Sometimes we just do not know where the road leads, in this Great Mystery of life. I wouldn’t have it any other way, helps to keep me humble in this Greater Presence of Life. I think it can take too much precious life time away to sort concepts to make sure one has a secure enough net to contain what one thinks these sorted mental concepts should look like. Then, there is nothing left to sort, because there hasn’t been any real livin’. I prefer the livin’. I enjoy just following a road that unlocks the experience necessary so there IS something real to sort out! Healing from disease often has that same pathway, for if everything was as simple as observation from A to B, we would have everything cured in this world. Somehow, the Great Mystery keeps EVERYONE on their toes, oh, to believe in such a simple concept to squeeze, nip and tuck the world into! What shape would be chosen for that?
Here is a picture of my 18 year old self, harvesting medicine in the wild, on the mountain where my home was nestled, Mount Zion. The only hiking trails we used were the trails we followed made by the Elk. Waking up the senses, these photos were in September. Light snow soon turns into a heavy blanket, so the time of harvesting is pressing. My dog Charlie in the photo, running free and in his true dog self. Me, working in true fashion as my true self, and in my true heritage. Looking back at my younger self, I find myself HILARIOUS! Always searching for who I was, while being, truly, absolutely me. Always growing, part of the land, around the Elements.
Intently looking at the ground, while growing taller, more experienced, and more trusting with my hands. Down our Mountain, we had built with our dear friend, an underground sweat lodge. Perfect for sweating in deep December, then bursting out topside to roll in the snow. What giggles, laughter, and health! So little was needed, but what was needed (warmth) is EVERYTHING! Sitting by wood-fire sipping tea, keeping warm with love, where do more beautiful medicines possibly grow?
Blessed the greenwood dropped off in the snow, when we knew we received a bad deal. Still, it was heat, too much smokey heat, but in the mountains, smoky heat in tight circumstances was still heat, difficult it was to work with. Where resentment grew in the heart knowing the wood cutter should know better, one forgets and lets go when in the cold! Life becomes more basic, when living in such extremes with only the basics. It reminds us, that only the basics can fulfill us, we are essentially fine when that is all we have access to. There is so much more to live, to experience, and to be with, when playing with the simple. Even in a world full of problems, with so much fear, corruption and illness, the strife of man, one can remember the basics are always with us. In that respect, there is not anything to fear, but living life itself, to its absolute fullest.
I see this in children, how willing they are to live and to open to life. If taught constant restriction, one can see their little hearts knit tighter and tighter, preventing more and more life from seeping in. Better to keep an open heart open in one’s life, not allow it to contract so. Not force it into a contracted state. Allowing the heart to open, allows the potential for a deep flowering and communion with life. Following love, we then are rich. In everything, in every circumstance, everywhere. The most basic of basics. The picture to the right is of my puppy Vladimir. Half Husky and half German Shepherd, with fangs like a proper Transylvanian pup, he is pure love sitting on a snow pile.
Sometimes we do not know where we are until we have arrived, and realize, we have been guided every step of the way. We see where we have come and we are amazed at the intricate workings of the soul. So we land, on land. We look around, we peep at where we have come to, and allow that to soak in. An open heart can accept this in true and utter amazement. How fluid a shape we are, moving on to greater and greater peaks, remembering our hands, harvesting of the wild. Making fire, making warmth, making love.
This is the view from my front door. I have yet to see man, sculpt such beauty out of a land surface. Give us this day our daily bread…yet we distrust these words? Do you know what these words mean? Are they repeated in a mind of repetition, or a heart that opens and receives? Give us each day our daily bread. What a beautiful prayer, when we see through these Spirit Eyes, we see!
Do I have any regrets in walking this path of a Plant Healer? I do not. I do not necessarily think that I chose it, rather, just opened to it. It all started at the age of 3, and so it was, and so it is, and so we each walk our paths in this Mysterious Life Presence. Keeping our hearts open, we keep the bridge to love, that moves us along, along the road of life, along the road of death, along the road of rebirth, and along the road we did not build, but with our hands, shape.
(c) 2013, Summer L. Farkas Takacs Michaelson, CH