Volume 6, Issue 4

April, 2013

Dear Friend,

The wheel of the year turns once again as longer days bless us with more light and little by little the Earth warms giving way to green shoots. Here at Sweetwater Sanctuary we are planting seeds, boiling down the last of the sap and making ready for a much anticipated spring season. Even though there are still patches of snow here and there the robins are hunting for soft ground to begin their search for that much sought after worm.

We are also preparing ourselves for a full season of great classes. We want to remind you about the three Plant Communication; Reclaiming Our Birth-rite classes this coming year, the first being in California April 26-28. The exciting new addition to this class will be a Plant Concert, That’s right the plants will be playing for you. Intrigued? Come join the fun in Minnesota June 7-9 and Vermont July 26-28.

We had our first planning meeting this past month for ONE, Organization of Nature Evolutionaries where we are “bridging the heart of nature with the heart of humanity”. Several people from across the country participated and we are well on our way to forming a collective organization that will be of benefit to humanity and nature. We will keep you posted on developments but in the meantime be sure to check out the classes being offered in the LIFE Art Garden of Education.

There are so many exciting projects Partner Earth Education Center is engaging in not the least of which is our research with plant songs. Pam recently returned from Damanhur where she purchased a “Music of the Plants” device. We have many ideas about how to work with the plants on bringing their songs to a wide audience but we need your help. Please consider making a Donation for our ongoing research. Thank you in advance for your willingness to participate in bringing a greater awareness of Earth and her magnanimous beings to the wider world.

Ode to Spring by Mark Carlin

Spring supposedly arrived sometime around the Equinox, just like they said it would, only it didn't feel like it on that late March day as North Atlantic winds blew inland all across Vermont and brought mixtures of sun, rain, tiny hail, periodic whiteout bursts and later brilliant full moonlight. And then just the other day, while standing atop a step ladder pruning fruit trees, I heard the first rumblings of thunder and looked up to see a huge formation of high flying geese arrowing their way to another slowly greening field or ice-receding body of water.  

These days grow lighter and last longer, pregnant with expectant earthly renewal.

Coming out of the long, dark, and deeply frozen stillness of Winter's non negotiable embrace is not, however, a calendrical experience or an orderly process. The body adjusts. Old muscles transform from gel back to root stalk. Feet tickle and itch for freedom from laced and leather bound confinement and yearn to be bare again to walk gently, sensuously, upon earth grass, forest floor and garden bed to feel and know "what's goin’ on out there". We are grateful for all the lessons of the passing inward looking, wood stove heated, root cellar fed season of stillness and pray its’ peaceful teachings and long nights of bed rest are able to be called upon in the weeks and months to come. Surely, as things gather in intensity and we move outward we can call upon that experience of quiet to maintain needed balance.

Ahhhh, but it's like this every year in the North Country the old ones say. Remember? After the dream lies the awakening. Now, another cyclical infusion of growth arrives, a call to action, with again many freedoms to be outside in the air without frozen fingers and a runny nose. Seemingly all of a sudden we are being warmed, day by day, by our Holy, laboring, Sun Star who arcs increasingly higher and wider and literally pours vitality into this fertile, receiving Earth, and we are all given life.

"Wake up" the maples are saying, "for I've all kinds of sweetness flowing through my tissue". Watching a friend boil down sap in his sugar shack the other day I explained the ways I was back yard boiling over an open fire back at Sweetwater Sanctuary and that I didn't own a hydrometer and could only guess (by watching how the sap sheeted off my ladle) at whether the consistency was adequate before canning it. He said the old-timers could do it that way, but it's a gamble. Too thin and mold might eventually form, too thick and it turns to crystal. He said the Indian peoples here, before metals, would slash the trees enough to bleed, collect sap, and boil the sap by placing heated stones in the bowl. They wanted it to crystallize, in order to keep and transport in their many migrations. But we sit still and are blessed with robins returning, always the harbingers of another new year.


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