‘Toros’  by Brooke Medicine Eagle 2016

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My birthday time is coming – late April, snow on the high peaks, blossoms bursting forth in the valleys, blackbirds singing in the reeds as they pair and repair their nests. Radiance, aliveness, burgeoning irrepressible….

In my childhood on the ranch, baby calves came forth and their mothers licked them into wakefulness, yet their big, soft brown eyes grew weary in the sun of feeding time and they slept on the hay. I would slip up behind them and gently rest myself on them until they stopped their startled struggle, felt my warmth and sweetness, and then we both slept there together among the blossoms in the nurturing light of spring.

In the sky on the April morning of my own emergence into the light of day, the constellation Taurus the Bull lined up with the sun and also with the horizon – giving me double the energy of Taurus (sun and rising). I ran wild and free in that mostly unsettled part of the reservation, following animals trails into the high mountains on the back of my pony. In times of challenge in my young life, my mother would say to me “Stop fighting your head,” when I would bloody myself on whatever tried to confine me, as did the huge, thick muscle-necked bulls when we ran them into confining chutes on rare occasions. I eventually learned to stay calm and breathe my way un-bloodied through the small spaces, yet I was never tamed.

This day I have visited the high mountain Andalusian town of Ronda, and the oldest bull fighting ring in Spain – blessedly quiet on this sunny afternoon. All around me are images of wild bulls, brought into the confines of the ring to fight and lose their lives. On the town walkways, famous matadors’ names are enshrined, and their colorful and extravagant moves flash at me off post cards and posters. But mostly, i can feel the bulls, already harmed – frightened and wild-eyed in a full and shouting ring of those who will cheer and watch them die.

I have recently felt myself in such a place, with my heart pierced in the end and the townspeople applauding; and I am with the bull in the glory and sadism of his final challenge. The crowd is there – looking, judging, yelling, frenzied by the thought of blood. The dark, magnificent bull awes them; his wildness frightens them. They hurl their cowardly shouts from behind high walls, clustered together with others of their kind, yet wishing they had the courage of the last one who steps forth into the ring – the only one brave enough to act out the people’s bloody will. Toreadors – horsemen with their long weapons –  dare to be in the ring, near the danger, yet above it.

Yes, then the matador – the one who has courage enough to step into the ring and dance with the wild one – comes forward. He reminds me of the man who recently stepped into my personal ring with its power and challenge. Although his elderly walk was stiff and seemed clumsy, when he danced he was young and agile and joyful like a matador in his shining moment. He dared to join the thrill and intensity of the dance with me, and was buoyed up by the love and power of it until he could hold me no more. It was time to finish it, and to my utter astonishment, instead of setting me cleanly free, he unsheathed the long blade which plunges through the back.

Toro, the bull, comes out of it’s dark and tortured enclosure into the blinding light and is surrounded – by the small ones above who judge and jeer, and by the horsemen who start the slaughter with spearlike weapons. Only the brilliantly-clothed matador is smaller than the wild one who fights for life. In the glaring sun, a bull fighter swirls his enticing cape; the bull charges, and comes out with a barbed banderilla stuck in his back. Again and again, the toreador’s dancing skill allows him to strike, and soon the bull’s back is festooned with those small picks that looked like feathers flying and bouncing as he runs, unable to escape, blood trickling down from his back above his heart.

All of it – the fear, the rage, the shouting, the horsemen, the bleeding, the unrelenting barrage of insult – begin to wear him down. He does not know he is to be killed; he is only fighting to be free. His wild heart beats fiercely until the end, when the matador drives a sword down through his great heart. He falls, to the cheering roar of the small people in the stands. The wild one has once again been vanquished; their hero has come out unscathed! The people of city and town can go back to their lives, feeling safe again from the terror of what seemed an intense and powerful darkness.

 

And yet some place in their heart mourns the loss, for deep within them lives the song of wildness that comes from Great Earth Mother. It calls to them of pure streams and clear air and sloe-eyed baby calves born of huge bulls, and of meadowlarks and blackbirds singing in the valleys under high, white peaks.

