I feel a little less alone when I read your news letter. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. I am a mama to 3 little souls unschooling and doing my best to feed them a traditional diet. The way I live now is a sharp contrast from how I was raised. I find it healing to feed my family and aid their bodies in healing with herbs and food. To get here I had to block out outside influence and find my voice and what was true for me. Today I am reminded that there are many others doing the same pushing back and regaining their ancestral knowledge.
That you feel a little less alone is such a wonderful comment. I have been you, with my three little ones, feeling like a weird alien at times because I had such different ideas and values from so many people around me. When my kids were little and the other moms got together at the coffee shop, I was out walking in the woods or making yet another meal (someday I would like to know how many meals I have made, everyone from scratch). All that to say that I deeply respect your resolve and I understand how you feel. This world rewards conformity with ease, but as soon as we're comfortable with dropping ease in favour of the callings of our heart, we are rewarded with genuine nourishment in all aspects of our lives.
Funny. The way you describe your respect and admiration of Charles Eisenstein is how many of us view you, Tara. I all but drool over your words. They are utterly captivating and I simply cannot get enough.
I am currently taking English courses in early American literature and Theory and Criticism and I have to say, your writing is on the level of some of the most prolific writers to have ever existed. Although I am writer, I found you on Instagram because I was looking for people who were practicing ancestral eating. I had no idea at the time that I would find someone who inspires me to write better. Thank you for being active in your sovereignty in such a powerful way.
Chavonia, you are much too kind, but today is a grey one and I am low. Your words fluffed my feathers and I thank you for it. Thank you for reading what I share and for your generosity of spirit.
I love the title of this. and YES. thanks for putting it in words so completely and with your characteristic good humor. If I hear "according to the data" one more time...I swear, it's mind blowing how easily we get obsessed with a detail to such a complex and uncomprehending vastness we all swirl in. It's like our brain is so scared of our spirit we can't let the magic in anymore...so nice to feel community in people who are open to it still. Thanks for the wisdom Tara!
Well, Elizabeth, according to the data... I jest! What a great way to put it, "like our brain is so scared of our spirit we can't let the magic in anymore". We have to welcome that magic in because the world has rejected it outright. Blah. How stale a life where one cannot have their socks knocked off by an owl watching them from a tree or a turtle sitting on their doorstep. I mean, come on!
What a marvelous piece of writing, Tara. It reminds me of a book my partner was telling me about, it was about the Ute people, and in particular, about their medicine via plants and that unspeakable Knowing they had, which you and Gary used to understand your cow. This book mentioned that when the Utes saw “modern” medicine, they eventually were swayed away from their traditional medicines because the “modern” medicine seemed like magic with how fast it worked. The unfortunate side effect was that lots of their traditional ways of treating were lost, and that trust of the inner Knowing went with it. Anyhoo, here’s to more people waking up to the glory of a life where science, curiosity, awe, and inner Knowing can all dance together, rather than separately.
Such a beautiful comment, thank you. You know, my husband works in ERs in remote communities where the indigenous people of our land come in suffering from every illness of disconnection there is: alcoholism, drug addiction, suicides, liver failure, malnutrition, obesity, diabetes... epidemic numbers. Your story reminds me of those tragedies. We, too, though, once had ancestors that used the medicines of plants and were connected to the moon and the sun, the winds and the wildlife in ways that we have lost. I always feel like I'm trying to reclaim something that was wiped away with industrialisation in hopes that my daughters don't have to figure it all out from scratch.
The carrots and the donkeys👊🙌🙌exactly!! I loved the whole entire part 1 but this phrase makes me smile😂!! Tara- thank you for writing again….I think of you and your sweet daughter often🙏💞
Last week I was listening to an interview with Mattias Desmet, Professor of Clinical Psychology at Ghent University in Belgium about his observations over the past eighteen months.
He mentioned something I thought was pertinent to this conversation: some people swallow the pill because they don't want to return to what was normal in their eyes/world/personal situation in life in a job they hated. And that this sense of Goodness and righteousness that they are practicing, by submitting instead of digging before deciding, has given them a purpose in life and a sense of meaning.
What they don't realize is that there are better ways of being better, doing better, living better if they only dared go back to how this miracle of life planet works in symbiosis! What a sense of meaning to search for the ancient rhythm and weaving of all of life!
