The Story of the Stones

In the practice of Traditional Herbal Medicine, there is an understanding of Stones. My Grandfather Iván would sit me by the River to have me watch and listen, to teach me about our family’s healing technique. Grandfather Ferenc taught me the traditional pond stories. In these stories were the wisdoms to grow the crops, raise the animals, find medicines, heal people, and open conversing with God. Grandfathers and Grandmothers in the traditional healing ways spent much time teaching the traditions to their children and grandchildren. Not so long ago, even the common family had great strength in healing every day concerns, and called on the healers when things went beyond this everyday know-how. The Story of Stones could be quite physical, and with careful physical medicines we can break them down, but larger than that, is a story of Stones, mental and emotional Stones. Spiritual Stones too. Calcium Stones.

How do they get there and lodge in a person, place, or soul being? Where do they come from? What hard thinking placed them there, and what of lack of curiosity of the deeper waters, the deepening behind and beyond the stones?

One day, there was a beautifully flowing River. The River flowed with Swimming Fishes, Delicate Mosquitoes, and Dazzling Dragonflies. This was in the time when Dragonflies were the size of medieval dragons, and were a force of harmony among and between the stones.


The large stones started to fill the swimming holes with more and more stones, lodging between them everywhere. The River flowed unceasingly, ever harder to get around the stones. Then one day, the River could not move anymore Stones, could not dislodge certain Stones and move them to the River Spaces where they were so needed, waited upon, depended upon. Now, the stones became stuck. Now the water looped, not so much through and between them, but around them. One day even the water ceased flowing around the hard stones. What is hard needs fluidity around it, and what is fluid needs some hardness to make the perfect Riverbank Sands.


The Dragonflies, no longer able to direct the flows around the stones became diminished until they were very small Winged Beings. And the stones, resisting the change of all the wet washes, become drier. And such is the shame for them, for they had a future of being sparkling treasure. And the Dragon Flies? They ever remain, waiting for the chance to move the flows around the stones again, bringing the River washes of fluids back into gushing harmony.


This story reminds me of the stuckness that can happen with a person, a society, a way of thinking, and even physically with certain types of Stones. More than anything, the Stones forgot their place holding hands with the water, the Stones forgot the Dragonflies. The Stones forgot and became stuck, making places hard.


(c) 2015, Summer Farkas Takács-Michaelson, CH

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You Must Have the Faith Of A Mustard Seed!


it is the little things in life, that make a life sweet, that make a life.

Love, hugs, holding hands, making food, sharing chores, healing folks, walking under trees.

What is love, and shared, reciprocal love current, is it anything otherwise?

Does the Mustard Seed choose stone to make its home? No, the seed chooses the soil, or soil tucked in a stone crack. It chooses that, guided by faith. It chooses that nourishment, not the punishment, to have what it needs for that growth.

It needs to be anchored, as storms will come and pass away, and winds will test its might.

And all those things, so small, daily acts of gratitude,

grow into a


make a Life.

You Must

Have the Faith

Of a Mustard Seed

for a humble miracle, will grow great in time, with love water!

It is of the smallest thing, and of course, free with cost of rain and soil from the greater ground.

A small thing, a mighty thing, a grand seed planted!

(c) 2015, Summer L Farkas Takács-Michaelson, CH

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The Spiritual Food of Living Seasonally


Lekvár Making Between Friends!

As I wrap up a busy year teaching, writing and food preserving, my energy changes in this autumn. Living seasonally, at times, means there are periods of having no time, leading into periods of having greater time. It’s mushroom foraging, and writing, and tending people who have sickness that is predominantly on the winter time plate. Seed saving, tea making, laying of hands. Research, and deeper works. Kissing beautiful animals, gratefulness for all our food this season, and all the hands that contributed to our winter cabinet.


Purple Diva!

From the season of dreaming, comes the season of awakening from slumber…the wintertime, where portals in the deeper earth energy awaken, cleanse, and sift through the seeds from the flowering season. Far from winter being a time of slumber, in the olde ways, it is the time of the descent into wakefulness, the sifting, and the weighing, the learning of new knowing, and what  belongs in the sacrificial fire. Attending to the work of renewal in the deep down places of soil roots, paves the way for new and increased vigor in the dreaming months, the springtime rebirth. The start of planting happens with the sifting of seeds from the previous harvest.

Only the best will be planted, in a soil that is warm, and alive and nutritious.


Attending to the Self Healing Self for Spontaneous Healing!

From this soil, the deep down roots of being, the seeds burst forth in sprouting, growing, being, blooming, becoming, and another harvest.