Magnificent wildness cannot be tamed or conquered by smallness. In the heart of life, the bull lives and is free again. What is destroyed is destroyed within the hearts of of the mob who fear and judge and jeer. The ‘triumphant’ crowd which hangs together feeling satisfied and proud, are diminished and yet cannot perceive what it is that eats away at them during the sameness of their days, huddled together in agreement and colluding in justification behind walls of numbness and judgement.

GLORY TO ALIVENESS and FREEDOM!

The bull’s magnificent life awakens again on this spring day in Andalusia, beating in the heart of a newborn calf just being licked by his mother in the sun of a new and radiant morning. Wildness lives on among the blossoms…..

 

PS: I came upon a site which tells the whole story of the bull’s torment, should you care for the nitty gritty…

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http://www.stopbullfighting.org.uk/facts.htm

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Restorying Life

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I recently had the joy of a good visit with friend and colleague Gen Boast on her RESTORYING LIFE podcast. It seemed like we covered a lot of territory in that half hour, focused on the evolving shape of the feminine and masculine energies in the world.
Starting it off with a joyful true story of finding two beautiful little springs, pouring pure water into a canyon stream there at Sacred Ground, I spoke at  length about the nurturing and renewing power of the Feminine, and how we can move into the flow of the rising Feminine which has been declared by primary tribes around the world. In my younger days I vision quested under the Sacred Hat Lodge of the Cheyenne people, guided by the amazing elder called The Woman Who Knows Everything! That experience awakened me to a deeper sense of the feminine than I had developed as a tom-boy tough, hard-working ranch girl on the reservation.
More awakening came while living in San Francisco in the 70’s in the midst of upsurging feminism and women’s power movements. The challenge we had then, and now, is that we have lived for thousands of years under the patriarchy and a masculine force that has often become degraded and destructive. Some women thought that putting on men’s clothes and pushing themselves into higher levels of the work force was feminine power – not so, yet we didn’t have much other model.
Now we are beginning to understand that the Feminine is a very opposite kind of empowerment – totally different than push and force. Everything was birthed into this world by the Divine Feminine, Great Mother, whose love, caring, creation from nothing, and support of ongoing Life lives in us as well. Allowing ourselves to drop into that dark womb of creation, to still ourselves and listen to the great voices of harmony that guide us, is not an easy thing in this world of doing – where quietness, being, meditating, resting into moontime days, and honoring the womb of life is not only denigrated but often suppressed.
So we speak of the evolving Feminine, and also the positive Masculine – Holy Cowboys and Native Warrior Chiefs.  I share about oxytocin-based cultures of equality and gifting. And encourage us all to hold strong to the reality of the Golden Dream we carry, seeing this world around us as passing and a new world emerging through our conscious commitment to nurturing and renewing the world.
I think you will enjoy and learn from this short podcast: https://www.medicineeagle.com/bmemedicineeaglecom/free/

THE WHOLE AND HOLY TRUTH my best talk ever!!

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Art by Rogue Guiry Simpson

 

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I recently had the pleasure of doing  an interview with Jocelyn Mercado on her very special summit entitled REMEMBERING THE TRUTH OF WHO YOU ARE.  It gave me an opportunity to share about something very powerful  – the essence of White Buffalo Calf Woman’s teachings. For those of you who do not know, she is the holy woman who came to a group of Lakota peple, bringing the sacred pipe, the Chanupa, and the profound teachings of Holiness.
In this talk, I tell the story of her coming, with its many teachings, and have time to focus on the primary one: that we are One with All Things – a holy perspective – and that we must walk with this truth in our attention if we are to walk in a harmonious and sustainable manner on this Earth. It’s a teaching that is vitally important to us two-legged as we face the environmental, social, political and other critical challenges we have created.  Interestingly enough, modern physics is coming to the same understanding that she offered generations ago. And it is time for us to realize the power and possibility of them.
As with all things that draw my interest, her holy ways are not “just” spiritual, and are certainly not separate from our daily lives – they awaken and empower us in every moment. In one of the best talks I have ever given, I outline some basic principles and the application and usefulness of them in your life – as best I can do in an hour. I share practical techniques  which are the basis of manifesting a full and rich life, and are the same underlying principles within all true religions.
You are invited to spend an hour with me. I think it will serve you well.
Click Here for the Replay Recording –
Remembering the Truth of Who We Are with Jocelyn Mercado 2018 http://www.medicineeagle.com/bmemedicineeaglecom/free/
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In my private and group work, I can help you deepen into these ways that will be very helpful in your life!  Contact me to visit about the possibilities.

