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Seeding earth wisdom since 1989.
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I think it’s so interesting that with each age w I think it’s so interesting that with each age we view the previous time period as being more innocent. We surround that time with the golden hue of nostalgia, thinking about simpler times and days gone by. Innocence lost. That is the ‘Western’ culture’s story, we see it again and again and never seem to tire of it. If you’re looking for an example of this simple narrative it’s right at the start of our foundational text the Old Testament, right after Genesis in The Fall. I think part of our need for repeating this dark tale comes from not really drawing the marrow from the story. So, we keep coming back to the same old bones. I speak about the story of the fall a good amount in relation to agriculture, but in this article I’d like to chew on these bones to help us a reflect on our own consciousness. Our definition of consciousness is based on the idea of knowledge and knowing. This idea of ‘knowing’ came from Ancient Greece. This is where the origins of our ideas about science and knowledge started. Coming part and parcel with science and knowledge was also the concept of Conscience. Which literally means con (with) and science. The root of the word science has to do with dividing. And it was understood that knowledge came from this process of taking things apart. So, knowledge is gained through breaking up the whole. Innocence literally means to have no knowledge of what we are doing, (in-) means not or no, (-nocence or nescience) means knowing. Our modern understanding of the word innocence has an ethical and legal overlay. Innocence doesn’t mean ‘not guilty’, but rather is referring to a state of being. So these words all have consistency and are telling us a story about how we see life. About a hierarchy of consciousness that we deeply believe in, that’s founded in our oldest stories and language. We need to question if this narrative is the whole truth or if there are other forms of consciousness and other stories or parts missing to our story. Read the rest of this post, link is in our bio. #consciousness #etymology #innocence #conscience
On warmer days in the winter, we open up the chick On warmer days in the winter, we open up the chicken coop door, so the chickens can get some fresh air and sunshine. Their barn is over 100 years old, and has had many modifications over the years. Steven added a little roof over the door over 10 years ago to help the snow fall out further, not piling up in front of the door. As the winter creeps on though, the snow does invariably pile up, and on warm days sometimes water drips off the roof, leaving a dense icy business. A couple of years ago, Steven cut the door in half, so in winter, we only need open the top, not needing to think about always digging out the base of the door to get in to feed them. Plus, if they don’t feel like heading all the way out, they can still get some fresh air. #winter #chickens #overwintering #overwinteringchickens #eggsallwinter #homestead #homesteading
Cedar’s enjoying the last of our watermelons, ha Cedar’s enjoying the last of our watermelons, harvested over four months ago. This one is starting to get a little punky in the middle, so we gobbled it up just in time. A testament to how healthy balanced soil helps preserve food longer than food pumped up falsely with chemicals. Bigger is not always better when it comes to growing food. Proper food storage is at play here too. These were stored in a cool place out of the light. A taste of the summer’s bounty in January! Having moments like these, we trust the light will return. #melons #northernfruit #watermelon #foodstorage #winter #localfruit
Hi All, I’m Megan. Co-creator of the Sacred Gard Hi All, I’m Megan. Co-creator of the Sacred Gardener School. I grew up in cities. When I met Steven in 2004, I lived in Toronto and was the front desk lady at an awesome progressive health centre for Homeless people. I loved working there, and it has continued to inform how I move in the world. One of the projects I had the privilege of being part of was working to create accessible ‘alternative’ health options for the people we worked with: free acupuncture, yoga, herbal medicine, TCM. I had always loved plants, but became fascinated with plants as medicine while working on developing this program. I decided to take an online herbal course, through Dominion Herbal College. When I finished it and got my piece of paper declaring me an Herbalist, I was uneasy and disturbed. I realized the thing that was really getting to me was that at the time, I wouldn’t have been able to identify one of these plants if you put me in front of them. I couldn't imagine offering service to anyone not knowing the plants personally, and being in relationship with them. One of my co-workers shared a box of Algonquin Tea with me, knowing the journey I was on, and I loved it. Sacred Blend. Inside the box was tiny text that mentioned plant apprenticeships. I called and talked to the man that ran the place, and made plans to be there for the spring of 2004, to meet the plants I had learned about. I fell in love with the land here instantly, before I fell in love with Steven. I felt I had come home. My family had moved from Alberta when I was 12 to Ontario, and I hadn’t felt that connection since my days in the prairies. I knew that somehow, I needed to live in a place like this, maybe this area and closer to these beings. To be in wild spaces. To breathe deep. Then we did fall in love. After my apprenticeship, we traveled back and forth to see each other for a year and some, then traveled in central america, which we decided if we still wanted to be together after that, I would come live with him. And that, is exactly what happened. #stories #meettheplants #meettheowner #sacredgardener #rurallife #backtotheland #herbalmedicine

sacredgardener

Seeding earth wisdom since 1989.
Home of The Sacred Gardener School.
Wildculturing ~ Co-create ~ Wildcrafting
We're on Patreon!

