The Cazadero Hills
Yep, I’m doing it—finally starting a Blog of My Own. No longer will I be merely Pontificating and occasionally sending out those ruminations or reports of interesting moments, mostly when I’m in some sort of trouble. (Although I will keep doing that.) For a long time I’ve been considering writing an actual blog, a kind of online diary. What stopped me was a number of considerations:
I used to write for two blogs on religion, On Faith with Newsweek/Washington Post and Alivemindandspirit http://www.alivemindandspirit.com/index.php?category=1
and I believe the entire internet is a conspiracy to keep writers at work on thousands of short little pieces that never add up to anything that might actually bring in money, while distracting you from holding down a day job.
I ask myself questions like, “Why in hell would anybody care about this?” Do you really care if the chickens got out? If my bags are delayed in the airport? If for some unfathomable reason you do, and the growth of blogs suggests that people are endlessly fascinated with the details of other peoples’ lives, should I encourage it?
I’ve never succeeded in keeping a diary for very long, except at times when I was on vacation and could sit in some sidewalk café somewhere sipping espresso and writing in a notebook, pretending I was Anais Nin.
But, the post-modern world has finally caught up with me and prodded me into blogging. I draw the line, however, at tweeting—until I’m in the midst of Iranian crowds resisting the election or some similar uprising back home. Should you be addicted to tweets and really, really wish you could get mine, here’s a sample of what they would be:
11:53 PM. Plane late, bags delayed.
11:58 PM. Waiting at baggage, still no bags.
12:05 AM Baggage belt stopped.
12:13 AM Baggage belt going again!
12:39 AM Everyone else has bags, mine missing.
Or:
4:53 PM Tried to put chickens away early, white one escaped.
5:03 PM Caught white chicken, red one escaped.
5: 13 PM Caught red chicken, black one out.
5: 28 PM Sitting on ground, crying in chicken yard.
What I’ve been wanting to write is a blog about my life in permaculture, in ecological design applied to the land, primarily, I thought, my ranch up in Cazadero where I spend as much time as I can. Kind of a West Coast Under the Tuscan Sun, or rather, Under the Cazadero Rain, but with more composting toilets and probably fewer fabulous meals in hidden, stone-roofed Tuscan bistros, alas. And I came back last year from my summer travels, all eager to begin—and discovered everything in the garden was basically dead, the greenhouse was desiccated, the forest garden limping along, the olives, even, gasping—and it was just too depressing. Time passed, life happened, things changed, and now that I finally got the blog thing up and figured out how to use it, I’m about to leave again.
Nonetheless, I’ve decided to begin now. For one thing, I will be travelling, if not exactly on vacation, and travel often stimulates me to want to describe what I’m seeing and occasionally think Deep Thoughts about it.
So what is this blog about? Dirt Worship seemed to cover the ground (oh, that was a bad pun!) of both earth-based spirituality, permaculture, Paganism, the Goddess, life on the ranch, activist efforts to prevent idiots destroying the earth and everything good on her, gardening, composting toilets, and more.
So let me begin with a short description of my last evening on the ranch, before taking off for the summer. It’s mid-June, and a late May rain still keeps the grasses more green than gold. The sun is low enough in the sky to give everything a golden glow. The roses are spilling over themselves in the garden, pouring out blooms like American Idol contestants belting out love songs. David, my partner, and I are just up overnight to celebrate our wedding anniversary and we stroll up from our one-room cabin down in the redwoods up to the garden on the ridge.
Buck and Greg, the feral radical faeries that live in the yome by the olives (a yome being a cross between a yurt and dome, hope that makes it clear—essentially, a geodesic tent with some structure) are walking the goats. Buck and Greg are handspinners, widely known around the area as Two Guyz that Spin as they take their wares to farmers’ markets and have opened a small shop in Monte Rio. The goats are three angora goats. Elton (I did not name them), the buck, is majestic, with a long beard and backward curving horns, and vast sweeps of black, white and gray hair. Valentine, the doe, is white and curly, and her kid, Valentino, is a miniature of her although he’s already growing horns and starting to butt Elton in the stomach. And Pretty Boy, the Komondor, a kind of giant Hungarian sheepdog with dreadlocks, is prowling around, on guard against coyotes and cougars.