The Foundation of Transformation

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The Foundation of Transformation 
I’ve spent my life searching for ways to transform the old negative patterns and craziness that was picked up by most of us in our childhoods. I think of a New Yorker cartoon showing a huge auditorium with a banner “People with Totally Happy Childhoods”. There are 3 people among the many hundreds of empty seats! 😉  It is a somewhat humorous reminder that almost all of us have had challenges of one kind or other growing up – whether we are rich or poor, city or country, only children or one of many. Perhaps it is just how being human goes, and we are meant to transform those difficulties into strength and wisdom, clearing the way to offer our precious and rare gifts to the world.
Too often we get stuck in our heads and our emotions, even when we consciously work on these issues – on our own or with a therapist. I want to suggest that the foundation of our transformation lies in the BODY, in the ancient brain where there are powerful tools to help us truly clear the old and thus be able to move forward into a positive future.
Recently I gave a talk for an international summit called Wonder Quest, in which we were asked to provide positive and useful tools for listeners. I chose this theme, and I think you will find it very useful to listen to what I have shared.
Please leave comments or questions here. I also do private sessions to catalyze your wholeness with the kind of techniques I present in the talk. For more information on those, see Private Work with Brooke 
In this present world where we are asked to meet enormous and critical challenges to our life on Earth, having all our resource available is vitally important. I hope this information is useful to you in creating a better life for yourself, as well as making a positive difference in the world.
 Click Here to listen to the 2018 Wonder Quest Online Event Replay

SACRED GIVEAWAY, HONORABLE HARVEST

SACRED HUNT / SACRED GIVEAWAY with Tanah Whitemore

published in Green Spirit Magazine, England

There is no death, only a change of worlds.  — Chief Seattle

White Buffalo Calf Woman, the bringer of the chanupa – the sacred pipe of holiness – invites us always to hold a view of wholeness and Oneness, in addition to seeing from our minute personal sphere and limited years of experience. When we can breathe the expanded sense of the flowing wholeness that carries us through all time, then larger and perhaps clearer perspectives open to us. We become available to rich learning from the wider world around us.

All life offers profound teachings, and humans are learning to pay attention in profound ways. A primary lesson is respect for the life of all things, as White Buffalo Woman has reminded us in one of her tenets: “Whatever you do to anyone or anything else in the circle of life, you do to yourself, for we are One.” In our time, it is good that animal rights and care groups abound to remind us about the preciousness of all life. I, personally, look at the world with the eyes of a sacred ecologist. A normal ecologist would perhaps focus on the usefulness of trees to clean our air, supply oxygen, hold soil, and offer resources; a sacred ecologist would add: “AND they are living things, a part of the great circle of life, and as such deserve our loving care, just as our own human family does.”

This perspective takes me to the ways of our native peoples regarding killing trees. Elder women went about the camp sites gathering dead and dry wood for fires rather than the men felling trees. In preparation for Sundance ceremony, a tree is taken down, yet days of ceremony precede and accompany this rite. Four young, virtuous girls strike the first blows. Thanksgiving and offerings are made. It is carried to the ceremonial grounds in an honoring procession. Sacred objects are tied in it’s branches. It then represents the world tree – the growing and blossoming center of life. In the Crow Indian sundance form, all dancing moves to and from that tree.

Animals also offer powerful teaching about life and death, which primary hunting societies knew well from their intimate association with their prey. This lesson is about respect and honoring in a holy way, deeper than our usual surface awareness. Not only is the one which is harvested honored as an individual, but as well, the flowing, continuous cycle of life, death and rebirth is experienced with awe and blessing.

