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Perpetual Jar of Iced Tea

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The rooster crows indignant of the stifling heat and humidity that is already billowing in through open windows of the old farm house. He seems to be daring the day into being, his mighty crow a lusty, bring it on dare. I, on the other hand, am not feeling so bold this morning, longing for a reprieve to the stifling, bone roasting heat, coupled with the thick weight of the air makes it hard to breathe deep. Ah, summer.

Those fabulous days by the lake, sunshine and happiness radiant everywhere.  Slowing the pace to really soak it all up, take it all in, before winter overtakes us all once again.  Creating intentional moments, fire-crackling nights, the faintly musty smell of canvas and sleeping bags hauled up from the basement wrapping us all in familiar tradition.  As the garden grows and bursts into bloom, we also get to grow and bloom.  The intensity of heat, the fire of our soul, cracks us open creating ash and fertile ground to feed our growth.  To help nourish us into the next season.

So I, like that brazen little rooster out there, say a wholeheartedly, bring it on!  I am here for the journey, I can take the heat, at least well enough to know that this is what it takes to move forward.  This burning in my soul, my heart, embers on fire breaking me open to be more, give more.  I stand in the flames, no longer willing to be afraid of the heat.  My soul gently smoldering in love.  I got this. We got this.  This is how you do this parenting thing, you give your heart fully, the weight of the love cracks you open, makes you more, dares you to give more, and the soul gives way to the heat of it all, breaking open charred cracks making room for more love.

With the heat of the day on the horizon, I quiet my blazing heart.  I search inward for Jesus, for an example of how to give more, how to be more, how to love more.  And the answer is right there, you let the cracks bust wide open, you stand in the fire, you surrender to grace.  You lay it all down, the fears, the anxiety, the old patterns, the what ifs, and let it all go up in flames, smoke puffing hard, burning you back to faith, back to big love.

Because that’s what its all about.

Love bigger than all of us.  That’s what we need to put out the fire of the moment, a splash of icy cold refreshment washing over the five-alarm bells clanging in my head, bringing peaceful restoration to a parched and heat-worn soul.  God of the Universe holds us all in His hands, and His love is big enough to put out every fire.

I lean in, lean on perpetual love.  Love that does not end, love that is always there, love that is bigger than me, or any heat tested moment.  The grace of heat filled days are never more than we can stand, but it might crack us open, just a little wider so His love can seep in through the cracks.

 

The Perpetual Jar of Iced Tea

I love this idea, to quench the heat, restoring body, mind, and soul.  Iced tea always goes fast in our house, and it’s hard to keep up.  This solution solves that problem, by always having a gallon on the go.

The simple solution is this:  Cold Brew Tea.

The idea is to always have a jar at the in the fridge. This is brilliant with a house full of thirsty teenage boys, and a parched and smoldering mama.

Directions:

Fill a glass gallon jar with cold water.

Add 4-6 tea bags*, cover with a lid, and place in refrigerator overnight, and in the morning you will have tea.

Remove tea bags add lemon and desired sweetener, or leave unsweetened and allow each to sweeten their own glass to their liking.

 

*the rule of thumb is approx.. one tea bag per quart of water, but this may vary depending upon how strong you like your tea.  Also, the beauty of this simple notion is, you can make as much or as little as you like…so as those teenage boys take flight, you can adjust accordingly, some days, as people flow through the revolving door of this old farm house, a quart of iced tea is just right. 😉

I first saw this fabulous idea on Carmella Rayone, Assortment.

 

 

Home

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Breathe in the cool sweetness of early morning air, as I am quietly coaching myself back to center, back to the breath, and back to home.  Filling the handmade artisan mug for maybe the 20th time this morning, from a fresh pot of rich black coffee, I take to outside into the softness of first light.  Warm mug in hand, bare feet in cool grass, bedhead and bathrobe to the garden I go.  The dew greets me like a welcome friend, gently moistening and protecting seedlings and tender hearts from the heat and unknown of the day ahead.  I pause here.  I open my eyes and really see the dew lacing the edges of leaves, smell the freshly tilled earth, feel my feet in the wet grass, and my heart a softly opening rosebud revealing it’s pungent sweet perfume.