The Sacred Gardener
I think it’s so interesting that with each age w I think it’s so interesting that with each age we view the previous time period as being more innocent. We surround that time with the golden hue of nostalgia, thinking about simpler times and days gone by. Innocence lost. That is the ‘Western’ culture’s story, we see it again and again and never seem to tire of it. If you’re looking for an example of this simple narrative it’s right at the start of our foundational text the Old Testament, right after Genesis in The Fall. I think part of our need for repeating this dark tale comes from not really drawing the marrow from the story. So, we keep coming back to the same old bones. I speak about the story of the fall a good amount in relation to agriculture, but in this article I’d like to chew on these bones to help us a reflect on our own consciousness. Our definition of consciousness is based on the idea of knowledge and knowing. This idea of ‘knowing’ came from Ancient Greece. This is where the origins of our ideas about science and knowledge started. Coming part and parcel with science and knowledge was also the concept of Conscience. Which literally means con (with) and science. The root of the word science has to do with dividing. And it was understood that knowledge came from this process of taking things apart. So, knowledge is gained through breaking up the whole. Innocence literally means to have no knowledge of what we are doing, (in-) means not or no, (-nocence or nescience) means knowing. Our modern understanding of the word innocence has an ethical and legal overlay. Innocence doesn’t mean ‘not guilty’, but rather is referring to a state of being. So these words all have consistency and are telling us a story about how we see life. About a hierarchy of consciousness that we deeply believe in, that’s founded in our oldest stories and language. We need to question if this narrative is the whole truth or if there are other forms of consciousness and other stories or parts missing to our story. Read the rest of this post, link is in our bio. #consciousness #etymology #innocence #conscience
On warmer days in the winter, we open up the chick On warmer days in the winter, we open up the chicken coop door, so the chickens can get some fresh air and sunshine. Their barn is over 100 years old, and has had many modifications over the years. Steven added a little roof over the door over 10 years ago to help the snow fall out further, not piling up in front of the door. As the winter creeps on though, the snow does invariably pile up, and on warm days sometimes water drips off the roof, leaving a dense icy business. A couple of years ago, Steven cut the door in half, so in winter, we only need open the top, not needing to think about always digging out the base of the door to get in to feed them. Plus, if they don’t feel like heading all the way out, they can still get some fresh air. #winter #chickens #overwintering #overwinteringchickens #eggsallwinter #homestead #homesteading
Cedar’s enjoying the last of our watermelons, ha Cedar’s enjoying the last of our watermelons, harvested over four months ago. This one is starting to get a little punky in the middle, so we gobbled it up just in time. A testament to how healthy balanced soil helps preserve food longer than food pumped up falsely with chemicals. Bigger is not always better when it comes to growing food. Proper food storage is at play here too. These were stored in a cool place out of the light. A taste of the summer’s bounty in January! Having moments like these, we trust the light will return. #melons #northernfruit #watermelon #foodstorage #winter #localfruit
Hi All, I’m Megan. Co-creator of the Sacred Gard Hi All, I’m Megan. Co-creator of the Sacred Gardener School. I grew up in cities. When I met Steven in 2004, I lived in Toronto and was the front desk lady at an awesome progressive health centre for Homeless people. I loved working there, and it has continued to inform how I move in the world. One of the projects I had the privilege of being part of was working to create accessible ‘alternative’ health options for the people we worked with: free acupuncture, yoga, herbal medicine, TCM. I had always loved plants, but became fascinated with plants as medicine while working on developing this program. I decided to take an online herbal course, through Dominion Herbal College. When I finished it and got my piece of paper declaring me an Herbalist, I was uneasy and disturbed. I realized the thing that was really getting to me was that at the time, I wouldn’t have been able to identify one of these plants if you put me in front of them. I couldn't imagine offering service to anyone not knowing the plants personally, and being in relationship with them. One of my co-workers shared a box of Algonquin Tea with me, knowing the journey I was on, and I loved it. Sacred Blend. Inside the box was tiny text that mentioned plant apprenticeships. I called and talked to the man that ran the place, and made plans to be there for the spring of 2004, to meet the plants I had learned about. I fell in love with the land here instantly, before I fell in love with Steven. I felt I had come home. My family had moved from Alberta when I was 12 to Ontario, and I hadn’t felt that connection since my days in the prairies. I knew that somehow, I needed to live in a place like this, maybe this area and closer to these beings. To be in wild spaces. To breathe deep. Then we did fall in love. After my apprenticeship, we traveled back and forth to see each other for a year and some, then traveled in central america, which we decided if we still wanted to be together after that, I would come live with him. And that, is exactly what happened. #stories #meettheplants #meettheowner #sacredgardener #rurallife #backtotheland #herbalmedicine
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