Now an awakening generation of non-primary people are tuning in to the challenging depth of full understanding. One of those is Tanah Whitemore, a wise woman of mixed native and European heritage, who is the steward of Sacred Ground, International – a teaching center and buffalo preserve which includes my old home ranch on the Crow Reservation.* I will briefly tell her story here so you can journey with her in what the buffalo have taught her.

Tanah wished to bring the buffalo back to the land they had happily roamed in the last century, and so began with a few bulls and cows. She was concerned about her ability to take care of them, to keep them safe and to insure that their unique needs were met. She took great care of them, or should I say, micro-managed them. In turn, over the years, they showed her how independent and powerful they are – what harmony and richness they create in their natural way of movement across the land. The pastures had been neglected, eaten down; and drought had plagued the rolling hills there under the crystal mountains. We raised money to feed the buffalo big bales of hay, fighting through drifts of snow to get food to them, tearing up ranch vehicles in the challenging process. As the years passed, the herd grew and grew……more food needed, more money, no income, stress….. yet because she loved those buffalo with a fierce protection, she would not think of commercially harvesting any, even though the excellent meat of buffalo was in increasing demand and would have given good income.

As Tanah continued to closely observe over successive years,  she began to see that the grasslands were improving with the buffalo’s hoof action and their way of grazing and moving as a group.  Clear springs came up where their rolling created wallows that filled with water in the spring rain, and thus magnetized water up from the earth to flow forth. She found she had to manage them less and less – they made it obvious that they knew how to live on the land and make it abundant. Yet the herd was growing too big for even her thousands of acres….

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Then the buffalo began the deep teaching of “give-away” as she meditated with them, inviting her to do sacred hunts to harvest some of the herd. As difficult as this was, she cautiously began, bringing in a special kind of hunter who would go through teachings and ancient purification rites to ready themselves, praying and telepathically intending toward the one who would give it’s life — a way practiced by long generations of native hunters. Accompanied by guides and sharp-shooters, they would go on the mountain to the herd and sit, praying for the one who was to give itself. When the hunters got quiet and listened, they would often feel the animal before they saw it, creating a connection beyond normal perception. They awakened to the understanding that they and the buffalo were coming together to exchange gifts, to acknowledge their brotherhood, their oneness.

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Then a pattern begins that astonishes everyone.  A single bull or old cow (whichever has been requested) steps forth, away from the herd and ‘presents’ itself. Those attending report a glow of life, confidence and beauty radiating from this one, who stands proud and strong before them. There is a sense of the buffalo being in joy and celebration, looking around that beautiful homeland for the last time. The one doing the harvest is taught to look into the eyes of this radiant one and give thanks for the gifts about to be exchanged. These buffalo are grateful for the ability to complete and fulfill their journey as providers and teachers – as they are held within the sacred circle of an honoring and acknowledging ceremony. They have been seen, heard and honored for all of their gifts.

The shot, which cannot be taken until everything is clear and the sharpshooters give the OK, has to be behind the head where it joins the neck for a clean kill.  During the hunt then, after those radiant moments in celebration of vital life, the buffalo will often move to stand sideways, then literally turn it’s head to open that exact place to the hunters. The shot will be taken and the buffalo gently go down. By this time the hunters are crying; everyone is crying with the intensity and beauty and power of the moment.

Then the immediate family of that buffalo comes forward from the herd and gathers around it, standing in quiet meditation and honoring. The hunters and guides join in that honoring. Tobacco is placed on the Earth and on the buffalo when they go to it, giving thanks for this gift of bounty and sustenance. **

And often among the next season’s calves, Tanah will sense that new buffalo babies are born to embody the energy of the ones who had previously crossed in the Sacred Harvest. They return to the family and land where they have given-away, continuing the circle of life in joy, and creating a deep lesson from which we must learn.

This conscious cycle deepens over time, continuing to teach Tanah and her hunters about the honor of a respected giveaway, the importance of using everything that was given in a sacred way, the continuation of life, and the returning of those who had gone before. The herd is happy and peaceful, fitting within the bounds of it’s land. Tanah’s love for them grows and deepens, as does her respect for the way the buffalo live on and improve the land, and offer themselves in an exchange of gratitude. 