The surprise of tears well in my eyes, I am yet to get used to the leaving.  The coming and going of children growing and stretching their wings, leaning into dreams and living courageously helps me also to be faithful and courageous.  After all, this is what we have all been working for.  Independence, bravery, living big and full lives.

And it’s good.

It’s just new again.  A new chapter, a new rhythm, a new family dynamic, one which will continue to ebb and flow for the next several years, maybe the rest of this precious lifetime.  I am learning to soften in as I unfurl my hands and let go.  I am learning to lean in, to count the moments, etch them on my heart to cherish and keep close when we are apart.  I love this opportunity to be fully all in, to experience every single feeling, and live it big.  The simple everyday moments are truly what make this life.  Big hands reaching for small, only this time, mine are the small ones.  Smiles and silly faces, and laughter, oh the laughter that comes with raising four boys.

So for now, and probably always, home is where my heart is.

All roads lead back to home.

Enough

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Golden light stretches its gentle fingers over the pastures this morning as dew dances delightfully diamond like over the tall grass.  The windows are still open with cool moisture streaking down, saturating wooden panes.  The week begins as usual, with a list of to-do’s a mile long.  Such is my life.  Regardless of lists and things that feel urgent, I remember that they aren’t.  Life is not an emergency.  It is not a frantic running from one task to the next, crossing off with strokes of ink, each moment.

I want to breathe it all in.  Savor.  Love.

I want to live fully through this body, the vibrance of gloriously red ripe strawberries, purchased from a roadside stand of berry stained beautiful little faces of farm children.  I want to feel their shape in my hands as I clean and prepare them for jam, smell their tantalizing sweetness as juice runs down my hands when I slice through.   I want to remember the light as it shines through quilted jelly jars, and the loving feeling of preserving the harvest, quietly working with my hands to nurture and nourish my family through the fruitless winter months.

I want to believe that my mama heart is enough.  That my life is not lived in vain.  That living a simple, quiet life truly is a calling.  That I don’t have to save the world, all Wonder Woman like.  Now, don’t get me wrong, I love Wonder Woman.  I believe that we all have that fierce warrior-ess heart, and we get to direct it where we will.  Some will save the world, all very dramatic and exciting, and others of us will save or change the world right here in our very homes, our very hearts, and the worlds of those around us.

What if how we change or save the world is by how we live our lives?

What if rather than striving for something bigger, better, we just start living each day, each moment to it’s maximum capacity of beauty, joy, and delight?

What if we embrace our children, look deeply into their eyes, walk hand in hand, and heart to heart, rather than be immersed in the computer, or building a business, or career, or distracted by whatever.  What if we just don’t miss our life, while trying to create it?

Letting go of big ideas, big children, big hopes, and big things is not always easy, but it is a part of this wild and wondrous life.  What if we try, and we don’t like who we need to become to make something work?  Do we stay the course, just because we tried?  Sometimes.  And Sometimes not.  What if we let go and they fall?  What if we fall?  We dust them and ourselves off, we love deeply, look into those eyes, and say that we are enough, this life is enough, and experiencing these moments allows us to understand what our deepest core truths and desires are.

We hold tightly to those who know, those who love, and those who understand that striving isn’t living, falling isn’t dying, and trying doesn’t mean we didn’t give it our best shot.  It’s in the trying, the falling, the depth of the journey that we learn the oceanic deep lessons.  We learn what we want and who we are.  We understand our own grit, tenacity, that we are stronger than we know, and we get to choose how we want to live, and experience the beauty of this life.  The beauty includes the bones.  The stripping away, the raw, naked experience of soul.

It is in this state of origin, that we can come back to simple. Back to basics. Back to what it is that feeds our soul, ignites our fire, and fuels our days.  Back to home.  Back to love.

For me, it is the beauty in the mundane, the sacred in the everyday.  God among us, angels we meet on streets, in stores, or along dirt roads and veggie stands. It is the ordinary routine, the nurturing those souls under my own humble roof, and the eyes we may be aligned with to gaze into daily.

This is what enough looks like to me.