Here’s Elton, our buck
In the evenings, Buck and Greg stroll around with the goats, letting them munch the grass on the roadside and clear brush from under the trees. This spring the goats have done almost all the mowing, aided by the chickens whom we move around in a portable chicken house tractor, and a bit of scything.
It’s a great pleasure, watching goats eat. They munch so methodically but with such enthusiasm, seeming to smile as they tear and chew. Goats are browsers, not grazers—they don’t just eat grass but love to tear leaves off branches, chow down on twigs, brush, thistles, overhanging leaves. The whole world is dinner, when you’re a goat!
And here’s Valentine, the doe.
A lot of this blog will chronicle the challenges, the mistakes, the moments of sheer permacultural disaster and despair that life on the ranch entails. When you’re your own water company, utility and general repair person, when you’ve got three off-the-grid homesites to maintain and not a lot of money nor innate mechanical ability to draw on, when you live in a place that gets 80 to 100 inches of rainfall in the winter months and no rain at all generally from May to late September, when your spring is only producing fifteen gallons of water an hour going into the dry season, when you’ve optimistically planted up far too many gardens, forest gardens, orchards, olive groves and fedges for a person who is away most of the time, well—let’s just say there’s always something that needs to be fixed. Mostly, I work on my attitude. Instead of telling myself “I’m fucked, I’m doomed!” I try to say, “Oh, how exciting! Another interesting challenge in physical reality that has a real life solution I am highly capable of finding!”
That works, sometimes. I will get into the challenges, because I think it’s important for us, as we herald the green revolution, to admit our mistakes and help each other learn from the challenges.
But I wanted to start with one idyllic moment—the way I’ll think of the ranch when I’m on my travels.
And so we leave the ranch—rose petals gently waving a farewell on a soft, summer’s breeze, goats miraculously not eating the rose petals, chickens softly clucking in the twilight, feral faeries pulling dreadlocks off the dog and spinning them into yarn. Life is good!
Pretty Boy, our Komondor sheep dog.Life is good!
Happy birthday!
Starhawk, I read The Spiral Dance many years ago and have admired you for a long time. And I still do now. That actually isn’t all that relevant to what I’m about to say, I just want you to know where I’m coming from.
I read your piece at the Post about Obama’s speech. And it was fine as far as it went, and I realize that you are ethnically Jewish. But you need to go that one step farther and understand something. When it comes to Palestine and Israel, *every inch of land* Israel rests on is stolen. People were living there when they started shipping European Jews in back after WWII. Those people were the Palestinians. I don’t care what holy book says what: when people are living in a land, you do not take that land away from them and give it to someone else. Particularly not at gunpoint, UN or no UN. Period.
The really insulting part is that the entire premise of Judaism rests on three factors: One, whether Abraham the patriarch really existed. Two, whether Moses the prophet really existed (and, concurrently, whether the Exodus really happened). Three, whether most of the Israelis in that land today really descend from Hebrews. And there is ample evidence or lack thereof that I could give a conditional reply of No to all three questions. So it is very possible that the whole premise of Israel is a lie. Yet we allowed this settlement and conquest to take place and raised hardly a protest until the Palestinians couldn’t be kept silent anymore.
I know people are already calling you a self-hating Jew. But you understand that the Enclosure in Europe was disastrous. You understand that post-Contact life for Native Americans was downright untenable. You already grok the ramifications of stolen land and broken promises and how myth is sometimes taken for cold, hard fact. Please be ethically consistent about this. I know you care about the Palestinians to whom you have ministered in the Middle East–go this one step farther and really open your eyes and see what is being done to them.
Unless the UN or Britain have suddenly become the Messiah, mind you. Which I sincerely doubt.
Thanks for your time.
Good points Dana.
Perhaps citizens of the US should also return all land stolen from native Americans since the “discovery” of America in 1492.