Birth and life and death move in a circle of beauty and aliveness.  And all is well……

Of course! the path to heaven

doesn’t lie down in flat miles.

Its in the imagination

with which you perceive

this world,

and the gestures

with which you honor it.

—Mary Oliver

Brooke can be reached at www.MedicineEagle.com.

To learn about the hunts and harvests, see www.sacredgroundintl.org  Connect with Tanah (to arrange for a sacred hunt or harvest – yourself or by an especially designated and trained hunter) 406-245-6070     info@sacredgroundintl.org

** This meat is the finest in the world – free range, non-polluted, raised with honor and love. When you (or your group) buy a buffalo rather than packaged meat, there is no requirement for vaccinations or other processes which make the meat less healthy. Sacred Ground arranges processing of meat, hide, skull and all.

 

Minor Miracle

Well, I have accomplished what seems at least a minor miracle! 
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As you know i have been on the road with no house of my own for several years – a choice I made to travel the world after being so tied down with the orchard sanctuary. AND it has been unpleasant to come ‘home’ to the USA after joyful international travels and not have the restfulness of a personal dwelling.
So I informed the gods and goddesses that I am willing to do the hard work of teaching on the road internationally AND I also need a home base when I return. A home on wheels seemed a good answer since I do like to move about even when on Turtle Island soil. Most everyone told me that I wouldn’t be able to get much for the small amount of money I had saved, except a dear friend Susan who reminds me that ‘miracles are what we do.’  I was willing to get one of those deals where ‘a little old lady has a fancy old car she babies and only drives to the post office once a week’. Hmmmmm…..
So I arrived Sept 1, planning to search around for a motor home that would feel like a real little home and be able to carry enough so that life could be full and pleasant. My friend Pearl referred me to our big RV seller here in Missoula, and I stopped down a few days after flying in from Europe. They gave me Scotty, a wonderful sales guy with 20 years experience and a happy disposition. When I told him I could probably come up with $25K at the most, he remained cheerful but said that the $25-50K bracket were in great demand and they had only a couple out of the hundreds on the lot – he went to look at their book of listings. He came back with only 2 ($29k and $36), then had a sudden inspiration about one that had just come in and was still being checked out in the shop before going on the sale lot. It was a few feet longer than I wanted, but we went to see
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1996 Pace Arrow – top of the line in it’s day, scratch along the passenger side, had been kept outside so paint looked old. Yet voila, inside it was immaculate – carpet, furnishings and appliances seemed not to have even been used. I immediately noticed that it had a new convection oven, something I was planning to put in. The layout was great with lots of closet space and outside storage; and then he started telling me all the things the previous owner had added – solar panels, brand new QUIET Marlin generator, new tires, Bach aerator for better gas mileage, 10 CD player, aluminum covered shades for most every window besides the big one that was on it already — on and on. He said the additions cost almost as much as the price they had on the whole MH, and kept saying over and over again, as he tried all the bells and whistles, “Wow, I can’t believe how immaculate this is!”
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I really liked it, and asked the price, crossing my fingers that I afford it….. $16,986. OMG, I could hardly believe it!! Nice leather driving and LR seats, new tires, automatic leveler, new stove and convection oven, big refrigerator, big windows with special day and night shades, nice lighting fixtures, lots of closets inside + storage outside, rug not worn, enough space to do yoga and movement practice, + only 51k miles on it! Even the $35K one was not nearly so nice, so I called my pal Pearl, who knows a lot about RVs and living in them. She came down and checked it out; I drove it; and since it would sell as soon as it hit the lot, bought it right then!! It was all so easy it felt almost unreal!
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Then I saw the name on the side again – Pace Arrow VISION, and I remembered in a meditation getting the reminder – “Hold your VISION clear and send it forth like an ARROW. It will lead you to what you desire.” Wow, did it ever! Thank you, Creator, for always taking good care of me!! I named her VISION>>>
My sister friend Tanah had counseled me;
1. Get clear on your positive prayer / intention.
2. Send it forth, asking that your mindset / vibration match the prayer.
3. Surrender it, saying “Creator, make it so.” Then the great and loving forces can go into action…..
I ended up, even with all the extra things one needs to buy, including an excellent maintenance contract, getting it for well under what I had even prayed for…..
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So now I am outfitting my new little home (working on a way to pull a car) and will stay here in Montana for a few more weeks. Then I’ll be at Friendly Haven Farm and bee sanctuary near Portland to help out for awhile – a lovely reprieve from the quickly lowering temps here and an opportunity to spend time with bio-dynamic bee keeper *Jacqueline Freeman! I also plan to spend some in what my friend Bonnie calls ‘the Arizona of Colorado’ over west near Grand Junction in the red rock county around the Colorado river – wonderful fruit orchards and warm garden land + fabulous recreation opportunities including kayaking, biking, and hiking to get myself back in great shape The beautiful mountains are only a short drive away, and I’ll take my car for a New Mexico journey to attend dances at the Pueblos – something I’ve been wanting to do again for years. And maybe on down to a friend’s ranch in Mexico.
  I’m glad I’ve driven big rigs before so it doesn’t seem difficult at all, although I’ll need to be paying close attention to such a wide and long outfit, for sure.
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This amazing movable home will serve me well. I’ll come back to Montana in the late spring and summer, spending time around Missoula where I have a beautiful place with gorgeous views at my friend’s home right outside of town, and also the old home Moccasin ranch and buffalo herd at Sacred Ground down on the Crow reservation. With the gypsy wagon for retreat students, I’ll be able to invite people to come and work with me. Even in Colorado, my friend says it’s the perfect place to invite people for spiritual quests and outdoor beauty!
I’ll have a year to enjoy it, then be able to leave it at the dealer’s in Missoula for free while I return to UK and EU in August 2018, hopefully for 6 months or more. If my association in France can work out an extended visa, I’ll teach and then rest the winter in southern France and Spain. It feels like another book might want to come forth…..