Loving, living, working shoulder to shoulder, elbow to elbow, in the here and now, the everyday ordinary.  This is sacred work.  This is soul work.  To simplify, to grow your own food and children, to nurture and love those that you are blessed to be a part of their lives. To walk barefoot on dusty trails, to hold hands, and shape hearts, to talk of dreams, and desires, spending evenings over s’mores and firefly lit campfires.

This living is what counts.

The day to day.  The quiet moment.  Each breath.  Each heartbeat.  Each kiss goodnight, and good morning. Every meal gathered round the family table.  Every prayer and blessing poured out of hearts.  This is our calling, this is our journey home.

It is more than enough.

 

A New Season

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The winds are changing a bit here on the homestead.  Shifting from the North, beginning to gently whisper warmth from the South.  Soon we will be planting.  I have been preparing for this beautiful abundant new season for months.  There is soil to tend to, and perhaps spring babes, if we are lucky. There are new seeds of life being planted, on many levels.  I have been welcoming and preparing for this new season.  I have been working diligently on exploring and expanding into what is it I would like to create with this one wild and wondrous life, and how can I share the gifts of it with others.  I have prayed about this for years, “God, what would you have me do?”

Slowly, softly, the answers have come.  As has the healing.

Miracles happen when we open to them and allow God to work in our lives.  When we release control, over and over again, for some of us….and allow the flow of love to lead the way.  It has taken work, devotion, and discipline to daily lay it down, and understand that some things are not mine to carry.

Thank you Jesus.

It has taken courage to listen to the answers to prayer, and not only listen, but take action.  Make it happen.  It is coming through me, but I still have the privilege of doing the work of being who I was created to be, and using this life for the highest good of all.  We all have a calling, a purpose.  Our purpose continues to evolve as we do throughout our life.  There is no one concrete, this is it till you are pushin up daisies, we get to heal, grow, expand, and evolve into each cycle and season of life.

I feel that I have been doing what God has asked of me, so it’s not as if I wasn’t listening before, BUT there is more, the Doing and the Being needed to catch up to each other.  My internal process, healing old wounds and letting go of patterns that are no longer serving me, needed to happen, so that I can authentically share myself and this beautifully sacred, abundant, gentle life with others.  Nurturing myself, tending the garden of my soul, has allowed the seed to germinate, sprout and blossom into tender new life as the growth has continued.

Empowering and supporting women and children has always been work that I feel strongly about.  It is time for me to expand into a wider reach to teach other women to elevate, empower, and rise into the divine sacredness of who they are.  As a society women have lost their sacred.  It is stripped away in the media, in attitudes, in how life is lived and approached.  The overarching idea/feeling is that in order to succeed in a man’s world, we must harden ourselves, we must act like men, and we must divorce our feminine essence.

This is not how creation was designed. We need both the masculine and the feminine to work together, to flow into sacred union.  It is out of balance.  We feel it on many levels, whether we are aware of it or not.  The planet, mother earth, is desperately in need of a softer, gentler approach, this ripples into our bodies as humans, our food sources, and the air we breathe.  This is important.  Society is exploding in violence and greed, and a new approach to abundance, success, and contentment is needed.  The old paradigm is no longer working.

A new season is upon us.  We all have choices and ways that we can be the change we want to see in the world, to quote Ghandi.  What is it that God would have you do today to be that change?  How can we release old patterns and rise up out of the ashes, phoenix like, to fly again?

It starts with you.

When we begin to heal our hearts and stories, we can rise up to lead others to do so.

I am starting now.

This is what I choose to do with my one wild & wondrous life.  The winds of change are blowing here on the homestead.

My mission is to teach every woman, child, and person on this planet, that THEY are Sacred.

Life is sacred.  AND we can start living sacred.

It starts with you.

I love you. You are sacred.