Incidentally “UN or no UN” the Grand Mufti of Jerusalem, the spiritual and effectively the political leader of the Palestinians during WWII, has made special efforts from the 1930s to eliminate Jews and supported Hitler’s final solution. See:
http://www.dailymotion.com/related/xd12e/video/xq7qv_hitler-and-the-mufti_news?hmz=746162
Starhawk,
Welcome to the blogshpere and congratulations! It is a great way to learn and make connections. Although I do get concerned that as we all become more comfortable with communicating technologically, that we are becoming less comfortable communicating directly… as in face to face or phone. BUT… mostly I think it’s a good thing, and I sure am glad to know you are here.
I will visit often.
Peace and blessings,
Mia
Star, we’ve danced a few spiral dances at midwife gatherings over the years. I read your books with gusto, and have read The Fifth Sacred Thing three times through, so far. Prescient book, that one, as I live near Avila and Diablo Canyon.
I love reading your blog, your musings of goats and ranch life, travel and lost luggage. Every word, savored. Blessed be.
PS
One tiny suggestion… would you consider using a slightly larger font for us old folks?! I do have trouble with the tiny letters, even with my glasses. 🙂
Peace,
Mia
Mia, remember to try the text zoom feature on your browser. We’re also looking into enlarging the default size of the text.
Not only am I blind, but technically challenged! 🙂
Thanks for the suggestion. I will try it!
Peace,
Mia
Hi Star, I met you when we attended Dandelion several years and four Vermont witchcamps ago. I too have a permaculture experiment going on here, still on the grid and about to get into the yurt/composting toilet scene for additional space. I can’t leave! The llamas the goat the cats the dogs all need my attention. I will read your blog and love every minute of seeing how someone else who is also not an electrical tool wielder deals with her place. Hope to see you at this year’s VWC, there was a rumor going round that you might be able to come. Our teenage girls are still best friends, each year Kore and Reesa join forces and glom onto each other for the entire camp, while I hang out with Rose, learning all about the wise ways …
Love and peace and joy,
Rain
Hi Starhawk, I met you once, in Australia. Northern New South Wales, December 2003 (if my faded memory for times/dates still serves me). You stayed at the Funky Forest (so did I). I was the woman who fell asleep at the hall, then had to make my way back to Funky Forest by myself, because everyone else had left – then proceeded to require rescue because my car had bogged on the very steep hill, and I was too terrified to move it in the pitch black. We also shared a cup of tea at dawn on the patio, just yourself and me. It was wonderful to meet you. Do you remember the closing “Ceremony”? A huge tropical storm, lots of people stripped off completely, and snaked/drummed/sang through the secluded grassland/woods. Like you, I kept my clothes on (though I must admit, I was tempted). Here’s me: http://www.kimspages.org
Anyway, I’ve added your new blog to my “Favourites” page. To-day (21st June), I’m off to share the Winter Solstice with some long-time friends. I live in “Yugambeh” country (near Jimboomba on this map):
http://www.yugambeh.com/wp-gallery2.php?g2_itemId=79
. . . and a very great friend of mine Diane Watson (now known as Aunty Ruby Rose), Yugambeh elder, has just returned to “Country” after spending 3 years in Canberra. You may be interested in this beautiful interview she did:
http://www.goldcoast-thismonth.com/articles/AprMay07.htm
Bravo, Starhawk…I enjoyed your blog. I love the photo of Pretty Boy and his dreadlocks. Don’t think you have to Twitter for me…I don’t even do Facebook… This technology is wonderful but it’s also getting overwhelming!
Starhawk, in your email message you write you have a bad technology day — nothing wrong with the links, they work fine.
I’ve been urged by people to do a blog — I dread the comments…
From what i have seen comments disintegrate into private conversations, not unlike the “boards” of a few years ago.
Facebook, Twitter, whatever they are called, is not where I want to be.
But wishing you the best with this blog.
The name of your blog grabs me, it’s grrreat!
Hi Star:
Thanks for confirming the Oy Vey moments in the life of a homesteader. I too have learned over the 30 years or so I’ve been growing my food, that absence makes the garden wither, whether or not you cast fertility spells all over it before taking off.
Thanks for your advise to me about my trip with Code Pink to Palestine. I just got back, and through the fog of jet-lag, see that, at least the peas are still producing, even if much else has been decimated by the slugs and earwigs.