I only have one close family member in the States with me. The rest are overseas. She is my niece. I teach her as much as I can, even though I am also still learning. I teach her to appreciate a bug! To look at it in awe, to greet it, wonder at it's intricate details and how it exists in balance with the rest of this world around us. How magnificently it was created and how it was given instincts to know how to open its wings, lift one leg off the ground and carefully move in to flight all in a blink of our eye. The wonder brings a shift. I have derailed and got lost in remembering a bug I met recently in the shade of a poplar tree by the rams.
Just wanted to say YES to what you're saying. SO MUCH YESness.
How beautiful, Yvette. I was lost in your description of observing a bug. What a miracle! A whole universe in a tiny little creature. I really enjoyed reading that. Your niece is blessed to have you in her life.
I will find that interview and listen to it. It is so aligned with what I am observing all around me. It seems that this 'sickness' has given some people a meaning far more than what it should. So far our we from where we belong, to what we belong. All that gnawing and growling of our hungry souls, fed up with empty bulk, if just for the time being. Bulk that doesn't nourish, but calms the pangs for awhile.
I also see that there are so many people rejecting the further erosion of our way of life, opening their eyes, and looking to create better in their lives for them and their children. I have faith and hope in that.
I will for sure go and read the Eisenstein essay. Thank you. And thank you for the story of Clementine at the beginning and the description of the energy you felt when she was sick. That was so instructive and helpful to frame the rest of your thoughts. I appreciate it!
Thank you for this. It’s amazing to read in such beautiful writing so many things I’ve been thinking, and on the edge of thinking, for so long. Love your words & wisdom.
Thank you for another brilliant piece of writing! I consider myself lucky whenever I get one of your newsletters in my inbox. So very eloquent and thought-provoking! I look forward to the continuation of this story.
This one was deep & soooo appreciated. There is so much more at play, sometimes I feel helpless but to do what I do for my family and farm on a daily basis. Like how can people truly be so brainwashed?! So willing to just go get a vaccine to keep their parents 'safe' or because their job said so. I would have never imagined a world where good, even fantastic employees were being terminated from their jobs all because they didn't want to jump on the Jab Band wagon. It breaks my heart. The corruptness and just absolute true disregard for life. Even though they say this is the Fountain of Life 😞
It can be overwhelming. I can fall into a deep, dark hole if I stay in that place too long. So, I allow myself to feel what I must, get mad and frustrated or whatever must be and then I brush myself off, reclaim what I am here to do and get back to creating something more meaningful and enriching than anyone could ever offer up to me. p.s. you might find the After Skool video on YouTube very insightful if you haven't seen it. It's the one about mass psychosis. Very, very good.
So beautiful and well written! I recently had a question pop in my head. It is off topic, but I was super curious how you tackle this. I know you are not a fan of plastic and such. I am wondering how you process and store hay for winterfeeding? Around here most people use plastic to create bales. I'm not a fan of this and am looking for a environmental friendlier way to tackle this. But also what is the best way to save it in the most nutritional way for the animals?
Hi Jozina, so you're talking about baleage or baylage - when the hay isn't dried and baled, but rather wrapped up wet to ferment. This can also be done as silage (in big holding tanks/layered with all sorts of other things). I do not like any of those things. We used to make our own hay, on our first farm, just cutting and drying in the sun. At this farm, we buy hay, but it is still just cut and dried and then wrapped with twine. Dried grasses and legumes, that's it.
In mentioning a life of safety... it is what they are buying into, these donkeys chasing the carrots, and yet they overload the channels of communication with the border infiltration, the potential food scarcity and shortage, the dangers of not enough supplies or energy to heat homes during the winter... Lack of safety, more fear!... and yet they still chase the carrots.
It is nice to see the community here and elsewhere that there are people who find their own safety, not buying into the fear, not chasing carrots. <3
I feel a little less alone when I read your news letter. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. I am a mama to 3 little souls unschooling and doing my best to feed them a traditional diet. The way I live now is a sharp contrast from how I was raised. I find it healing to feed my family and aid their bodies in healing with herbs and food. To get here I had to block out outside influence and find my voice and what was true for me. Today I am reminded that there are many others doing the same pushing back and regaining their ancestral knowledge.