 

www.everydaysacredliving.com

Walking the Sugar Trail

Simple Soaked Granola

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The mud is deep here on the homestead.  The frost reluctant to release it’s hold on the depths of soil beneath dormant grasses, beneath feet.  The top layers of the earth have given into the sun’s relentless boldness and softened to accommodate the new found warmth, but below, deep within the frost still holds tightly to it’s grip on the earth.  This makes for a very soggy homestead experience, as the top of the ground has thawed and released, but the deeper levels still linger, frozen solid, so the moisture of the thaw and intermittent rains have had nowhere to go, nothing to sink into.  No settling, or seeping, only just remaining on the surface wreaking havoc with the topsoil.  Spring in Northern Minnesota.  One day you can sink a foot into the ground, get your mud boot stuck in the muck, and the next day, blizzard, again.

As our bodies yearn for spring alongside the awakening earth, I decided to spiff up my granola recipe to fit more seamlessly into our evolving diet.  This past year and some months has sparked a fire within me for a deeper commitment to our traditional diet.  This means that I am allowing myself the time and space to s-l-o-w the pace and really cherish my time not only in the kitchen, but in the planning of how best to nurture my family.

Rather than just not making granola anymore, I decided to go deeper and create a beautiful soaked granola that is nourishing to both body and soul.  Soaking grains, nuts and legumes is traditionally how they were all prepared.  This soaking time allows the anti-nutrients to be diminished, and unlocks the available nutrients to be fully utilized by our bodies. Our ancestor’s wisdom of allowing time for preparing soaked grains, nuts and legumes is a gift of intentional preparation that we can give ourselves and those we love.  It really doesn’t take extra time, only a little extra attention, which I like to call love.

Becoming intentional in the planning and preparation of your meals, and the beautiful food that you welcome into your home, elevates the experience for all.  In the prep of my grains it feels welcoming and nourishing to pray blessings over them, and give thanks for the deep nourishment we are receiving from this step.  Healing, gratitude, blessings, and joy become a circle of creation, a magical alchemy, in the kitchen.  Our feelings and intentions, the energy we bring to the food we eat greatly influences the experience that we have when we eat the food.  Food created with love brings that energy to the table and becomes a part of the experience of the meal.  Likewise, food that was rushed or created in a state of stress, frustration, or anger brings those feelings to the table.

I choose love.  I choose to create, nurture, and nourish in love.  I choose to cook with love, for myself and my family. When I find myself in a rush, a mood in the kitchen, I stop.  I breathe deep.  I accept and explore what I am feeling and what may be the cause.  Then I ask myself if I can shift into a space of love.  I breathe into my heart and allow myself to experience the expansion of love physically within my body.  Some days this takes a few deep breaths.  With practice I have become more aware of my feelings and intentions when I am creating in my kitchen.  I practice gratitude for the food we have.  I pray love and peace and deep nourishment over the kettle, bowl, or pan.  I forgive myself when I haven’t gotten it right, and take a break when I need to step away.

This way of nurturing, nourishing, slowing to create and cook brings a deeply connected experience to all who partake of the meal or offering.  It takes things below the surface of the daily muck, deeper into the safe and cozy cocoon of the soul, it settles gently in bones, satisfies and satiates every craving, every desire, and creates soulful contentment.  Mmmmmmm…..

Ever wonder why Grandma, or Mom’s, or Great Aunt Ruth’s meals were so fabulous?  They knew the secret ingredient.  They understood that a heart full of love and gratitude makes beautiful food, and deep soul nurturing goodness.

I invite you this week as you plan and prepare, cook and create, to do so with intention and love.  You won’t be disappointed, go deeper, go through the muck to get to the still quiet place of contentment you crave in your bones.

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Simple Soaked Granola

makes approx. 12 cups

6c. thick rolled oats (gluten free if necessary)

2/3c. sunflower seeds

1/2c. sesame seeds

2c. roughly chopped almonds

1 quart (4cups) tepid water

freshly squeezed juice from one lemon

1/2c. melted, unrefined coconut oil

1/2c. pure maple syrup

1/2c. liquefied raw honey

1/2t. Redmond real salt

2c. coconut chips

optional:  Add 1-2 cups of dried fruit of your choice.  (We used freeze dried strawberries in this batch to help settle our spring fever)

In a large mixing bowl with a lid, combine grains, seeds, and nuts.  Pour over one quart of water, and the freshly squeezed juice of one lemon, stir.