We did not get into Gaza, but saw enough of the occupied territories and met with many peace activists, so that I return with graphic recognition of the effects of life for all sides when the land has been stolen, and everyone sees themselves as victims. With all the sage burning and offerings, and affirmations planted there last week, let the re-framing begin!
Hi Star! I’m really glad to see your blog! It is interesting to see the day to day ups and downs of people that you feel a connection with. I have been having both successes and failures with my beginning attempt at Permaculture (the sheet mulching is sort of working). The San Antonio area has been unusually hot this year (102, 106 one day I think) and very dry. Hard to grow anything. But I’m hanging in. Hope you have good travels!
So pleased to find your voice in the blogosphere! Please accept my blog warming gift – a kiss on each cheek, a friendly hug and a thumb’s up for venturing into the blog world. Look forward to stopping by often.
Just enjoying your perceptions of this lovely planet and ‘how it works’ for you! Thanks for all your sharings.
Glad you decided to do the blog thing. I really appreciate all of you writings.
Starhawk:
Having read a couple of your books and several of your essays and having admired your work for many years, I am particularly looking forward to your thoughts on the current situation in Iran. Hearing from our brave Iranian brothers and sisters via Twitter, I am struck by the similarity between the peaceful tactics of protesters there (especially sending messages around the world speaking the names of those being martyred for freedom, and showing their faces) and the tactics used by peaceful resistors in The Fifth Sacred Thing. I know that information that has been passed on to the protesters regarding staying safe (and hopefully alive!) during protests has been compiled by those familiar with your work. As a leader and scholar in the art and science of peaceful resistance, do you have any advice to give to those struggling to continue their peaceful protest in the face of fear for themselves and grief for those struck down next to them? I do not doubt that any comfort that you can give or solidarity that you can show with these brave men and women striving to uphold an ideal of peaceful change would be well-appreciated.
Thank you for your time and your thoughts.
Hi Star,
I’m an Earth Activist graduate, blogging under a pseudonym. Nice blog! Just to let you know, the sidebar on your front page is sitting under the post when looking from my computer. I’m using firefox on a macbook. I’m not sure what the problem is, but you might want to take a look at it. I look forward to hearing more about your boring life. 😉
Breena, we’re still working out a few bugs here at blog central. Meanwhile, try a different browser, and/or updating your Firefox if it’s not the latest version. Sometimes using the zoom text feature makes the columns wonky also.
As one who has been blogging about “Deafhood, Paganism, and Life in General” for going on three years now… allow me to welcome you to the Blogosphere! Blogging has its ups and downs, its trials and tribulations, its joys and jubilations. But at least for me – it has been a wondrous experience and a chance to meet so many beautiful people. I wish you all the best with your blog, and may you have many wondrous experiences as well!
Happy Solstice! I see you are blogging. Write when you find work.
x
Rosie
Glad you’re blogging, Starhawk. There’s a million words out there, it’s true, and I find myself skimming, skipping and browsing a whole lot more than I used to. But your words are always worth reading.
Aloha- Great start to the blog. I am impressed that you have time to do all that you do! You must have mastered time-magick 🙂 I too live on a farm, though mine is in Hawaii, on the Big Island. We have rain catchment for our water, no electricity (not even solar yet- can’t afford it) we use candles and oil lamps. We have chickens and ducks currently, as well as many young citrus trees, lilikoi vines in the trees already flowering (passion fruit), bananas, pineapples, coffee, etc. All are young and not all are bearing yet. It is a lot of work to hand clear jungle and ask Pele for Her guidance in where we are to plant things. Farming in lava rock is a challenge. We have a great stone circle and hold sabbat celebrations on the land which is a sanctuary to us and all the creatures who dwell there- seen and unseen. It is wonderful to read of how others are doing it, loving the Mama Earth, growing food, raising critters, and blessing Her and being blessed in the process. Mahalo nui loa.
Maire
Dear Dana , Sarhawk and every living pumping heart .
thanks for opening this one more portal to understanding .
