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Bloodroot is Up

Bloodroot : Sanguinaria Candensis
King Root
Red Root
Tetterwort
Indian Paint
Red Puccoon
Paucon
Coon Root
Snakebite
Sweet Slumber

A masculine plant, ruled by the planet Mars, a plant of Fire…

From “Cunningham’s Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs” ~ Bloodroot is carried or worn to draw love. It is also carried to avert evil spells and negativity. Place near doorways and windowsills so the home will be protected. The darkest red roots are considered to be the best, and are known as “king roots” or “he roots.”

I like that!

Now, from M. Grieve ~

“The rootstock is thick, round and fleshy, slightly curved at ends, and contains an orange-red juice, and is about 1 to 4 inches long, with orange-red rootlets. When dried it breaks with a short sharp fracture, little smell, taste bitter acrid and persistent, powdered root causes sneezing and irritation of the nose. The root is collected in the Autumn, after leaves die down; it must be stored in a dry place or it quickly deteriorates.

The root has long been used by the American Indians as a dye for their bodies and clothes and has been used successfully by American and French dyers.”

Bloodroot is listed as a poison. It contains the opium alkaloid protopine. The rhizome contains red resin and an abundance of starch.
Don’t try eating it!

But in knowledgeable hands, it is an emetic, cathartic expectorant and emmenagogue. Used for dyspepsia, asthma, bronchitis and croup. And many other things.

Maybe best just plant it by your door!m

Yahoo! Spring Sheets on the Line!

Clothesline Song

Don’t feel bad
if you got nothing
done today….
No, don’t feel bad

You breathed,
You walked,
You slept and you dreamed.
You contemplated
your existence
in Not-doing
yes, Not-doing.

You are alive!
You touched the Sun,
You touched the Moon
You touched the Sky
and the Stars above!

You are Exalted!
You are Alive!
You are One….

So don’t feel bad
No, don’t feel bad
You are Sacred
You are Loved.

I Am A Poem

I am a poem
The poem is life, like
the pink and black marsh waters,
the Munch-like black silhouettes of trees,
the father and son covered in black balaclava,
the thin, sleek black feather I found against the moss.

The coronal hole
is the space we entered through
when we came to the earth
to seed.
These black waters, and
this dandelion head
its blowing, how it blouses out into freefall
to that thick green moss runner housing black feathers, bird droppings in groups of threes and sevens.

Those stars we look up and catch a glimpse of, when we are
too lazy to sleep out under them—-
Oh, we like our beds now,
our earth-like houses
with four walls and a ceiling
a bare bulb on a wire, and then we
read until we can’t keep our eyes open.
We fall asleep.

The next day is a poem.
You are the poem.
We are the poetry.
We are woven in amongst the shiny new stars,
the blessed stars we’ve only just noticed
while walking at night
at New Moon.

The rest of the time we are sleeping.
We walk in poetry, steep in poetry,
and sleep through poetry.

When we record our dreams
in a small red leather book,
it’s a little keyhole experience…
an “aha” moment, if we are lucky.
But you know how quickly it goes?
How quickly it goes away!
It disappears before we go to the bathroom
And fix our coffee.

Anti-Cancer Lunch

Sorrel, melissa and violets

My spring lunch was early garden fare: sorrel, violet blossoms, Melissa…my own sprouts, cilantro, arugula and parsley. Yum! Main course: homemade hummus, quinoa, Mediterranean olives, sesame tofu. Tulsi tea.

Spring Seeding

April 2, 2012

What energy is stirring forth this 2nde of aprile beautiful of breezy days? As I said to Nate…”something is happenin’, man!” I could feel it standing in the bush near the river, in the form of goose bumps all over my body, that prickly feeling of energy surge…what is it???? Whew!!!

The lake is like the ocean today, and steel blue. The sky is sky blue. The chimes are in tune with the sun and the moon. I can feel the stars in the middle of the day.

 

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