When I remember . . .

When I remember . . . 

I remember the land
I remember the wind
I remember the wisdom
I remember knowing

Knowing the land
Knowing the weather
Knowing the rooted ones
Knowing the seasons
Knowing the dreaming

I remember knowing the rhythms
The rhythms of life
The rhythms of Earth
The rhythms of the stars
The rhythms of the animals
The rhythms of my people

I remember all having its place
In the grand scheme
Its own step in the grand dance
Its own strand to spin in the grand web

~Barbara Brown

Beltane Blessings

This May Day we celebrate the ancient Celtic Earth Festival of Beltane, the cross-quarter day midway between Spring Equinox and Summer Solstice, on our journey ‘round the Sun.

It’s a time of burgeoning, blossoming life bursting forth with unstoppable enthusiasm.

A time of firsts, with life awakening from Winter’s slumber, everyday new beauty being born.


The first fresh-faced flowers to grace the forest floor are the Yellow Woodland Violets —such a joy to behold!


Soon followed by the flamboyant Swamp Lanterns shining down in the creek bottom.


The little creek itself newly freshening with snow-melt from up in the alpine, tumbles merrily down the mountainside with new-found exuberance.

Robins return with their cheerful “Cheer-up, cheerios”.

The woodland air fills with the aroma of Balm of Gilead, wafting it’s warm healing scent from each tip of the new Cottonwood sprigs.


Wild Strawberry and Saskatoon blooms open on warming sunny hillsides, promising sweet treats to come.

The first Bumble-Bee is soon heard busily buzzing the new flowers,


and the first little blue Butterfly flutters by.

Breezes touch skin with a new-found gentleness.


The whole world greens before our eyes as fresh new leaves burst from every branch,


Ferns unfurl their wondrous fiddlehead spirals,


and even the Evergreens now begin to awaken and send out bright baby needles.

Everywhere to behold is reverence for life, and all life is revelling in the joy of it.

Let us take our cues from Nature.

Let’s fully feel this joy, this love of life, take it deep in, soothing and refreshing and energizing our own beings —and then let’s send it out in waves of love to those whose hearts are closed and hardened, sending healing joyful love out into this hurting world.

Blessed be

An Enchanted Winter Wonderland Wander in the Woods

March is coming in like a Lamb here. Perhaps an early Spring? Myself I am still hoping though for a bit more Winter! It wasn’t until the very end of January that Winter finally arrived here in the Slocan Valley, SE British Columbia, and it only lasted for a couple of weeks! I was so very thankful for it! It was heaven wandering through the wonder:

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Ahhh . . . The silence. The stillness. The pure white cold Winter Wonder I’ve been longing for.

❄️I managed to step through some portal today in the woods—I found myself lost for a time, in my oh-so familiar forest, as I wandered, loving being lost in the wonderland.
Frosty faerie folk afoot today most definitely.

  

❄️And, as if the day didn’t hold enough magic already, I came upon a Yew I have never come upon before in all my years wandering here! A large, older, many-stemmed Yew. An Elder of this forest.
I was honoured to meet him and marvelled that we had never met before.

❄️I found my way home just as dusk began to descend into darkness.

Bless this day 🤍

Into the Redwoods

Into the Redwoods 

At the beginning of October, my life-long desire to see and spend time with the iconic Redwood trees was at last fulfilled. And they did not disappoint. I’ve been trying to find the words to describe my experience of them ever since. Unsuccessfully. They are beyond words. Photos don’t come near doing them justice either. But I feel compelled to make a ‘feeble attempt at it’ (as my father would say).

These breathtaking Redwood beings. How they exude peace and power. Rugged wild & gentle wisdom—and they’ll pass it to us if we will receive. Generous beings. Stalwart. Resolute. Straight & True. Beyond Confident. Unerring in their mission to connect Earth & Sky.

These are the words that come to me—these same words describe my feelings for all trees, but somehow they were magnified and thrust so strongly to the forefront of my awareness whilst among the Redwoods.

Curious how these trees felt masculine to me. They emanated the best beauty of the masculine—masculinity at it’s highest most glorious manifestation. Our Western Red Cedars, the dominant trees in our forests here at home in the Inland Temperate Rainforest and in our Coastal Rainforests, have always felt feminine to me—Mother Cedar; but it was magnificent maleness that the Redwoods emanated. Stalwart and resolute (these are the two words that resonate strongest with me). Builders. Protectors. The highest embodiment of Warrior energy. Yet the Peace felt among them was profound. Here we are again with the dichotomy felt in all forests—how they can both enliven and settle us, rejuvenate and relax us, excite and calm us, simultaneously.  

