祝你中秋節快樂！

家人們好！

 

祝大家中秋節快樂！

 

上禮拜， 我們去Ohio州採草藥。 我們露營了一個禮拜在當地農夫Paul Strauss的湖邊。Paul 的農場叫Equinox Botanicals. 他特產珍惜和瀕危物種。 Paul也做 傳統Appalachian山（美國東部的老山脈） 的草藥， 和他自己創作的藥膏和藥酒。 Paul 的農場周圍都是森林。 他把邊緣的森林都買下來了， 來保護森林。 這兒就變成一個蠻有名的植物和森林保護地區， 叫做United Plants Savers Sanctuary. Paul 二十幾歲時， 就搬過來了。 他剛好碰到當地又有耐心又聰明的長輩來培訓他， 教他當地農業特殊技術。 他就留在這兒一輩子， 耕田， 培養特別的草藥， 做藥， 教課， 等。 他讓我感到也想要買一塊自己的地， 把它變成美麗的小天堂！

 

中秋夜晚，

滿月照亮著田的。

夏天的草高高綠綠的。

紅紅橘橘的秋葉

已經開始燃燒黑暗的綠森林。

現在是蘋果季節，

收穫季節。

秋天到了。

冬天要來了。

松鼠在森林中滿地跑，

收藏寶貴的果食。

我們也在急急忙忙的收藏

食物， 藥草，

還有最珍貴的知識和智慧。

冬天一來， 今年的藥草課程就要結束了。

然後呢？

我還在決定。

我在考錄學按摩（六個月）或是去研究所學心理學（三年）。

或是。。。？

什麼都可能。

 

一隻貓頭鷹

不管白天晚上

他都會在森林裡唱歌。

別的貓頭鷹，

聽了他的歌聲，

也開始唱歌。

 

我的小木屋很冷。

我的牆壁不算是真的牆壁。

都是洞。

今晚， 坐在木屋旁邊吃湯麵，

陪老師聊天。

我看著太陽下山，

欣賞對面綠油油的山坡

被日弱的太陽

照著閃閃發亮。

我真幸運能住在這麼美麗的森林當中，

看她從四月的冰天雪地

轉變成春天的嫩芽， 鮮花

再轉變到夏天到處都是植物

現在最後的轉變，要 回到冬天的平靜， 一片空白。

我愛上這個地方了。

我感覺像我每到一個地方， 我就愛上那個地方和那裡的人。

在這兒， 我最愛的地點是我老師的家， 因為大部分的時間都在他那兒。 又平靜又美麗， 又有各式各樣的植物。 現在我寫信時， 我正在坐在老師的櫻花樹底下。 旁邊都是蘋果樹。 現在是蘋果季節。 沒幾分鐘， 聽到“噗通！”一聲， 又掉了一顆甜蜜的蘋果。 現在也聽到風聲， 鳥叫， 和小蟲聲。 現在， 太陽和月亮改變了它們天空中的地點了。昨晚， 我睡著以前， 月亮剛好照亮我的床頭。早上， 現在太陽也剛好照亮我的床頭， 把我的小木屋充滿它們的亮光， 不管白天晚上。 好美哦！ 我特別喜歡清晨早上從樹林中看到對面的山， 欣賞太陽從山後慢慢的爬起來。

 

祝你好好享受秋天的收穫， 準備好冰冷的冬天！

敬， 基玲

 

（照片： （1） passiflora incarnate 花（幫想太多的人放鬆）（2）我和老師同學在Ohio州， Equinox Botanicals 農場 (3) 壓出來的藥酒， 和前面的藥草(hypericum perforatum) (幫助常常難過的人放鬆和開心，也幫助治療意外之後的恐懼) 

New Moon: yuan fen, rivers, moon, bodies, dances, recipes

"Yuan fen" (緣分) is one of my favorite words in Chinese. It translates (somewhat) as serendipity, synchronicity, or affinity. It's that magical invisible red thread of connection that binds me to you before we were even conceived, that line that ties my umbilical cord of past, present, and future destiny to the places, people, plants, and all else that composes my life.