That you feel a little less alone is such a wonderful comment. I have been you, with my three little ones, feeling like a weird alien at times because I had such different ideas and values from so many people around me. When my kids were little and the other moms got together at the coffee shop, I was out walking in the woods or making yet another meal (someday I would like to know how many meals I have made, everyone from scratch). All that to say that I deeply respect your resolve and I understand how you feel. This world rewards conformity with ease, but as soon as we're comfortable with dropping ease in favour of the callings of our heart, we are rewarded with genuine nourishment in all aspects of our lives.
Funny. The way you describe your respect and admiration of Charles Eisenstein is how many of us view you, Tara. I all but drool over your words. They are utterly captivating and I simply cannot get enough.
Thank you so much for always being so kind to me. 💕
I am currently taking English courses in early American literature and Theory and Criticism and I have to say, your writing is on the level of some of the most prolific writers to have ever existed. Although I am writer, I found you on Instagram because I was looking for people who were practicing ancestral eating. I had no idea at the time that I would find someone who inspires me to write better. Thank you for being active in your sovereignty in such a powerful way.
Chavonia, you are much too kind, but today is a grey one and I am low. Your words fluffed my feathers and I thank you for it. Thank you for reading what I share and for your generosity of spirit.
I love the title of this. and YES. thanks for putting it in words so completely and with your characteristic good humor. If I hear "according to the data" one more time...I swear, it's mind blowing how easily we get obsessed with a detail to such a complex and uncomprehending vastness we all swirl in. It's like our brain is so scared of our spirit we can't let the magic in anymore...so nice to feel community in people who are open to it still. Thanks for the wisdom Tara!
Well, Elizabeth, according to the data... I jest! What a great way to put it, "like our brain is so scared of our spirit we can't let the magic in anymore". We have to welcome that magic in because the world has rejected it outright. Blah. How stale a life where one cannot have their socks knocked off by an owl watching them from a tree or a turtle sitting on their doorstep. I mean, come on!
What a marvelous piece of writing, Tara. It reminds me of a book my partner was telling me about, it was about the Ute people, and in particular, about their medicine via plants and that unspeakable Knowing they had, which you and Gary used to understand your cow. This book mentioned that when the Utes saw “modern” medicine, they eventually were swayed away from their traditional medicines because the “modern” medicine seemed like magic with how fast it worked. The unfortunate side effect was that lots of their traditional ways of treating were lost, and that trust of the inner Knowing went with it. Anyhoo, here’s to more people waking up to the glory of a life where science, curiosity, awe, and inner Knowing can all dance together, rather than separately.
Such a beautiful comment, thank you. You know, my husband works in ERs in remote communities where the indigenous people of our land come in suffering from every illness of disconnection there is: alcoholism, drug addiction, suicides, liver failure, malnutrition, obesity, diabetes... epidemic numbers. Your story reminds me of those tragedies. We, too, though, once had ancestors that used the medicines of plants and were connected to the moon and the sun, the winds and the wildlife in ways that we have lost. I always feel like I'm trying to reclaim something that was wiped away with industrialisation in hopes that my daughters don't have to figure it all out from scratch.
The carrots and the donkeys👊🙌🙌exactly!! I loved the whole entire part 1 but this phrase makes me smile😂!! Tara- thank you for writing again….I think of you and your sweet daughter often🙏💞
Thank you, Trish.
So true Tara.
Last week I was listening to an interview with Mattias Desmet, Professor of Clinical Psychology at Ghent University in Belgium about his observations over the past eighteen months.
He mentioned something I thought was pertinent to this conversation: some people swallow the pill because they don't want to return to what was normal in their eyes/world/personal situation in life in a job they hated. And that this sense of Goodness and righteousness that they are practicing, by submitting instead of digging before deciding, has given them a purpose in life and a sense of meaning.
What they don't realize is that there are better ways of being better, doing better, living better if they only dared go back to how this miracle of life planet works in symbiosis! What a sense of meaning to search for the ancient rhythm and weaving of all of life!