Add melted coconut oil, maple syrup, liquefied raw honey, and salt.  Stir well to combine, pressing granola mixture down into the liquid. (It will not be fully immersed, but just pressing it down, packing it a bit into the liquid will suffice)

Place lid on the mixing bowl and set aside for twenty-four hours.

After the granola mixture has soaked for twenty-four hours, add coconut chips, stirring to combine.

Prepare two large baking sheets with parchment paper to avoid sticking, turn half the soaked granola mixture onto each sheet. Spread into an even layer.

Turn oven onto it’s lowest setting*.

Place both sheets of soaked granola into the oven.  After 30 minutes, stir gently.  Bake 4-6 hours on lowest setting checking in and stirring every 30 minutes.  Granola is done when it is baked through, dry and crisp in the center of the clumps when you break them apart.

Once granola has cooled completely, stir in the optional dried fruit of your choice, store in an air tight container or jar. Enjoy!

NOTES:

*Timing on this varies with each oven.  The ideal temp is 170 degrees, but my oven is warmer than this so the cook time was approx. 4 hours.  You may also use a dehydrator if you do not want to babysit the oven, following manufacturer’s instructions on the dehydrator.  I found this process to be really hands off, and was pretty relaxed about the stirring, I wanted to have chunky granola, so that is stirred less often, leaving clumps intact, just paying attention to turning it over to get a more even browning of the granola. If your oven has a pilot light and is always gently heating, this may also be a great way to slow cook your soaked granola.  As always, when first making a recipe, be attentive to the process as you become acquainted with your oven and how much time and attention a recipe needs. 

 

 

Fermented Foods: KimChi

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Nurture yourself, feed your internal fire.

Deep winter is an ideal time to stoke the internal furnace of your digestion.  Keeping the digestive fires going insures strong robust digestion which directly translates to feeling strong, robust, and stoked.  Fermented foods are a fabulous way to maintain the digestive process.  It helps us to utilize deeply the available nutrients within our food.  KimChi is a traditional fermented food with roots of origin in Korea.

KimChi is not something that I grew up with.  It has been a fabulous new adventure as an adult.  I did grow up with sauerkraut, although my family did not make it, we did eat it.  As a child, I loved the sharp bite, the tang of sauerkraut teasing my tongue, and ate it by the bowlful whenever we had it in the fridge.

Fermented foods were a part of my childhood.  Yogurt, pickles, sauerkraut, pickled beets, etc. were always a source of sheer delight for me.  KimChi naturally resonated with my body when I was introduced to it a few years ago by my beautiful friend and family member, Donna.  I love Donna.  And I love Donna’s KimChi, and I love that she was gracious enough to share the recipe with me.  It is moderately spicy, choc full of garlic and glorious fermented vegetable goodness.  I eat it nearly every day.

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Fermented foods are deeply nourishing for our bodies.  They are a traditional link to our ancestor’s diets.  Ferments were relied upon before refrigeration was common in order to preserve the harvest, and daily dairy abundance.  They are overflowing with probiotics, digestive enzymes, and have prepared the food to be fully utilized by our bodies.  Our bodies have evolved over time to receive deep nutrition from the fermentation process, and it is an essential part of our diet that may be missing for some in these modern times.

Adding ferments back into a regular part of your diet is simply nourishing for your digestive system and helps bring health and wellbeing back into your body.  Regularly incorporating fermented foods into your daily rituals is as easy as eating high quality  yogurt, keifer, komboucha, artisan cheese and bread, sauerkraut, kimchi, and other lacto-fermented veggies.  They are easy to make at home, or readily available at your local farmer’s markets.  More and more grocery chains and co-ops are offering these options, but understand that everything you buy that is prepackaged has been pasturized, at least in Minnesota, and most other states, eliminating many beneficial strains of good bacteria, enzymes and probiotics.  These offerings are better than nothing, but creating your own, or finding a loving source that offers these life giving foods to nurture both body and soul will elevate your experience.

