still blooming right now – chicory, purple loosestrife, and cronewort – called “Third Eye Opening Tincture”.

Here is what Susun has to say about it:

“And I am sure most of you will enjoy the exciting and special recipe of the week: Third Eye Opening Tincture. I happened upon the recipe in an old book, tried it out, and have been recommending it ever since. If you are serious about connecting with the fairies and plant devas, the simple and safe tincture is for you.”  Susun Weed

And lastly, do take a look a the clip below. It is so beautiful, and made me feel peaceful. It has probably “gone viral” by now. And if millions of people see it, and feel as good as I did watching it, then that is a good thing!

By the way that song playing in the background is from an Icelandic group called Of Monsters and Men.

That’s it for this week.  Happy Fall. Happy Sadhvi. Happy Full Moon. Happy You.

ICELANDIA – Time-lapse Visuals from 64° North from The Upthink Lab on Vimeo.

Sadhvi Sez: Flowers, Tosh, and the Public Library

RED POPPY'S AND BLUE SKY

I read a book that everyone seems to have read, and I found out it’s been made into a movie a while back. It’s called “Sarah’s Key”. I guess I am not on top of things, but that’s never bothered me before.

Hey, I just discovered The Public Library again too. It’s so great,  because as much as I long to be swimming in the ocean these days, or relaxing in a thermal bath in Switzerland, I can’t. But getting lost in a good book is the next best thing, so go out and get your library card and start to read: and, it’s free.

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I have a friend who is so cool. His name is Tosh, and he has this site that has his book reviews. Whatever book he has said is great, well, it is. Check it out. You will find a book that is new to you, and perfect for your next mental get-away.

The beauty of flowers, the color of the blue sky, the smell of honey and clover and fresh-cut grass in the air…it sure makes me smile and feel like there is nothing wrong with the world.

I am feeling grateful and drinking in what is here in my garden.

I’ll finish this week’s post with a poem that I thought was by Rumi, but one that is actually by Rashani Rea. It’s  a poem that you might want to read out loud: Enjoy!

VERBENA AND OUR HENS

There is a brokenness out of which comes the unbroken,
a shatteredness out of which blooms the unshatterable.

There is a sorrow beyond all grief which leads to joy.
And a fragility out of which depth emerges strength.

There is a cry deeper than all sound whose serrated edges cut the heart
as we break open to the place which is unbreakable and whole.

Rashani Rea

CALIFORNIA POPPIES