Garden Spiral Changes After Every Rain, Wing, and Paw.

In lives deeply rooted in divided industrial consciousness, this attending to the soil is completely forgotten. Yet, just a couple of generations ago, for so many peoples, this was an awakened knowledge that was lived amongst people who live closely to the land. This is a knowledge that Herbalists, Healers, Foragers and Farmers have been carrying on. Being fed by Spirit, we follow the cycles. As I was raised by Herbalists, Herders, Farmers, Hunters and Woods People, close hand I was given these eyes to see, and what valuable eyes!


Sun Disk Worshipping!

My Grandfather Iván, who carried on the very olde world farming his whole life, always attended to the soil, to the roots. Compost was the gold of new growth…the fully digested remnants of the old matter of life. For this reason, if the curing of compost is stalled, it cannot aid the furtherance of life and life force for the future plants in the same way. Animals know this. The plants know this. Humans know this, when following Spirit. It is only forgotten when the ties to Land and Spirit are severed, with a deep abiding in an industrialized system. We have forgotten where our food comes from, our Spiritual food and sustenance.

To have faith in higher purpose, a higher good, a higher ideal, means one is led to face this digesting process. To bring forth beauty in spring, a rebirth of the senses, a rebirth of life, of a growing stage, is to be covered in a delightful compost, with the seeds carefully sewn in the pocket of ones heart. It is, to live from a great depth that one can really grow, one can really love, one can really bloom, one can receive light and love too.


Warty Wonders Love

In the way of my Grandfathers, who were Farmer Poets, one thing comes to mind. When the season shortens, the awakening time lengthens. The time of seeing the seeds of harvest and carefully collecting the best, the strongest, the ones with a good integrity, and plant them in. Carefully, beautifully. This is the way of Cultivating the Earth. This is the way that sees and grows the beautiful shapes of the future. This is the living blackness of love, alive and constantly bringing into existence. We work as Stewards for bringing Soul Beings alive, we work to bring healing.

To some this may seem unintelligible, but to those who know, working closely with the earth, we see the deep Stewardship responsibilities that are called forth, bringing out love to those we tend. In the Autumn, the energy retracts and lights inward, to see the year differently, to see the fungi, the decomposition, and the light of new life.

(c) 2014, Summer L. Farkas Takács-Michaelson, CH


Careful Harvesting of Sage Love 🙂

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And So This Prayer of Gratefulness for the Red Geranium and my Grandmother Gizella!

~Oscar Wilde~

If I do live again I would like to be as a flower – no soul but perfectly beautiful. Perhaps for my sins I shall be made a red geranium!


I would ask Oscar Wilde about this, and question his experience as to a flower having no soul. From the experience in my own Heart, and from learning in the Plant Sciences, indeed, flowers have souls….they are stamped with one by the Creator! From the Creator’s hands they flow….

The very land my family worked, with hands deep in soils, when I was pulled out of bed early into the fields to talk and to tend…..what is there, but a living Soul so big and so wide? Stewardship of only the dead, no. Stewardship of Living. As prayer and blessing over crops were made, as we worked in the dim light of early morning hours….and the smells of tomatoes and peas, the bittersweet of Dandelions mixed with sweet, rotting grasses, the touch of rough leaved Cucurbita leaves scratching at my wrists and ankles, gentle rains and cool morning dew drops permeating violet scented air, one is alive in concert and participating with Spirit and Soul. As dewdrops slide off rose petals to evaporation, one smells the Divine Road. In glittery Love it is the Grace that moves us! Working and tending, experiencing and learning every moment, feeling every inch of electric body in contact with other beings.

I keep plenty of red geraniums about, setting them out in summer, and around the house in winter. For good reason! It is a flower of my family! Growing up, my Grandmother would line a long drive with a hundred of them. These beautiful flowers a symbol to her of her Native Hungarian Land, Life, Family, Religion, People and Ethnicity.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Beyond the Spiritual and Cultural aspects, there are the medicinal uses of a variety of geraniums in the great Geraniaceae Family. The ways that my family worked with them and handed the knowledge down for healing, are quite a revival for the soul, and are far from soul-less! The Red Flowers are gifts of the fruit of the Spirit, and the blood of life, love, and liberty too. Green is of Love, of Hope, of Green Growing Abundant Lands, and the White of the Flower inward parts, the Stamens and Ovary are for the living life with purity of heart.

For SOUL is the most amazing miracle, the greatest gift of meaning! Soul is the gift from God. We are living in a crazy, beautiful world! Where all the lifeforms are imbued with grace, and swirl together like a great, moving painting.

