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    The Wind of the Family House Paid Member

    By Wendy Johnson
    Just before morning zazen the Eta Aquarid meteor showers of early May graze the eastern horizon, illuminating the hemline of black spring sky. In this eerie light the first crops of the season appear in an instant, vanishing in a flash. A dark circlet of pumpkin leaves dusted with frost pushes up from the nether world. Wild peas disappear into unkempt ground. More »
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    Appendix to Seeds of Rebirth Paid Member

    By Wendy Johnson
    This is additional information to Wendy Johnson's "Seeds of Rebirth" article in the Spring 2011 issue of Tricycle. Seed CompaniesBaker Creek Heirloom Seedswww.rareseeds.com 2278 Baker Creek RoadMansfield, MO 65704417-924-8917Offers open-pollinated natural and non GMO seeds. I love this company. They recently opened The Seed Bank in an old bank building in Petaluma California. They offer an excellent selection of heirloom varieties. Ecology Action—Bountiful Gardenswww.bountifulgardens.org5798 Ridgewood RoadWillits, CA 95490tel: (707) 459-6410I have been connected to this company since it began. They offer untreated open-pollinated heirloom seeds and an excellent array of informative publications. More »
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    Seeds of Rebirth Paid Member

    By Wendy Johnson
    Early February marks the midpoint between winter solstice and the vernal equinox. Outside, the thick sap tide of spring is on the rise, swelling plump buds of coastal plum and wild currant. In the ancient Celtic calendar of Old Europe, February 1 was traditionally dedicated to Brigid, the Gaelic goddess of poetry, smithcraft, and healing. On this feast of waxing light, new fire was kindled for fresh inspiration, and the growing year began anew. Predating Groundhog Day by centuries, on the feast of Brigid Irish farmers studied the frozen earth for a sign of serpent or badger emerging from their underground dens to herald the birth of spring. More »
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    The Sky River Paid Member

    By Wendy Johnson
    October wind crosses the world. The last tattered Monarch butterflies of the season sip nectar from ragged vermilion Tithonia flowers at the base of the farm. Practice period began a few weeks ago, the harvest gathered, the fields almost empty. At nightfall, exhausted Monarchs ride the updraft to shelter at the crown of the dark cypress windbreak nearest to the ocean, in trees that mark the edge of raw and cultivated ground. More »
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    The Call of the Abyss Paid Member

    By Wendy Johnson
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    Alone & Full Paid Member

    By Wendy Johnson
    On New Year’s Eve this winter I walked the coastal headlands with my husband to greet 2010 in the pale storm light of a rare blue moon— the second full moon of the month. While more than one hundred dedicated meditators sat zazen in the Green Gulch meditation hall, we climbed Coyote Ridge alone, not saying a word. The moon rode high in the saddle of the night. The ocean boomed in the dark-fingered sea-canyons below, pulled by the perigean high tides of the year. More »