 

So I’m learning all the systems on VISION – everything a home contains, plus what an auto has. Now to decide what to take along and to find it in my storage unit….
I AM SO BLESSED AND GRATEFUL !!
** Read her amazing book, written for the bees to offer their vital message to humans in this time of crisis: SONG OF INCREASE

HANGING OUT

One of my fondest memories from my childhood is the sweet smell of sheets and clothes just brought in from a clothesline in the sun. It’s springtime and the bees are enjoying the clover blossoming nearby. A gentle breeze is blowing. An ideal day for hanging out…..

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And I have carried this joyful practice with me through the years. As soon as I settle, up goes a clothesline, if there is not one already there. And I often gift friends with little lines in sunny pockets of their home space. There’s also always a drying line somewhere near my washer, or a rack to put things on hangers – sometimes a folding wooden rack.P1120943 In Europe and many other countries, they wisely have a rack on a pulley in the laundry room or over a stove – part of it may be screened, for laying out delicate sweaters, and some are just wooden dowels in a light frame – able to be let down to fill and then elevated to the warmth of the ceiling out of the way. What a great idea, one I have been creating when possible since I first saw a woman do this in her lovely Boulder, Colorado, mountain home years ago! She said she learned it from a visit to Scandinavia….

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Oh sure, if I have an enormous load of wash on a rainy day, I use the simple dryer I have, but on most other days, I enjoy the process of hanging clothes on the line. Even in the winter, they freeze dry and are even cleaner and fresher. On those days, I often tuck them in the  dryer for a few final minutes of moisture release and warmth for folding.

 

I’ve been traveling internationally to learn, explore and teach healthy / sustainable living these last few years. Being a lover of this magnificent Earth, it’s a joy to see more of her land and meet her varied peoples. A couple years ago, I had left my orchard garden home (with it’s clothesline over the radiant flowers) to live in Ecuador for the winter, and then journey on through many European and UK countries into the spring.