As an Herbalist, everyday I live with plants, flowers, insects, animals, and work with people. I raise a family which is a living extension of my old family, that is continuing on through to the next generations. I feel responsible for what I leave personally to my family, they will not be left with ideas of beautiful, soul-less flowers! They will learn the olde medicines, the olde blessings over Earth and Growing, and the ways of responsibility of Stewardship.

However, I am also an admirer of Oscar Wilde, and I shall say, I quibble with his poem only, and not with Him. For red geraniums are beautiful, and symbolize love. And if love is a sin, or steadfastness is, green growing abundance, purity of heart and family is, I would say to be born again a Red Geranium would be a stroke of whimsy by a  God filled with love for us! If that is so, there the Soul will be found.The beauty, is filled with Spirit, far and wide. God makes no mistakes. The Soul is very deep, falling off and into Love. The medicine of all.

(c) 2014, Summer L. Farkas Takacs-Michaelson, CH

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Heart of Hearts

Some of us have Hearts inside of us, OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAand some have Hearts outside of us. I am a peculiar one, I was born with a beautiful large heart inside, and stamped on the outside near my chest area, God stamped me with a second Heart, a Red Heart Birthmark!

Why and wherefore these marvelous, these beautiful happenings? I’ve always pondered.

In my pondering, in Outside Heart so Large, so Big, and so Magnificent, I have been found playing and conversing with the Winged Fairies today. For the Fairies need to rest their busy wings here and there, and clutch a home polished Moonstone to take a sip of pure, cool water.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA This allows them the little rest needed before playing and mixing more pollen, kissing the herbs, the plants of Heart Garden.





It is always lovely to give little Winged Beings a place to hide, rest, eat and drink, put their legs up under mushrooms and take a nice mid-day break!










Peonies Popping Purple for Playful Pollen Pocketings and Ponderings…










Comfrey Rings The Bells!










For Herbal Apprentice Tamara…









Fairies of the Woods!










Forest Dreaming of Forest Apprentices!














Provide Resting Spaces for Hearts!!!














Standing Places Too!














A Watering Dish With Rocks










A Mushroom Shelter With Benches










Feed them Fine Foods














Open Your Heart Up To Find…










Hearts Laughing Everywhere!!!










(c) 2014, Summer L. Farkas Takacs-Michaelson, CH

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Whispering Rhododendron Teachings from my Hungarian Grandfathers

This weekend has been a beautiful weekend! Serendipity Plant Lore School of Ethnobotanical Studies participated in a very sweet Farmers Market event and Beltaine Festival with a precious Friend, fellow Herbalist, Student and Herb Farmer, Erin Harwood of Garden Delights. We had an amazing day watching people experience the delights of the festival, including Irish Fiddle music and a Maypole celebration. This festival and farmers market is part of the Hazel Dell Public Market that is just getting started! Hooray for local food, artisans, farmers and herbalists!!!OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

I connected with some old friends and made new friends as well, and was introduced to really unique projects like Backyard Bounty Co-op and made secret seed deals over seeds I have that are hundreds of years old with A Step Through Thyme.

An underground network of seed lovers who actually can care and love for seeds, and respect their histories and stories is kept alive through a bosom friend to bosom friend sharing. That’s gold. That’s peoples gold! Seeds that do not come from someone, have lost their stories, and need help in healing. Pray and Bless over them, that they may awaken and remember.

This Sunday, brought a day of beauty and sadness, as we cut down our long ailing Rhododendron, the beautiful pink one in front of our house. Her lifespan, has been creeping towards the end for the last few years. A friend’s husband who is an arborist tried to extend the lifespan of this precious one three years back. Even tho’ just less than a fifth of Her was still alive, my Husband and I agreed to let her go on for one more bloom, allow her life within the last inch! We felt She wanted this.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Yesterday, we finally cut Her down. I’m saving as many blooms as possible in vases everywhere. A beautiful kiss of life, now cut down, has already given room to two precious younger Rhododendrons…one a lavender purple, and one a creamy white. We look forward to watching their growth, even as we mourn the old one, and Her tremendous privacy she provided for our front window.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

For, the way of life, at times, the olde goes making room for the new, the growing, and the blossoming. The Hungarian Tree of Life keeps growing, blooming, dying, renewing. This is the prayer that is always in progress, always holding, this beautiful life together. This is a teaching from my Grandfather’s from our own Family Tradition. This is the Teaching of Hungarian Seeds that is given to each successive generation. This is the Teaching that takes many years to absorb to live fully, in a way of development, of growth, of unfurling, unfolding, of growing more substantial in a wisdom that is very olde. A wisdom that carries forth the secrets of life, our life, the life of the world, the life of Creation.