Remarkable how my long-standing tiredness vanished while among the Redwood trees. On each of the three days that I got to spend time in their company, after about half an hour I felt my weariness magically melt away, replaced with a feeling of well-being reaching down into my bones and up lifting my spirits aloft. 

As I entered the forest of Jedediah Smith Redwoods State Park, and first encountered thousand-year-old individuals, I burst into tears. It was the only appropriate response. I went and sat at the foot of one who called me over, and I sobbed; overcome by the beauty and the wonder of him. I sat in awe, in reverence, in gratitude that I could be so honoured. 

I’ve learnt that long ago the Redwoods covered much of the entire surface of the Earth, hundreds of millions of years ago, and have been slowly retreating over the millennia. Now they are reduced to three species in three small forested areas: the Coast Redwoods of southern Oregon and Northern California, that I was lucky enough to get to see; the Giant Sequoias on the western slopes of California’s Sierra Nevada, that I hope yet to visit someday; and a small forest of Dawn Redwoods in Hubei province, China.  

Primeval. The vast history feels tangible when you walk amongst these ancient beings. It overwhelms. It transports you back in time. A Tyrannosaur peering ‘round one of those massive trunks on the path ahead, up to his knees in the Western Sword Ferns that dominate the forest floor, would not seem out of place. 

Magnificent. Primeval. Exuding peace and power. Rugged & wild, Gentle & wise. Generous. Resolute, Stalwart, Straight & True. Beyond Confident. Unerring in their mission to connect Earth & Sky. These are the best words I can come up with—but they don’t come close to doing justice to these wonders of our world.   

 

A Perfect Plein Air Day:

It was a perfect day spent in August with artist friends out plein air drawing & painting in the awe-inspiring old growth forest at Kokanee Creek. Deep cool shade, majestic trees, good friends and fun with a little ‘scribble drawing’ — a perfect day.

These are Western Red Cedars, the oldest around 800 years old. Spending time at the feet of these colossals, soaking up their wisdom, taking in the healing emanations coming from them — restorative to body, mind and spirit.


And, we shared the path for a little way with a young Pine Marten! The prettiest little fellow you could ever hope to see. (The photo here is from Adam Skalzub Photography; I wasn’t fast enough to get one)

Forests of Norway and Scotland

Late this winter I was so lucky to take a dream of a trip to Norway and Scotland, including visits to several beautiful forests.

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Trees and trolls, in a gorgeous forest up at the top of Fløyen Mountain above Bergen, Norway, February 28, 2023

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A Hurtigruten Cruise up the Norwegian coast, way beyond even the Arctic Circle!

Bergen to Kirkenes, Norway, Early March 2023

 

 

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Then on to Scotland!

A woodland walk up Kinnoull Hill, Perth, Scotland.

Beautiful lichens in a mature forest of Beech, Pine, Oak… many species I don’t know; and a spectacular view, as far as the Cairngorms, from the top.

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Still in Perth, Scotland, we visited the Scone Palace grounds where there is an amazing ‘Pinetum‘— gorgeous old trees in a plantation established in the early 1800s by the botanist David Douglas — who our Douglas Fir is named for! At 13 years old he began travelling around the world, from his home here in Perth Scotland, collecting seeds of notable conifers from around the world, which he brought back to Perth, establishing this plantation of international exotic trees.

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Then on to Edinburgh, and a side trip to Roslin.

Such a storied place, even especially personal stories from my own ancestors, as my great-great grandmother, on whose birthday I was born, left this place in the early 1800s to emigrate to Canada. A poem of hers has come down to us, in which she speaks of her sorrow at leaving Roslin Glen, the beautiful woodland valley of the river Esk, that she so loved. I have spent many hours walking the forested paths here, communing with the Oaks & Beeches, Yews, Hazel, Ivy and others I don’t know the name of …and soaking up the magic and mystery of the chapel—Rosslyn Chapel of Dan Brown’s ‘DaVinci Code’ fame.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Red-Tailed Hawk

It occurred to me a little while ago that it had been quite a long while since I had been gifted with the finding of a feather in the forest (except of course the ubiquitous Wild Turkey feathers which are everywhere! and are quite wonderful in their own right but so common here as to not be a notable find).

So I asked, the over-lighting intelligences that be, if I might be sent one of these missives of flight and freedom from the soaring heights.

Well…

first Raven, and oh my! two glorious primary wing feathers to add to my collection of shining blackness; then Flicker, so vibrant and beautiful, orange and black; next Robin, such a friendly kinda down-home soft grey message. And then…a crowning glory: Red-Tailed Hawk tail feather!! and I thrill with the excitement of rare magic called forth to me.

All we have to do is ask.

He is to be seen here, every once in a long while, riding the lofty streams, far-sighted noble master of the skies; but never before has he engaged me with this intimate offering of himself. And then as I sit here in the forest writing this I hear him!!! high above me, his iconic clarion call from some unseen height. What a gift he is and I am so grateful for him.