I only have one close family member in the States with me. The rest are overseas. She is my niece. I teach her as much as I can, even though I am also still learning. I teach her to appreciate a bug! To look at it in awe, to greet it, wonder at it's intricate details and how it exists in balance with the rest of this world around us. How magnificently it was created and how it was given instincts to know how to open its wings, lift one leg off the ground and carefully move in to flight all in a blink of our eye. The wonder brings a shift. I have derailed and got lost in remembering a bug I met recently in the shade of a poplar tree by the rams.
Just wanted to say YES to what you're saying. SO MUCH YESness.
How beautiful, Yvette. I was lost in your description of observing a bug. What a miracle! A whole universe in a tiny little creature. I really enjoyed reading that. Your niece is blessed to have you in her life.
I will find that interview and listen to it. It is so aligned with what I am observing all around me. It seems that this 'sickness' has given some people a meaning far more than what it should. So far our we from where we belong, to what we belong. All that gnawing and growling of our hungry souls, fed up with empty bulk, if just for the time being. Bulk that doesn't nourish, but calms the pangs for awhile.
I also see that there are so many people rejecting the further erosion of our way of life, opening their eyes, and looking to create better in their lives for them and their children. I have faith and hope in that.
I shall place my hope alongside yours
I will for sure go and read the Eisenstein essay. Thank you. And thank you for the story of Clementine at the beginning and the description of the energy you felt when she was sick. That was so instructive and helpful to frame the rest of your thoughts. I appreciate it!
Thanks, Janene. That's so nice to hear.
Thank you for this. It’s amazing to read in such beautiful writing so many things I’ve been thinking, and on the edge of thinking, for so long. Love your words & wisdom.
Thank you, Nicola. 💕
I am so so grateful to have your writing in my life again.
Thank you for reading what I share.
Thank you for another brilliant piece of writing! I consider myself lucky whenever I get one of your newsletters in my inbox. So very eloquent and thought-provoking! I look forward to the continuation of this story.
Thank you, Nancy.
Spot on!
Brilliant. And so very true.
This one was deep & soooo appreciated. There is so much more at play, sometimes I feel helpless but to do what I do for my family and farm on a daily basis. Like how can people truly be so brainwashed?! So willing to just go get a vaccine to keep their parents 'safe' or because their job said so. I would have never imagined a world where good, even fantastic employees were being terminated from their jobs all because they didn't want to jump on the Jab Band wagon. It breaks my heart. The corruptness and just absolute true disregard for life. Even though they say this is the Fountain of Life 😞
It can be overwhelming. I can fall into a deep, dark hole if I stay in that place too long. So, I allow myself to feel what I must, get mad and frustrated or whatever must be and then I brush myself off, reclaim what I am here to do and get back to creating something more meaningful and enriching than anyone could ever offer up to me. p.s. you might find the After Skool video on YouTube very insightful if you haven't seen it. It's the one about mass psychosis. Very, very good.
It seems we have the same tactics. Thank you for the video recommendations, I will definitely be looking that up ❤️❤️
So beautiful and well written! I recently had a question pop in my head. It is off topic, but I was super curious how you tackle this. I know you are not a fan of plastic and such. I am wondering how you process and store hay for winterfeeding? Around here most people use plastic to create bales. I'm not a fan of this and am looking for a environmental friendlier way to tackle this. But also what is the best way to save it in the most nutritional way for the animals?
Hi Jozina, so you're talking about baleage or baylage - when the hay isn't dried and baled, but rather wrapped up wet to ferment. This can also be done as silage (in big holding tanks/layered with all sorts of other things). I do not like any of those things. We used to make our own hay, on our first farm, just cutting and drying in the sun. At this farm, we buy hay, but it is still just cut and dried and then wrapped with twine. Dried grasses and legumes, that's it.
In mentioning a life of safety... it is what they are buying into, these donkeys chasing the carrots, and yet they overload the channels of communication with the border infiltration, the potential food scarcity and shortage, the dangers of not enough supplies or energy to heat homes during the winter... Lack of safety, more fear!... and yet they still chase the carrots.
It is nice to see the community here and elsewhere that there are people who find their own safety, not buying into the fear, not chasing carrots. <3
It's such a tortured way to live, to be so easily manipulated by fear and to have so many willing to capitalise on it. Just awful.
I agree, it's so nice to have relationships and hear/learn from others who are still working to live fully, without the fear they're pedalling.