8c3720fefe54563c1a92b691b0e622dfMy little cottage in Ecuador behind my sister’s home had the perfect outdoor setup for the climate which ranged from 65-80 degrees all year round – a concrete washing station with a scrub board built right in. I have always had my own little, old-fashioned wood and glass scrub board, which is wonderful for hand washing, so this was great setup! A handle on the side turned on fingers of water that came from the high side of the angled wash board, giving plenty of handy water for washing, and then drained out the bottom. When the washing was done, right beside it were several short lines for hanging – all this behind a pretty brick wall next to my back-yard cottage. I was in heaven!!

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Then going on to Europe on a rainy and chilly spring, I was interested to see that no one, no matter when, used a dryer!  Clothes blew happily on country lines, and waved above in the narrow, winding streets of Italian villages; gave color and movement to a backyard on the Scots highland coast – sheets blowing in the wind like Tibetan prayer flags!  Even in the up-scale, gorgeous home where I stayed in Cannes on the French Riviera, my friend unfolded her drying racks outside on sunny days, and inside on rainy ones! Some homes had driers but just didn’t use them unless there was an emergency need.

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Wow, seeing this I began to realize how much power and energy we spend in the United States for drying our clothes, since heating anything takes enormous amounts of power! I began to think that we could probably light a city and save a nuclear plant’s construction just by getting more conscious about drying our clothes. Such a simple thing, yet Americans use all that power without blinking an eye!

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Because my car was stored in another city than the airport, I stayed for several days upon my return with a wonderful family in the university area of Missoula – a very awake and conscious place, I thought. Needing to wash out a few small and delicate things from the flight, I hand-washed them, and looked for the clothesline. I had seen the monster washer and dryer in the basement, which in bright new red took up half a room – didn’t need those energy burners…  Hmmmm, no line to be seen. Maybe she used a portable rack. I asked her where it might be, and she said with an odd energy, ‘’I don’t have one.” “Oh”, I said, somewhat stunned – this totally not what I was accustomed to. I commented on that and she still had an odd look on her face.

When I asked her what was going on,

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I was speechless and felt remarkably much like crying. This was very sad to me. What was wrong with people? What was wrong with clean clothes fluttering in the breeze? This prohibition said something I don’t like to believe about ‘conscious’ Americans – it seems to me many people have lost touch with reality, with simple and elegant ways of living that feel wonderful and at the same time care for the Earth when we are indeed in an energy crisis – building filthy coal plants and dangerous nuclear plants to create the energy that people demand. We don’t even use solar power in the sunny southwest, or wind power in appropriate places, let alone allow the development of even more useful forms of energy.  c886446169754777d30bf43631e01b4d

If I had had a ticket  at that moment, I would have boarded the plane for Ecuador!! What was happening to me was what I call reverse culture shock. Sometimes the radically different ways of living in foreign countries are quite a shock; I was shocked by my own county’s extravagant ways. And when I have tried to talk about it, help people wake up and live a bit more lightly and consciously, I have been met with disdain. It has been most dis-heartening.

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I’m writing this, sitting in a sweet backyard of a forest cottage home near a little lake in northern Germany, and yes, my clothes are in the sun on lines right beside me; and solar panels are on every roof.  When I take my things down, I will be rewarded with that lovely smell of sun-dried clothes, not of some strange chemical perfume that is on drier sheets (which, by the way, are some of the most toxic chemicals we can disperse – many of them killing our vital neighbors, the bees, as well as causing health problems for your family  Please check yours, and find a non-poisonous variety in your health food store – or the dryer balls that work well for static.)

I pay a lot of attention to health concerns around the world, and one of the major ones that is causing profound challenges, not only for our environment but for our own and our children’s health, is toxic pollution. Yes, surely some of it comes from industry, yet much of it comes from our everyday life choices – from our cleaning products, out-gassing house construction, lawn sprays, and the pesticides on our food.

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So you have an open invitation to become more conscious about these seemingly small things, in a movement of blessing for your own life and in conscious service  to all the life around you. 

 

 

Here’s to your health and the fresh smell of sheets dried on the line in the sun of a spring day — and happy bees and butterflies in the flowers around you!!  P1030328

             BLESSINGS FOR ALL OUR RELATIONS,   BROOKE 

 

PS: Here’s starter kit, an easy solution, and also a bit more sophistated model! 73c1b21fd6aa4fd0f8dbf25722257486

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