 

"Heaven determined my Fate, but I choose my Destiny," said one of my first teachers. "It's all a choice," laughs Jeremy. We'd decided not to brave the cold river with our bare toes, walking upstream on the slippery rocks toward the place where the river turns, where we can't see anymore. Those unexplored places can wait.

 

On the edge of the waterfall, Dave and I decided to walk across that river, rushing and tumbling down towards the bottom of Ithaca Falls. Walking against the current, he quickly slips and slides his way across to the opposite bank, skiing across the slippery stone with arms akimbo. I slowly move across, thinking of the slow Tai Chi practitioners weaving their arms and legs with intention and chi through the invisible air currents, with grace and precision, bodies relaxed yet strong. We move across the river in completely different ways, one slow yet steady and calculated, the other quick yet a little messy. Both successful. Metaphors?

 

My new intention is to write an English blog post with each new moon, and a Chinese blog/ letter with each full moon. Dear reader, I hope you enjoy. And please, always, give me feedback. Thank you.

 

"What's the difference between the full moon and new moon?" asked my sister. This is for you, Ah Mei. During the new moon, we don't see any moon at all. It's completely a new beginning. These are the darkest nights, when the stars are brightest, a fitting time to plant bright intentions for the coming moon. From here, the moon waxes or grows day by day, and our seeded intentions sprout and grow, until the moon is absolutely full again. The full moon, pregnant with gifts, and bright with light, is a great time to give thanks for all that we are grateful for, and go on moonlit hikes, have celebrations with friends, and more. From here, the moon wanes or shrinks night by night, back into the darkness of the new moon.

 

In the olden days, when we lived outdoors and our bodies were connected with the rhythms of the moon, women would often bleed in sync with the moon. We would bleed with the new moon, and feel the exultant heat of ovulation with the full moon.

 

I am feeling grateful for my sisters. We started a weekly dance project, where we come together to share songs, visions, and exploratory dances. We just began, and already, I feel my heart aching and breaking wide open, and filling with love and gratitude.

 

"Let's experiment," I said to Dave, practicing yoga outside of my cabin as the sun dispelled the mist over the fields, through the trees, "I've never tried this before, but have always wanted to." And thus was born Yoga Exchange, where one person leads an asana/ movement, and then the next person leads the next asana… and on and on like so. It births many new asana sequences that just might get traditional yogis rolling in their graves, but got me inspired with fresh ideas and full delight.

 

"Core, move from your core," said Larry. And I remember Teacher Wu at NTNU, showing us how to move from our two places of core power: our Heart, and our Dan Tian (solar plexus). "And move as if you have eyes in your palms, and on the bottoms of your feet," added Teacher Wu. He taught us how to fly, how to use our weight like a pendulum, dancing with gravity like a lover. I'm practicing leg lifts, boat pose (navasana), bridge pose (setu bandhasana), and posting regularly again, to cultivate core strength. Simple asanas like mountain pose (tadasana) and down dog (adho mukha svanasana) reveal my imbalances and tendencies: a slight pelvic tilt (minor lordosis), and leg muscles that angle in different directions. "Posting" is a basic practice that I learned from Mauro (who learned it from Rinpoche) at an underground Tibetan Buddhist sanctuary where we nourished our chi and cultivated our innate ability to be amazing human beings. Posting: feet are wide apart and slightly bent in horse stance (the wider the stance and the deeper the bended knees, the more difficult the pose), arms are rounded in front of you, hands slightly cupped and open in front of your heart. Relax into this pose… you'll be here for a while. Stay here from 15 to 30 minutes everyday. With deep breaths, enjoy the burning, shaking, sweating, and grounding sensations.

 

Ecstatic dance. Basically the music plays, and you surrender to it in ecstasy. Dance. And thus began a month of big red giant (fast burning star) dances with a stranger turned adventure companion.

