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09/23/2025

The sacred white raven came into the Fall Magic

09/23/2025

Harvest Time

09/22/2025

Pawing into a new path to Fall

“The Path of the Bear”

Beneath the pines, where starlight glows,
a silent trail the Bear bestows.
His pawprints mark the earth so deep,
a promise the forest vows to keep.

Guardian of roots, of mountain’s song,
he teaches the people to walk strong.
To honor the land, to tread with care,
to listen to whispers that linger there.

In every swirl, the stories live,
the Bear reminds us what we give:
Respect the trees, the stones, the air—
for we are the children of all we share.
🎨Artist and the storyteller : Solis Hue
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09/22/2025

The wise eyes that see Fall

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The Owl Guardian of the River of Fire

In the time when the world was still young, the rivers were not only waters but pathways between the realms of the living and the spirit world. One river, known to the elders as the River of Fire, glowed red at dusk, its waters carrying the memories of ancestors into the horizon.

Above this sacred river lived Great Owl, the silent guardian. His eyes were said to see both the present and the unseen; one eye watched the earth, while the other gazed into the spirit realm. His presence was both feared and revered, for he carried the wisdom of death and the promise of guidance.

The canoe in the painting was no ordinary vessel. It belonged to the people who sought vision quests upon the river. When someone’s heart was heavy with questions—about life, death, or destiny—they would carve a canoe, paint it with symbols of their family, and set it upon the glowing waters. Guided by prayer, the canoe would drift beneath the watchful eyes of the Great Owl.

If the Owl approved, he would send a dream, carried on the ripples of the river, revealing the path the seeker must take. But if the Owl turned away, it meant the seeker was not yet ready to hold such knowledge.

The people tell of a brave warrior who once set his canoe upon the River of Fire. The sky flamed red as the Great Owl’s eyes met his. Instead of fear, the warrior bowed his head and whispered:
“Guide me, so I may guide my people.”

That night, he dreamed of wings and rivers flowing into the stars. When he awoke, he knew that his life was not meant for war but for peace. He became a great leader who carried his people through famine and hardship, always saying,
“The Owl showed me the way.”

To this day, many tribes of the woodlands and plains speak of the Owl as a messenger of deep truth—sometimes warning of death, sometimes guiding toward wisdom—but always a guardian watching the river that connects all worlds.

09/22/2025

The Fall Harvest is here

Happy Autumn Equinox!
"Solstices and equinoxes mark the four movements in a celestial score. The older I get, the more I aspire to tap into the symphonic song of nature. To harmonize with the flow of seasons, the cycles in our landscapes, and the larger universe...
The autumnal equinox falls between 21 and 24 September, as the Sun heads southward, crossing the celestial equator. In Celtic tradition, this equinox was celebrated as Mabon, which featured the building of an altar laden with harvest fruits and vegetables—an offering to the goddess or mother earth and a cue for people to count their blessings. In the Old and New World, harvest season and cooler temperatures typically led to more foraging, butchering, and baking. Late-harvest grains were made into seasonal breads, cakes, and beer; nuts and late-season fruits were turned into pies, cider, and brandy. Harvest festivals brought people together around a common table to celebrate the abundance of the season, the landscapes they shared, and community.
Gardeners and farmers are perhaps tied to these cycles as much as any of us can be, living in the modern world. And as a gardener still crafting a life and livelihood from the land, I am touched and heartened by our human impulse to mark the seasons together with earthly and celestial rites and rituals that help us celebrate our circles around the Sun.
*(from an essay on seasonality in my "Heirloom Gardener" book) available at your local bookstore or here https://www.amazon.com/dp/1604699930/?bestFormat=true&k=the%20heirloom%20gardener&ref_=nb_sb_ss_w_scx-ent-pd-bk-d_k2_1_12_de&crid=VU677TG0LURN&sprefix=the%20heirloom !

09/21/2025

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09/21/2025

I AM the fallen leave that activates Fall

09/14/2025

I will bring the Bear medicine into my Fall Ceremony and much, much more. Come join me in this powerful journey

09/13/2025

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09/08/2025

Balance yourself in eclipse season

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“The Ravens and the Serpent of Balance”

Among the Coast Salish people, it is told that long ago the world was wrapped in endless conflict—storms raged, rivers overflowed, and people quarreled without end. The Great Spirit, seeing the imbalance, sent forth two ravens, the keepers of wisdom and trickery.

The ravens descended to the earth and perched upon a mighty serpent that coiled in an endless circle. This serpent, known as S’aya, was the guardian of cycles: birth and death, night and day, growth and decay. Yet S’aya had fallen asleep, and the world had begun to forget its harmony.

The two ravens sang into the serpent’s ear—one with a voice of laughter, the other with a voice of sorrow. Their songs stirred S’aya awake, and the serpent began to move again, weaving balance back into the world. Rivers calmed, forests grew strong, and people learned that life was not only about power or weakness, but about the dance between opposites.

To this day, the Salish say that when ravens circle above and their calls echo through the forest, they are reminding us of the serpent’s lesson: that harmony lives not in the silence of one voice, but in the song of many.

09/01/2025

Hello September