I live in Australia ,decendent not of Aboriginal people but of immigrants. Maybe just like you I am horrified and ashamed of what the original people of this land have and do suffer . I am born here but i can’t stop the horrific consequences of the quiet nuclear industry that is the latest of cruel theft being perpetuated by a force that seems to be maipulating the lives of the larger population here , in America , in Israel , in Iran ,in China and in Palestine and so many other places .
Last week I saw poetry . a man walked into a shop here . The shopkeeper after a few words asked the first man where he came from . The man hesitated then said Israel . The second man reached his hand across the counter and said “shalom I am from Lebanon .
As always the people on the ground , know the pain and want peace ….. but the intellectuals play goodies and badies . who’s fault ,who is to blame for this horrific mess .
Do you know Dana that Arabs and Jews and Christians lived peacefully in Palestine before the British rule … you know the British taking over from the Ottoman (Turkish )in the first world war) . Do you know that Egypt refused to take the responsibility for Gaza .That Moslem women and Moslem homosexuals have western rights in Israel unlike in the surrounding countries of that region ? The Israeli army/government are criminals and human rights abusers but the ordinary people of Israel be them Moslem ,Jewish , Christian , Druze , Chikesi , Bahai , Pagan are not their goverments or their religious fanatics . Myth or culture creation speculation hisstory or her story ..what matters is Do you want to help the people and land of Palestine/Israel that want peace or do you want to add your energy to hatred for one side or the other …that will perpetuate fear isolation and more cruelty .Do you think the Israeli Jews should leave Israel and I should leave Australia and ……whoever America . Here in Australia I am working on the relity that the Aboriginal people are our teachers that can somehow forgive and welcome
those that respect them .
we dont have time for hatred ( its that old taught behaviour of schools and cultures of war -goodies and badies instead we can acknowledge the pain we feel for the victims of cruelty and use that energy to spread understanding so that whole populations can stop believing that war is the only way )… Our Australian government is busy supplying everyone you know with uranium right now at a lovely short term profit for the few … and those few need to be coaxed back to the circle because their cold isolation
is hurting us all .
do you see what I’m getting at ?
Frances
Hi Starhawk! Congrats on your blog!
I’m fascinated by your Angoras. We have Nubians, for milk, but when I was a kid our family had an Angora amidst a small herd of Toggenbergs. Sugar never gave much milk, and we never did anything with her fur; she was more of a pet, and had a sweet disposition.
There’s something so intimate about hand-milking a goat. What other creature on earth turns blackberry brambles and brush into milk — and then gives it to you, willingly, without any harm or degradation to herself! (Well, “willingly” actually means “bribed by grain.”)
Goats are such fun. We try to take ours on walks daily, and they love it. We’ll take you out with them if you like when you come here in October.
Keep up the the good work of our mother — I’m happy to see you have some available energy for this!
Merry Meet!
Remember your stay in Amsterdam?
Here in Holland we have to deal with Geert Wilders, an extreme right-wing politician.
So-called ‘incidents’ with coloured and/or muslim people are already happening.
We have to find a way of fighting back.
Hi Starhawk,
I can so relate to your crying in the chicken yard! Last year Louis worked so hard to create the 750 gallon rainwater collection system which turned out to be a banner rain year and we hardly used it. This year the flea beetles are eating all our little veggies and we can hardly keep up with them. Not even mentioning the little bunny that crept into the garden and ate our green beans and most of our cabbages. Sometimes I want to sit down and cry. But then I taste my first strawberries and see the blueberry bushes loaded with soon-to-be ripe berries and eat my first salad from the garden and I know it’s all worth it. We replanted the green beans and will have less cabbage this year, but hey there’s lots in the forest to forage to make up for the losses. And we’ll be enjoying the maple syrup we produced this spring all through the winter. Yum Yum.
Thanks so much, I learned so much from the permaculture workshop you co-led. The one lesson that still needs to be hammered into my head is the one about lying in the hammock. I just don’t get there.