In our Hungarian way, in the way of our Family, that is passed on generation to generation, is the remembrance of cycles of growing and cutting back, of living, of dying, and renewing.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

In fully feeling and mourning the loss of my olde Rhododendron Friend, I am witness to the greatest and most humblest of teachings, I am experiencing the olde teachings right now, the teachings of the Lifeworker, the teachings of the Deathworker, the teachings of God, the teachings of the cycle of renewal and change, the teachings of roots and rootedness, the teachings of dissolving into love and growing out again.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

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Forest Breath and Hummingbird Medicine

A beautiful Friday to all!OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Wishing everyone everywhere, the finding of love in their hearts, to be, to change, and to grow.

In this beautiful world, in this beautiful cosmos, in this beautiful life, filled with all that we could ever ask for.

From the humble plants, to the humble bees, to the humble peoples, all showy, with love.

To be here, to be with one another, is to give thanks for this true freedom we all enjoy.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

The forest whispers truth, a cleansing breath, that places perspective in our visions.

I was in the Forest harvesting, medicinal plants for very strong medicine. As I found the plants that were to give of themselves to the healing of others, I give thanks. I sit down, knees muddy, to dig these precious beings in thankfulness, in thankfulness to God for providing all this magnificent everything, in thankfulness to the plants that guided my vision to harvest. I squat, ready to dig, and a flock of hummingbirds of every color of the rainbow fly up into the branches of the umbrella shaped shrub I am praying and digging under. They flutter around my head, and watch me, as I dig. The medicine is imbued with Hummingbird Medicine. The Hummingbirds prayed and blessed WITH me!

I never expected that gift, but opening the dialogue, the praying, the thanking and the gifting, everything came together to support the digging of this medicine. Every Being came together in a specific way in a bubble of beauty.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

The making of medicine happens in only specific ways, and those ways of working bring healing, produce abundance, and the Dance of Creation plays on, in a real and practiced Stewardship. A Stewardship of real responsibility, a Stewardship of precious gifts!

May ones’s Medicine be full, heal you, and be shared. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

(c) 2014, Summer L. Farkas Takacs-Michaelson, CH

Serendipity Plant Lore School of Ethnobotanical Studies

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Signes du printemps!

Awaiting Spring makes me think in the words of the beautiful French language. As I tiptoe around the Forests looking for awakening signs, my heart wants to lurch into joy with every little speck I find. Signes du printemps! Signes du printemps! Yes, I am a Forest Madwoman…but of course, am I really ready for spring? Are all my seeds started? Fencing done? No, but my heart is leaping. My hands gingerly hold babies, I love them so, then set them back again to sprout and grow.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Nourishment and kisses, my breath holding the keys to life.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

A Forest,

Wet With Silence,

Raindrops go Thud,

Every Print left in Mud,

Little Peeping Elder Buds,

Baby Deer accidentally breathing hard on last years leaves,

A Fish goes Splash,

Alder Babies in my Hand.

I am but a Baby of the Forest, and Mother of Her too!

Lover perhaps, all muddy kneed.

No Silence exists in the Forest Alive,

But Wet with Silence,

When I am making More Noise than the Neighbors!


(c) 2014, Summer L. Farkas Takacs-Michaelson, CH




Whose Been Teaching You Things?

Whose Been Teaching You Things?OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

There is no such thing as Products.

Everything Living has Blood. All Beings.

Animal Beings. Human Beings. Tree Beings. Plant Beings. Rock Beings. Transitional Beings between Kingdoms.

All Beings eat and grow from Gifted Blessings.

Unchain yourself from the false notion of life with no essence.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Whose Been Teaching You Things?


(c) 2013, Summer L. Farkas Takacs-Michaelson, CH

Hungarian and World Ancestral Blessings!

I started writing poetry when I was a little one, and here is one of my poems from when I was 9’ish. I’m sharing with you all so everyone may have a Hearty Halloween of laughter and gratitude for the Harvests, the Change of Seasons, and Thanking and Blessing our Ancestors! This has a long tradition centuries upon centuries in my own Hungarian Family, the Ancestral Blessing. May we bless everything, our very lives, our very food, our very gifted abundance, our very life! 🙂OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

I am a Witch from Halloween

You may seem me at my screen.

If you remember my pointy hat,

You may come in for a feast of gnats.

I am a Witch from Halloween

You may see me at my screen.

If you come for Trick O’Treat,

You’ll be next on my list to eat!OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Gulyas Halloween Blessings!!!

(c) 2013, Summer L. Farkas Takacs-Michaelson, CH

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