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Everyday KimChi

Makes about one gallon

10 lbs. napa cabbage

Wash and cut cabbage into bite size pieces, approx. 1 inch.  In a sink filled with cold water, rinse and clean cut cabbage.  Drain.  Transfer clean, drained cut cabbage from sink into a large mixing bowl, layering with 1 cup of salt as you go.  Allow cabbage and salt to stand for 1 1/2 hours, mixing and turning every 30 minutes.

Prepare porridge while cabbage and salt are resting.

1/2 cup sweet rice flour

3 cups water

In a medium sauce pan mix sweet rice flour with water.  Whisk well.  Over medium high heat, bring to a boil, reduce heat to medium low and simmer for five minutes, until thickened and cooked.  Remove from heat, add 1/4 cup of evaporated cane juice, and cool.

In blender or food processor, process for 1 minute:

1 T.  fresh ginger, peeled

1 cup chopped onion

1 cup fish sauce

1 cup garlic, cloves chopped

Combine cooled porridge with sauce to make a paste.

Add Asian Hot Pepper Powder for desired hotness.*

1 cup= mild

2 cups= spicy

2 1/2 cups= very spicy

*you can find Asian Hot Pepper Powder at an Asian Market, or an online vendor.

Cut up and add to paste:

1 leek

7-10 green onions

2 carrots

Korean radish (Daikon Radish)

And any other veggies you would like to add to the ferment.  I like adding cauliflower, it adds more body to the finished kimchi and helps to stretch out my cabbage if I have a little less than ten pounds.

Rinse soaked and salted cabbage 3-5 times under cold water to remove excess salt.  The easiest way to do this I have found, is to drain the soaking liquid off the cabbage, and place in a large mixing bowl.  Fill bowl with cold water, using your hands swish the cabbage around, drain and repeat.

In a one gallon glass jar, or crock stir prepared cabbage and vegetable paste mixture together, mix well.  Pack down into vessel allowing liquid to rise up and immerse mixture.  Cover loosely with a solid lid (I use a plate to cover my crock, or use the lid from the gallon glass jar without screwing it down tight).

Allow to ferment in a cool space, out of direct sunlight for 24-48 hours or until bubbly and fabulous.  Store in fridge.

Eat joyfully everyday.

 

Wildly Free Herbal Coffee

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What makes you feel wildly free?

Is it your morning coffee routine?  Or does your morning coffee routine make you feel bound and tethered to the pot, begging for immediate mercy?  The balance for me lies somewhere between wildly free, and somewhat bound and tethered on most days, if I am being boldly honest with myself.

I love my morning cuppa joe, savoring the sips of pungent fragrance, steam rising directly into my nostrils as I slowly breathe it in with each press of the mug to my  ready lips.  This morning ritual, for me, marks the beginnings of movement for the day.  It awakens and invigorates my senses, not because of the caffeine rush, rather it’s the awakening of my sense of sight as I gently pad warm bare feet over chilly winter floors enveloped in quiet darkness, lit by soft, glowing light, of smell as I grind the beans, quickly releasing the sharp, complex aroma of a rich roast, of touch as I fill the kettle and prepare the pot with loving intentions to gently nurture the household, of sound as the shrill whistle of the kettle signifies readiness, both for pouring and also for beginning of the day, and of taste as the first warm earthy-golden liquid meets my tongue, it’s as if heaven and earth have united, if only for a moment, allowing me to pause and savor first thing in the morning.  A beautiful way to start the day.

It is this that brings me back to my morning mug.  All is right and well with the world for me if I stick to my morning ritual, one truly fabulous cup of coffee.  It is when I go for gold, I get greedy, and keep returning to the pot for more, and more, that I fall into the bondage of the coffee trap.  Now dear friends please understand, I live in frozen tundra for several months of the year.  The NorthWoods of Minnesota is beautiful, rugged, and not for the faint of heart.  This is why a hot mug in hand is more than a luxury, it is a necessary part of nurturing both body and soul.  Plain winter survival around here.

Welcoming Wildly Free Herbal Coffee into my day transcends the coffee experience with none of the side effects of regular coffee for me, tension, jitters, tiredness, brain fog, blood sugar fall-out, dehydration, headaches, and adrenal stress.  Instead, I get to nurture myself with a beautiful latte any time of day and continue to feel fabulous, vibrant, and full of pure energy, clear, unfatigued, truly and wildly free.