Blessings,
Ruah
I also identify with what you are saying. You spread yourself too thin. It is good you have the Faeries to take care of your place while you’re gone. You have a purpose and it is to be a Prophetess and to do Magic and to have a big impact on people’s consciousness. You are a Teacher and it is ironic considering what they say about Teachers; that they can’t Do so they Teach. Not that you couldn’t Do if you had the time. So Teach the World so that Others can Do. Enjoy your home when you’re there but don’t sweat it. You’re good at what you do. Take Honor and let others take care of You. You are Our Mother. Charley
Star, I love the goats. Rhys (our Cardigan Corgi), would be VERY happy to have them come visit.
Alas, no livestock for him to herd, in Pittsburgh. Darn.
Yay, the blog!
What a wonderful message to receive on Father’s Day. Your writings have brought me out of the night tremors of the fatherland many a day. I so admire the way of your life, and how you have brought your truths to the page, then, have modeled how the feminine be-haves in the worlds, once she wakes up, and acts up. You are my champion as an authentic voice for change, even if it silenced Matthew Fox for a time, the message of this life as blessing, not curse, has kept me alive. Thank you for survival. It is still a challenge; your writings still help. I have bookmarked your blog. With admiration and regard for your well-being and continued good stead.
Good Morning Sweet Heart,
Welcome to the Bloggosphere! What exciting times are waiting just for you.
Mark and I are so grateful that we could toast your birthday together. We trust that your continued flight the next morning went well. I imagine Maine is quite lovely this time of year.
We are preparing for our family Midsommer feast this evening. I am baking a strawberry cream pie which we will be serving with a good champaign. The local strawberries are luscious this year despite the dry weather.
May we all dare to dwell in Beauty, Balance and Delight.
I was so happy to stumble on your blog! I look forward to reading your posts in the coming weeks and months.
Hi Starhawk! Is it possible to subscribe to your blog?
Ah Star, who will go a goatin’ with yer wee loovely goats while yer away?
Love it that you have a blog, and that you called it dirt worship. I look forward to reading. Miss you, xo.
Happy Solstice Starhawk!
Thanks for a great talk and spiral last night–the piece i am really taking home is to take those moments, be with the children, take some time in the wild…i have been driving myself quite hard this spring, but we drive ourselves into the ground quite literally! I am getting ready to go out and show my daughter my sweet sacred spot–it may end up being hers too, or she may find another, but we will go to the wild edge and enjoy ourselves! Thank you!
I am planning on coming for the whole day next sunday, I hope the EAT goes well for you this week…i was going to go to a Solstice celebration at my UU church today, but my surf girl friend called, and the ocean is my muse, so i was thinking of you all too at 7 am as i floated with the lovely sea algaes….peace to you and thank you again for your nourishing words last night!
Becka Gagne
I know i’m putting it out there to the world, but that is ok,
if you or anyone from the class wants to come and see a downeast permaculture site over the next few weeks, my number is 207-565-3679.
I understand about trying to get the chickens back in, LOL! Try rounding up pigs sometime in 95 degree weather with 78% humidity and the blessed boogers run through the woods and you’re chasing them barefoot through a briar path. Ah! Good times!!
Hope your trip goes well. Love ya!
Love you and love that you started this blog, Starhawk, and would love your tweets if they were tweeted. Your words always click hard for me even when about the mundane (if gardening and permaculture can be called mundane.)
I was happy to hear that Buck and Greg are staying with you. We love those guys and hope you give them our love.(mine plus Todd’s). Our neighbor just got Angoras so we will be spinning fiber soon thanks to Buck and Greg taking the time to show me at the permaculture skills share in Wolf Creek, Oregon last summer. Willow even spins the cat’s hair now.
Happy Solstice and thanks for all the good work.
Dana In Rogue River, OR
I’m very glad you are blogging for Dirt Worship 🙂
Keep it up, I love hearing about the ranch and all things related to nature worship.
Sending love from my urban home with a little worm bin,
Cypress
Welcome to the blogosphere. I got to your blog through a link that Larry Cornett posted on Facebook. I reviewed several of your books when I was editing a little newsletter called The Shaman Papers, which folded around the end of the past millennium. I have been blogging on Xanga for seven years.
