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Author: Steven Martyn

Our Divine Cultural Inheritance

Our Divine Cultural Inheritance

By Steven Martyn January 3, 2020 January 13, 2020

Steven Martyn in front of a stack-wall cob earthship, speaking about the need to revive the sacred foundation of our culture through the practice of …

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Spells, Pumpkins and the Deep Mystery of Being

Spells, Pumpkins and the Deep Mystery of Being

By Steven Martyn January 2, 2020 January 13, 2020

By Steven Martyn Our whole lives we are guided away from the mystery and the magic. Driven away, like sheep from a gate leading to …

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For the Wild Podcast: Letting Land Lead

For the Wild Podcast: Letting Land Lead

By Steven Martyn October 11, 2019 January 13, 2020

Steven Martyn on For The Wild podcast, with Ayana Young For The Wild: Thanks for tuning in to our archived episodes! We loved sharing our …

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After about five years the creek and pond silted b After about five years the creek and pond silted back in about six inches deep. The gradient of the land demanded this. The fruit trees struggled with their wet feet and the basement started to flood again. I wasn’t going to have it re-dug because this would cause too much damage. I’m a luddite at heart, and feel machines should only be used when necessary. And, the creeks and shoreline had completely grown in with perennials I’d planted. These plants, like Comfrey, Horse Radish, Day lilies, Marsh marigolds and wild Jewelweed had all spread up and down the creek. I decided in late fall, five years after I’d had the creek dug, when that year’s leaves had fallen, that I would rake out the muck and leaves that had built up over the years. I did this as a small gesture towards bringing back the flow, it only took a few hours. Sure enough, once the debris was clear and the flow increased, the water carved deeper still into the silt, to the bottom of the dug creek bed. The basement flooding let up the next spring and the fruit trees started doing better the next summer. So every year now, by hand, I hard-rake the muck out from the creek. I plop the muck on top of the perennials running along side the creek. It’s great fertilizer. The Navaho, Aztecs and many other people grew their gardens intentionally alongside both natural and hand-dug canals, for water and for the fertile muck. This is an extension of the biomimicry our ancestors practiced in natural flood-plain areas. In flood-plain agriculture, where natural seasonal flooding happens, (which we’ve stopped everywhere we can), nutrients used up by the year’s plant growth and taken away by the grain harvest, are naturally replaced by the silt from the river. Natural flooding and burning were the primary tools used to co-create large scale agriculture, which in turn gave birth to civilization as we know it. These practices have been all but lost. I’m telling my story about the creek, in part because it’s not spectacular. It’s just about ‘mucking’ around on the land and figuring things out by paying attention. And then, moving forward in a gentle way. It’s a good humble example of how to work with the Earth.
I moved to the farm at Golden Lake, now home of th I moved to the farm at Golden Lake, now home of the Sacred Gardener, in December 1999. When the snow melted in the spring, a huge swale ran halfway around the barns and house. A swale is a place where water collects seasonally, into a wide shallow puddle that is slow to move off. The shallow water sat through to late June. It covered a lovely rich piece of land right in front of the house, making it unarable for gardens or trees. And what it did, was make a great breeding ground for mosquitos. We’re already surrounded by wetlands, so I figured the mosquitos could get by without this swale. That fall I had someone with a backhoe come in. I asked him to follow the natural water course and just make it deeper. I clearly marked out the creek bed to be, along with a few areas of Sensitive Fern and Wild Plum trees, that I didn’t want damaged in the process. He also made a pond and outflow in front of the house. The effect was amazing. It doubled the land around the house for growing. We made a 30 x 40 foot no-till mulched garden and planted Apple and Apricot trees, in the areas that had been too wet. It cleared out the bug breeding ground and it also gave us an unexpected bonus. Our basement (30m from the dug creek) no longer flooded in the spring. In creating drainage, the level of the spring water table actually dropped. When the creek was made, it changed the energy of the place for the better. Digging the creek changed the Feng Shui of the land. Where there had been decades of stagnant energy, there was now flow. The moving water Herself and the song of the little creek had far reaching effects. The hurly burly path of the creek, over rocks and roots, purified and oxygenated the water, so I’m sure many insects and fish in or down stream from the creek also benefitted. Because of the increased flow and deeper channel, the creek also now stayed open much of the winter and brought life back to the land very early in the spring. This was of great benefit to all the birds and animals (including cats and dogs) who then had a place they could access clean fresh water, when all their other drinking spots were frozen and under four feet of snow. Image: Marsh Marigold
Wild plum blossoms. intoxicating thick and heady s Wild plum blossoms. intoxicating thick and heady smell, sending their scent on the wind to open you to the wonder of the land; awakening. Today we picked many flowers to infuse in cream towards chocolate making adventures inspired by @gathervictoria #wildplum #nativeplants #nativetrees #spring #floral #floralchocolate #chocolate #sweetness #wildfood
White sage harvest, from plants we grow in our gre White sage harvest, from plants we grow in our greenhouse. They’re in pots that will live outside for the warm months, then back in before the frost in the fall. #whitesage #growyourown #atriskplants