This is my signature blend that comes from a strong desire to honor my need for a hot mug in hand that nurtures my body as well as my soul.  I love tea, but there are just times, especially in winter, that deeper bold roast is stimulating on the tongue and so, so, soul satisfying.

With roasted roots playing the leading roles, wild, hand harvested chaga rounding out the blend imparting a mellow earthiness, an option of raw cacao gives way to a choice in decadent mocha notes, if one should so desire.  Topping this blend with freshly made coconut milk and a splash of fire cooked maple syrup,  makes a full body experience of sheer and complete ecstasy.  Nurturing yourself never tasted so good.

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Wildly Free Herbal Coffee Blend

makes one 32 ounce french press

1 T. roasted chicory root

1T. roasted dandelion root

1T. powdered, or finely ground chaga

optional:  1T. raw cacao nibs

Gather all herbal ingredients, measure directly into French press.

Bring 32 ounces of water to boil in a kettle over high heat.  Remove from heat, carefully pour hot water over herbal blend into the French press.

Let steep 7-10 minutes, press, and pour.

To make a latte, pour half a mug of wildly free herbal coffee, top the mug off with freshly made frothy coconut milk and a splash of artisan maple syrup or honey.

Indulge with wildly free abandon.

Food + Sacred

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Your Body is a Temple.

The body is the house of our soul, the sacred temple that we get to live this one wild and wondrous life in.  It is a magnificent gift.  I invite you to explore the connection between how you feel internally, with what you are choosing to consume, the link between food + sacred.

What we eat, what we choose to put into our body matters.  How we fuel our sacred vessel is up to us as individuals, how we choose to nurture and nourish ourselves and those we love does make a difference.

The modern disconnect of our body from our hearts, minds, and spirits is coming to an end.  More and more, we are awakening to the idea of wholeness, of holistic wellness, interconnectedness, and becoming aware of what that means for us as individuals and a society at large.  No longer accepting the status quo, we are examining our own personal truths and how we can live them.  We are listening to the wisdom of our body, opening to a world of better choices, learning to trust in the circular rhythms of nature, and welcoming a homecoming of our sacred selves.

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For millennia food was considered sacred.  It was a gift.  It was understood that what we ate and how we nourished ourselves, impacted the energy, the vibrancy, the magnitude and fortitude to fulfill our soul’s purpose. The connection between food and sacred was understood.  It was honored, reverenced.  Food was medicine.  Food is quite literally, our lifeline. Food was prayed over with gratitude, it was blessed.  The sacred connection was honored through whispers of hearts.

So as not to be misunderstood, I am not speaking to creating a false idol of food, or worshipping food.  What I speak to is our connection to food, to ourselves, our divinity, our highest purpose and calling in this life.

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A sacred circle of nurturing ourselves and those we love in an elevated, holistic manner, cultivating and validating an intentional connection between what we choose to eat, how we nurture ourselves, directly correlates to our ability to live in a harmonious way resonating with the cycles of nature surrounding us.  Honoring the understanding that if we do not have the energy, the strength, health, and vitality that our soul’s purpose calls us to, we cannot fulfill the mission that we have been gifted with in this life.

For example, I cannot be the best mama I am capable of if I am feeling unwell, exhausted, and can’t think straight.  It has been my experience that what I put in my mouth directly affects my life, my energy levels, my health, and overall feelings of wellbeing.

the goodness of the earth..

Imagine with me for a moment….

Imagine that you feel vibrant, fabulous, nourished, and nurtured. See yourself standing in the sunlight surrounded by a beautiful, bountiful garden, brimming with fresh, vibrant, living food growing with wild abandon in a perfectly organic way.  Feel the warmth of the sun on your hair,  your bare feet in the soft, fertile, moist soil, toes wiggle in as you inhale the aromatic earth releasing her perfume from beneath your feet.

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Inhale deeply.  Feel the electricity of the colors surrounding light you up from within.  Red ripe tomatoes ranging in rosy shades of crimson to warm ethereal mauve, brilliant yellows, moving into deep shades of chocolate.

