💚💛🧡❤️🖤 . . unending gratitude for the Earth and all the nourishment, beauty and abundance she provides continually each day, each season. . . heart full of gratitude as we’re nourished by the harvest from our garden into the wintertime. body full of blessings as our bones & blood are made of such beauty. there’s no ending to this cycle and there’s no way to not be a part of it - this is life.
My dear friend Damiana is setting up a free herbal clinic in Tijuana to support our relatives in need. I’m sharing her post to spread the word throughout this community in hopes that collectively we can gather as much herbal medicine & resources as possible to help out. Please read her post below to get the details for how you can support. Note - this is time sensitive so if you wanna send a donation please take action quickly. Thank you! . . #Repost @laluneria ・・・ “Hello dear friends and family! I will personally be helping setting up a free herbal clinic in Tijuana to serve our Caravana community in need. We’ll be gathering resources this week and leaving next week, so if you have access to herbs, extractions or want to contribute with money 100% will be going straight to them. You can ship herbal medicine to me directly or I can pick up if you’re local, I’ll be bringing it down myself from San Diego. We’re looking for medicine for flue, scabies, fleas, respiratory issues, salves, first aid, trauma, small pots and towels for steams, wash and comfort goods. You can paypal me personally email@example.com or venmo @laluneria. We’re asking you to step up and use your privilege to aid someone in need. This is what you can do: get involved, educate yourself, donate, share.” 🙏💕🦋🕸🌼 - Damiana
me + Eowyn on adventures 🏹always with the little shield maiden Maremma leading the way
we live out in the country where the power goes out often and is the last place to get turned back on. this is how it’s been my whole life growing up in remote areas where you’ve gotta be able to take care of yourself & rely on your neighbors for help. . but the other night when the power went out again, it really hit me how dependent we are on the grid. even though I’ve spent my adult life learning old homesteading skills & moving towards a sustainable/self-sufficient lifestyle, I was still shocked at how immersed in technology I’ve become. . . in winter here in the northern lands where the sun goes down at 4pm, without being able to work outside & with no power I’m embarrassed to say I didn’t know what to do with myself! I couldn’t scroll through IG, work on my computer, watch tv, read a book or knit in the dim lamp light. . . it was such an awkward feeling to be a human being who’s become so accustomed to modern life that when all those shiny screens disappear you’ve got to remember how to live simply like all our ancestors did (or like anyone who’s old enough to remember the days before smart phones & computers. we didn’t even have tv growing up!) . the thing is, if all of this technology disappeared from our lives & we sat around together in the warm dim light of the fireside, I doubt any of us would actually miss the glaring blue light of these screens & the millions of over-stimulating images we see every day on them. . even though the adjustment is slightly awkward, there’s something deeply satisfying & nurturing to feel connected to the basic elements that support your life. . . my grandma always tells me it’s really hard work to run a self-sufficient homestead, but I’m gonna keep trying my best to re-learn old skills & live as simply & humbly on the earth as I can for the rest of my life. . . I’m thankful I still have my 92 year old grandma who grew up homesteading off grid. I keep going to her with my questions & she keeps pulling out old memories of things her mom did to feed & care for her family with what the land provided. these stories are like a warm glowing light radiating the wisdom gathered for generations, showing me the way forward 🕯
somehow we’ve found ourselves taking on stewardship of another old homestead. It must be something in my bones that’s drawn to breathe life back into old farms and rebuild old barns. . . after all the love and work we put into the land in Oregon, it seems crazy starting all over again on this new/old homestead in Washington. but all along we’ve just been tending the land, taking care of the earth, doing our best to create beauty and cultivate nourishment for the beings who will call the land home after we are gone. In that way, wherever we go we’re planting seeds and trees not just for ourselves, but for life to continue and flourish for many generations. . . and so here we are, beginning a new chapter in our lives and continuing on the story of this land, picking up where the last land stewards left off, reviving old skills from our ancestry for living close to the earth, getting ready to pour ourselves into the land in hopes that we may continue to cultivate beauty and nourishment for the future generations.
Coming Home to Cascadia 💚. . I’ve been away from IG, emails and everything lately while Sajah and I have been making some huge life changes. After living in southern Oregon for the past 5 years, we’ve made the move back to my homeland in Washington. . . Though it was heart wrenching to leave the home we had built and land we had stewarded in the beautiful hills of Southern Oregon, it feels soooo good to be back in the mountains, islands and forests in the heart of Cascadia, surrounded again by our family, friends, community and all of the familiar people, plants and places that have been instrumental in making me into the human I am. . Though we felt the calling to be closer to family, honestly we were also adapting to climate change by moving the farthest north we could go in the continental US to the British Colombia border. . . After having our home almost burned by wildfires this summer, the reality of living in a hot dry climate with droughts getting worse every year and dry lightening storms that start forest fires every summer, we had our fill of living in heavy smoke for 3 months out of the year and living on eggshells hoping the fires didn’t destroy our home each summer. . Even though there’s really no escape for the ways climate change is affecting every ecosystem and wildfires have even been taking out the temperate rainforests in the PNW too, it’s soothing to my soul to be here amongst so much water and so much green life. . . My heart’s been gushing like these mountain streams & rivers I’m living close to again - feeling joy & gratitude for this homecoming, feeling incredibly privileged to have the opportunity to uproot our lives to move to a new home & land. And also feeling the pain of sorrow for the intensity and heaviness of living in this age and experiencing the reality of climate change in our lifetime. 💦🔥♥️