I am uplifted.

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Hawks are known to be messengers from the ancestors, guiding visions of spiritual connection and high aspirations.

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~Barbara Brown, from upcoming Volume II, SYLVAN REFLECTIONS: Wanderings, Paintings & Ponderings From the Forest
The Lap of Mother Cedar

The Lap of Mother Cedar

THE LAP OF MOTHER CEDAR

Come sit a spell

under a big old Mother Cedar tree

In the gentle warmth of sunlight dappled through graceful boughs,

caressed by cool breezes;

tell her your troubles, your worries, and your dreams.

Snuggle in, as a child sitting on the lap of your Mother,

and listen to her stories.

This place, the base of the tree, where she stands, rooted, for the whole of her long life.

Where tall trunk disappears into nether world below, with its interwoven endless connections of wood and mycelium, intermingling fungi that span the globe.

This place, where the first miracle happens, where seed and soil first meet and bond giving rise to the majesty of the great Mother Tree.

This place, where the singular beauty of the cedar boles rise rooted; where the soft strong curves of graceful fluted columns connect Earth and Sky.

This place, designed perfection for you

to sit grounded, sheltered, supported; in her welcoming embrace.

In motherly fashion she tends to you, with clean air and healing

attentions;

even as she nurtures and nourishes the vast network of the forest surrounding her.

Come sit a spell.

You will never receive wiser counsel.

You won’t ever find a better listener.

Mother Cedar

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This painting is a miniature oil on canvas, 5″ x 5″, of a Western Red Cedar growing on unceded Sinixt land in the Slocan Valley, British Columbia, Canada.

These trees grow to 130 feet tall and 1,000 years old. First Nations used the bark to weave baskets, bedding, and clothing; the wood to make buildings, canoes and utensils; and the oil for sweet-smelling and antiseptic elixirs.

The square embedded in the painting speaks to the tree’s solidity, stability and protective qualities —masculine attributes within her motherly nature.

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~Barbara Brown, from upcoming Volume II, SYLVAN REFLECTIONS: Wanderings, Paintings & Ponderings From the Forest

 

‘Under the Cedars‘,  5″ x 5″, oil on canvas, miniature original painting is available for purchase on my Etsy Shop

Imagining Cougar

Imagining Cougar

A Meditation:

Calling Spirit Animal to Come

I imagine I sit in stillness in the forest in the night,

my back to a sheltering tree,

senses alive in the darkness.

Fear is up within me, excitement,

…and courage arises as I call for it.

In this black night alive with anticipation

I invite what/who-ever wants to join me

…and Cougar comes

The small hairs on the back of my neck stand up in greeting,

my animal nature meets her,

with all senses heightened, I have never felt so alive.

Cougar sits down just behind my left shoulder,

joins me in the darkness.

My fear subsides

…and I know her companionship.

I ask how best can I know

the lessons, the wisdom, the beauty

of the forest…

She begins her teaching to me of the wild…

Cougar embodies these questions

–her mystery, her wild instinctive knowing,

her self-possession, her grace

–and oh my her beauty!

She is magnificent, a perfection of relaxed power.

Instincts so fine.

Senses so attuned.

Body supple and strong.

Fur soft, blended tawny to umber, gold to buff, groomed sleek.

She sits back on her haunches, self-contained, regal.

Tail circled ’round her oh-so-long and lean,

resting but ever-alert, dark tip lifting and inquisitively swaying

with the subtlest of movements.

And then there are those eyes…

hooded, fathomless pools of deep brown luminous mystery.

Looking out from her sovereign soul.

Old and patient.

She waits for me

On SURRENDER

On SURRENDER:

In my daily walks through the forest I do a fair bit of communing with trees,
and lately what they’ve been wanting to tell me about is surrender.

Imagine . . .
From seed planted, randomly falling, miraculously germinating;
brand new roots searching . . . trusting;
the most tender of green shoots reaching . . . trusting.

Imagine what it feels like to be a tree
~ to surrender to rootedness,
with endless patience reach for the sky,
lean into the light.
Gather up all sustenance offered by soil and sun, air and rain.
Offer up all your givings-back, there for the taking,
from air cleaned, through food and medicine given, to shelters built and warmed.

We can learn a lot about ‘surrender’ and ‘trust’ from trees.
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I’ve taken to going barefoot on my forest walks this summer,
it’s a big help in coping with the extreme heat we’ve been having here,
and it’s a wonderful lesson in surrender
~ with every footfall I’m learning to trust that I won’t be hurt,
to trust that all my reflexes will engage as needed;
and in doing so I’m learning to accept the benefits the forest floor offers to me
~ a new level of connection,
a new exchange of physical sensations,
a new depth to my feeling of belonging.