I am so glad you have begun blogging, Starhawk. Not so much related to your blog, but I want to say that you figured prominently in my thoughts over the past week. I am a student in a Masters level counselor training program and a witch, and I took a summer intensive class last week on “Spirituality in Counseling,” in which I was able to share my personal journey of faith/spirituality development with my mostly Christian peers. I brought to the class my ragged, aged copy of Dreaming the Dark to place on the group altar and spoke nostalgically about the summer in high school (20 years ago) that I read your book, which changed my life forever. Thank you. I love having regular access to your most recent thoughts and writings. To this day you continue to inspire me.
Great work, as always. Keep the strenght up for the changes.
I am thrilled ! She writes she teaches she drums she tells wickedly funny jokes and now…. she blogs ! Welcome to the blogsphere, it’s the new center.
Welcome to the blogosphere – I am always delighted to read anything you write, so it is great to find this new source!
starhawk, thank you for sharing. I have followed you for years. My friend Beth, handed me one of your books one day,and my life was changed. Never underestimate the power if one’s words. Writing seems to be one of your gifts. Blog on!!!!
Dear Star,
Finally, a blog I can relate to! I’ll be checking in regularly.
Happy Solstice and summer travels. My neighbor, Gillian Brown will be at the Glastonbury Goddess Festival.
Blessing from Humboldt County
Dian
Starhawk, I’m so happy you sent out notice of your blog! I have most of your books, and follow your On Faith and AliveMind blogs regularly. Yours are the only blogs I save under my favourites. I don’t tweet, facebook or anything else for the reasons already mentioned – usually devolves into private conversations best left for private e-mails, not to mention the viruses and scams running rampant through these and other social networking sites. Also a great place for attention-seekers and anonymous posters to make disrespectful comments that they would never have the guts to say to your face.
But I look forward with great relish to checking out your blog. Everything you write and the way you live is a huge inspiration to me in my earth path. I hope to meet you someday whenever you speak again at UVic here in beautiful Victoria, BC (Canada). I regret I cannot afford to attend your workshop at Hollyhock Resort on Cortes Island.
Brightest of blessings!
Jung Mee
Hi Starhawk!
It is great to see you blogging! I was at a couple of rituals with you back in the 80’s, when I lived in California. I have read everything you have written that I can get my hands on. This is great – plesae write more whenever you get a chance!
Bright Blessings,
Arianrhod
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Starhawk, your blog is a good idea. Much amused by your parody of typical twittering about lost baggage. (I have no idea how to twitter or facebook or myspace, I can do e-mail only because Teri makes the computers work.) The internet may not survive the long descent (as Greer calls it) from the Industrial Age of Peak Oil to a new Agrarian Age over the next century or two, but in the meantime it is a wonderful means of sharing information and teaching the skills throughout the world that our grandchildren and their grandchildren will need preserved for the best elements of our culture to be maintained. On another topic, in the meantime, perhaps there ought to be a manual of techniques for maintaining a food forest with irregular & sporadic human attention. There must be many tricks to automating watering in some manner. Of course mulching reduces the need.
Here at Eclectia, except for large established trees, everything needs fences to keep deer out and gopher wire underneath. I find that having board or rock hideouts for lizards protects my little bug-eating friends. I have a problem just going away for a week or so (in terms of tending the plants,) it must be really hard for you, since it sounds like you’re away more than not.
Hope to see you again at next Pantheacon.
– Bob Orser
I have always enjoyed reading the writings of Starhawk particularly “Spiral Dance” and “Sex, Magic and Politics”. I often refer to Merlin Stone’s book “When God was a Woman”. Other readings I have found relevent include early Egyptian texts on Isis and Osiris.
blog on sister!
oh hooray! Star, I’m thrilled that you are blogging! Though my time spent with the Pagan Cluster was relatively brief (2004 & 2005) it left with me an indelible mark and I miss it terribly. Your words have always been such an inspiration so to have another source of them to turn to is a joyful revelation.
Since moving back to Alaska I’ve taken up spinning so I look forward to more postings about the goats especially!
Blessed Be!
Cool!
How soon will you update your blog? I’m interested in reading some more information on this issue.
Pretty Boy looks so cute!
Frances…
I’m really looking for information on tuscan garden to share with my readers….