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Chartreuse greens giving way to deep forest, break into bright neon that illuminates in the sun.  Waves of lettuce and greens dance ripples of joy in the gentle breeze.  Bees buzz softly, butterflies light and flutter effortlessly.

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Roots draw deep nutrition from the depths of soil and hold it within the quiet, waiting.  Berries, plump, fertile with nourishment, hang heavily from stem, ripe for the plucking.

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Now imagine that this is your food.  This bountiful goodness is how you choose to nurture and nourish yourself and your family.  How does that feel within your heart?  Does it speak gentle whispers of intrigue?  Or perhaps a resonating,  YES!  coming from soul level.

simply be

Food was meant to awaken our senses, and ignite our passions.  It was intended to uplift and elevate our soul, to enliven and invigorate.  Food alights our sacred connection to the heavens and the earth.  It is our gift to nourish and nurture ourselves from within.  We have a conscious choice of what to fill our body with.  Whether you choose to grow your own food, or wisely choose from other intentional growers, gardeners, homesteaders, or small farmers, is up to you.

The important thing to understand is, YOU HAVE A CHOICE.

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I choose to live this personal truth by homesteading, intentionally growing, wild foraging, and preserving beautiful, organic food to nurture and nourish both body and soul.  It is a quiet revolution of peaceful activism.  I do not accept the choices deemed safe, nutritious, or healthy by others.  I choose to listen to the wisdom of my body, the whispers of my heart and the rhythms of mother earth.  She speaks of healing, renewal and vitality, she gently guides us to a better way, a more nurturing way of being, living, experiencing our sacred selves.  I choose to walk intimately with her cycles and my own.  I trust in her and my ability to nurture and nourish.

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In the still, dark, quiet winter season of planning, take a moment to explore with wonder and curiosity, to go deeper, feel into the space of reflection with openness the intention to search your heart’s desires, pray for guidance, and get clarity on what your personal truth is.  What does food + sacred look like, feel like, for you in your body, your sacred temple, in your home?  In what ways would you like to more deeply honor that connection?  Pause to create an intention around how you choose to nurture and nourish yourself and your family in the coming season.

When we choose to be intentional with how we nourish our bodies, we are honoring the wisdom of those who came before, of the sacred connection between our soul, our divine purpose, the planet we call home, and the temple in which we dwell.

How do you choose to nourish your sacred temple today?

Awakening

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The day broke strong and bright signaling the beginning of the weekend.  Warm humidity of melting snow permeated the air, and stirrings within me suggested strongly the possibility of the maple trees awakening, sap running.  Gathering my brace, hammer, and a few taps in my vest pocket, I stepped out into the melting snow, feeling the crystalline crunch beneath the leather on my feet–sugar snow.  My pulse quickens my steps, as though I can feel the stirring within, rising up from beneath, a rousing in the roots that have lay quietly sleeping.

It is not a long walk on the path of the sugar trail to the first maple. I can feel the certainty of unseen movement beneath the earth, under layers, beneath bark and skin, as I move along,  curiosity stirring in my bones.  I whisper a prayer, blessing, an offering of gratitude on my breath as my feet step deeply through soft, grainy layers of retreating snow.  Approaching slowly, reverently, bowing from within before the regal tree, honoring the sacred connection between creation and me.  Gently my hands caress, bringing skin to bark, asking silently where it is that she is willing to give from, where it is I may receive.

I close my eyes, breathe deeply her essence, lean in, and feel to where she guides.  Her wisdom is deep, I trust her knowing more than my own.  I see with eyes, as well as heart, the space that she provides to nurture, share her lifeblood, her sap.  I feel her readiness to open, to receive, to offer and give freely, all that she has to share, her longing invitation to nurture deep those who are waiting.

It is with whispers of prayers from softly parted lips, deep gratitude, and genuine love, that I place the first tap.  I open her slowly with gentle hands and notice the wetness, the dampness that signals all that she offers.  With heightening energy and emotion, she brings forth from within, her gifts.  The sap runs freely, wildly, gently, pulsing life echoing the pulse under my skin.

The awakening has begun.

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