~ yet more layers, never-ending, on the spiral that is the learning of surrender.

– Barbara Brown

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Follow along with me here, in your imagination.

Follow along with me here, in your imagination

We can feel spiritual blissfulness through experiencing beauty.  Beauty can move us so deeply in nature, in the forest ~ through our senses; it is with this body that we’ve been given, with its great capacities to feel, that we experience the beauty that surrounds us.  This is an amazing gift of life ~ the joy of beauty experienced through our physical bodies.

In the forest, when we stop our minds and place our awareness in our physical senses, all our stresses and troubles and busynesses fall away; we come into the here and now, become present in the moment and are filled with awe at the beauty of nature, of life, of wild and free, that surrounds us.  We connect with our creative source, our own true nature.  This connection to the beauty that we experience and the wonder that we feel, is the tonic, the medicine, that can heal us.

Follow along with me here, in your imagination:

Imagine yourself in the forest.  Envelope yourself with its healing green.  Smell the pine, the soil, the clean fresh air.  Hear the wind rustling in the aspens, the ‘cheerios’ of the robins.  Feel the breezes on your skin, the earth beneath you, supporting you.

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See the sunlight shining through those leaves ~ take it in.  Sink your awareness into the microscopic world of mosses and tiny creatures at your feet ~ take it in.  Gaze up and travel out through the treetops into the blue infinite ~ take it in.  These are gifts of the forest in its beauty.  Feel the rush of awe and wonder that floods your being ~ and soothes you.  Let yourself be transported ~ nothing is wrong anymore ~ be at peace and in joy.

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As an artist, it’s the experiencing of beauty that inspires me to paint ~ to try to capture and share the images that I see that open me up so wide.

Experiencing Beauty in the Forest

What places a little vine growing in the forest can take me!

What’s been impressing itself upon me, calling me to ponder upon it recently, is the experience of  beauty in the forest ~ what it feels like, what it means.

Come into the forest with me . . .
Look at that little vine (Sweet-scented Bedstraw), in its spiralling embrace of the big old cedar; does it know what a perfectly pretty-as-a-picture vision it’s creating?

VineIt seems to me that we must all of us beings ~ plants, animals, humans, mountains, galaxies . . .  all of us that form matter in this vast creation ~ we must all be hard-wired to resonate with each other, our senses all in harmony to recognize beauty in each other.  We’re all made from the same stuff ~ stardust! from the big bang.  We’re all one.

My goodness, what places a little vine growing in the forest can take me!

 

Give-Over

After a difficult week of sorrow, leave-taking, confusion of feelings, relief, drama and frustration:

This afternoon, as I stopped for a while in the forest, in an attempt to settle myself:

I laid myself down and curled up for a nap, wanting to sink my troubles down and out of me into Mother Earth through the thick mossyness at the feet of a friend, a sympathetic young yew tree I wrapped myself around and snuggled up against seeking oblivion.

However, the forest had other plans for me.

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I was conspired against:

~ squirrel, not six feet away, needing desperately to proclaim my presence as far and wide as he could;

~ raven, whooshing wings round and round through the tree tops above me, responding to my earlier attempts at conversation (mimicking him with no idea of what I was saying);

~ a second raven, back-and-forthing with some unknown melodic caller (perhaps owl?);

~ then a jay, a gorgeous shiny Stellar unable to contain his rambunctious exuberance.

Oh well.

All I could do was give-over, and laugh, and welcome in the comfort and regeneration I had been seeking with the nap.

 

 

Beauty and Sadness

and the inextricable connection between them

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When we witness beauty, profound beauty, it near to breaks our hearts.

A beautiful piece of music makes us cry.

Beautiful actions, expressions of love between beings also bring us to tears.

We feel we can hardly bear the poignancy of such beauty.

The emotion that we feel in its presence is sadness ~

a deep and graceful, even joyous, sadness.

We can’t feel those deep joys without feeling sadness ~

they are inextricably connected.

And what about sadness?

Is there beauty in sadness, just as there is sadness in beauty?

When the sadness is pure,

not mixed with fear and not the result of any wrong-doing;

then I believe it is somehow a beautiful feeling,

one to be embraced and leaned into.

When we do embrace it, we come upon the same grace we find in beauty.

There will always be a life lesson there to find, which brings us to profound joy.

The joy of being alive.

Beautiful life ~ so beautiful that it hurts.

The One Song

The universe, the ‘uni’ ‘verse’, the ‘one’ ‘song’,

singing itself into existence, into beingness,

and into beauty, endlessly, forever;

singing us, and all that is, into being.

The music the heavens dance to.

The dance of the cosmos.