sacredgardener

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After about five years the creek and pond silted b After about five years the creek and pond silted back in about six inches deep. The gradient of the land demanded this. The fruit trees struggled with their wet feet and the basement started to flood again. I wasn’t going to have it re-dug because this would cause too much damage. I’m a luddite at heart, and feel machines should only be used when necessary. And, the creeks and shoreline had completely grown in with perennials I’d planted. These plants, like Comfrey, Horse Radish, Day lilies, Marsh marigolds and wild Jewelweed had all spread up and down the creek. I decided in late fall, five years after I’d had the creek dug, when that year’s leaves had fallen, that I would rake out the muck and leaves that had built up over the years. I did this as a small gesture towards bringing back the flow, it only took a few hours. Sure enough, once the debris was clear and the flow increased, the water carved deeper still into the silt, to the bottom of the dug creek bed. The basement flooding let up the next spring and the fruit trees started doing better the next summer. So every year now, by hand, I hard-rake the muck out from the creek. I plop the muck on top of the perennials running along side the creek. It’s great fertilizer. The Navaho, Aztecs and many other people grew their gardens intentionally alongside both natural and hand-dug canals, for water and for the fertile muck. This is an extension of the biomimicry our ancestors practiced in natural flood-plain areas. In flood-plain agriculture, where natural seasonal flooding happens, (which we’ve stopped everywhere we can), nutrients used up by the year’s plant growth and taken away by the grain harvest, are naturally replaced by the silt from the river. Natural flooding and burning were the primary tools used to co-create large scale agriculture, which in turn gave birth to civilization as we know it. These practices have been all but lost. I’m telling my story about the creek, in part because it’s not spectacular. It’s just about ‘mucking’ around on the land and figuring things out by paying attention. And then, moving forward in a gentle way. It’s a good humble example of how to work with the Earth.
I moved to the farm at Golden Lake, now home of th I moved to the farm at Golden Lake, now home of the Sacred Gardener, in December 1999. When the snow melted in the spring, a huge swale ran halfway around the barns and house. A swale is a place where water collects seasonally, into a wide shallow puddle that is slow to move off. The shallow water sat through to late June. It covered a lovely rich piece of land right in front of the house, making it unarable for gardens or trees. And what it did, was make a great breeding ground for mosquitos. We’re already surrounded by wetlands, so I figured the mosquitos could get by without this swale. That fall I had someone with a backhoe come in. I asked him to follow the natural water course and just make it deeper. I clearly marked out the creek bed to be, along with a few areas of Sensitive Fern and Wild Plum trees, that I didn’t want damaged in the process. He also made a pond and outflow in front of the house. The effect was amazing. It doubled the land around the house for growing. We made a 30 x 40 foot no-till mulched garden and planted Apple and Apricot trees, in the areas that had been too wet. It cleared out the bug breeding ground and it also gave us an unexpected bonus. Our basement (30m from the dug creek) no longer flooded in the spring. In creating drainage, the level of the spring water table actually dropped. When the creek was made, it changed the energy of the place for the better. Digging the creek changed the Feng Shui of the land. Where there had been decades of stagnant energy, there was now flow. The moving water Herself and the song of the little creek had far reaching effects. The hurly burly path of the creek, over rocks and roots, purified and oxygenated the water, so I’m sure many insects and fish in or down stream from the creek also benefitted. Because of the increased flow and deeper channel, the creek also now stayed open much of the winter and brought life back to the land very early in the spring. This was of great benefit to all the birds and animals (including cats and dogs) who then had a place they could access clean fresh water, when all their other drinking spots were frozen and under four feet of snow. Image: Marsh Marigold
Wild plum blossoms. intoxicating thick and heady s Wild plum blossoms. intoxicating thick and heady smell, sending their scent on the wind to open you to the wonder of the land; awakening. Today we picked many flowers to infuse in cream towards chocolate making adventures inspired by @gathervictoria #wildplum #nativeplants #nativetrees #spring #floral #floralchocolate #chocolate #sweetness #wildfood
White sage harvest, from plants we grow in our gre White sage harvest, from plants we grow in our greenhouse. They’re in pots that will live outside for the warm months, then back in before the frost in the fall. #whitesage #growyourown #atriskplants
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