 

Contact improv. I give you my weight. We share it. You give me yours. I take it and translate it into something else. We roll across each other, flipping and spiraling across the floor. You pull me up from the floor, translating my weight back down into the earth. I fly upward, in response, laughing in surprise at the momentum and sheer freedom of weight, released, returning back to the ground in a sideways tilted angle, surprised yet delighted to catch another person on the way down with my spine. I surrender my spine to their shoulder, contouring my curves against their body as we all coalesce together, jellyfish-like, interweaving across the studio space, expanding outward and contracting back in again like a giant communal breathing apparatus, or a swirling supernova, until an explosion occurs, and off we go dancing back into pairs and trios again, at times slow and earthy, other times airborne and explosive.

 

I'll leave you with some autumnal recipes that I've been experimenting with.

 

Fire cider (from Cali)

Chop finely and then infuse into raw apple cider vinegar: onion, garlic, horseradish, ginger, cayenne/ other fresh peppers. Optional: turmeric, burdock, osha, usnea, sage, etc. Let infuse for 2 months. Take as a heating tonic/ immune stimulant during the cold winter months.

 

Sauerkraut (from Abbe)

1.       Chop/ grate cabbage finely into a large bowl.

2.       Massage salt into the cabbage, adding 1 T salt at a time. Add 2 T of salt per head of cabbage. This will release the cabbage juices. Keep massaging it to break down the cell walls, until there seems to be enough liquid released to cover all the solids.

3.       You can add anything… onions, garlic, turmeric, various wild roots, etc.

4.       Stuff it all into a clean glass jar. Submerge it under its' own juices, with a stone or glass jar to push down the plant matter below the juices. (Some people add water if there's not enough liquid, but I was taught to massage it enough for its own juices to do the job- tastes better like this)

5.       Cover with cloth, and let sit for a week.

6.       Enjoy!

 

Honey infusions (from Lucy)

1.       Fill glass jar with fresh plant material of your choice. Thus far this season, I have made honey infusions (each separate) with rose, bee balm, tulsi, and mint.

2.       Fill over the plant material with honey.

3.       Use chopstick to press out all the air bubbles.

4.       Let sit for as long as you wish. You can start indulging on your honey infusion within 2 weeks.

5.       Enjoy the deliciousness.

 

"Might as well make the medicine delicious," said Meredith. "I like my medicine strong," said Cali. "Let my lessons be gentle yet powerful," said Efan and I, as we prayed to each other and the Sky, Universe, and all that was listening, watching heart-shaped clouds rolling through the sky, with our bellies empty, preparing for Vision Quest. 

summer's end

Summer’s end. Life is but a dream. 

Reflections: relations. 

I know you. I know these hands, these eyes. 

I see you. 

We have seen each other through years, months, days. 

Love partners have come and gone, and we keep saying hello and goodbye to each other

And each fresh landscape that we pass through, make love with, 

Make Home 

Pass on 

Hello and goodbye 

Forever and anon 

The falling leaves 

That decay into winter whiteness 

Composting through death

Into the blossoming spring 

Ecstatic summer 

And now, 

Celebratory autumn harvests 

My cabin smells like mold and wetness 

Perpetual rain here in the northeast

I think of California and the desert southwest 

And I crave the dry air, big sky, and towering mountains 

There is a place called Home 

And it lies within 

But I want to create something 

Solid 

I light candles with you

And we read our fortunes 

Giggling over beautiful tarot images

Asking profound yet profane questions about our love lives 

To ancient spirits spiraling through our fingers and tongues 

As we surrender ourselves 

To the unknown yet known 

It all lies within

And we know the answers already 

Even as we choose the cards

With questions lodged deep in our minds 

We know

Already, we know 

The cards confirm our knowing 

And we smile and nod 

Sipping tea and looking into each others’ eyes across the firelight

Sitting on the piney blanket on the floor of my cabin 

Surrounded by all the beauty that I have created in this small ramshackle cabin 

Cleared of mouse poop and old mold 

This Home of a year 

I enjoy this laughter

The unchained freedom of old friendship and unconditional understanding

Borne of years of knowing each other

Though mostly apart

Yet together

I can tease you, 

Knowing all your shadowy and light bits 

Like the interplay of sunlight filtering through forest leaves 

You are mysterious, complex, beautiful, complete

We hike fast, eyes in wide angle vision to catch every snowy rocky gorgeous nuance of the alpine landscape surrounding us 

Summiting the highest mountain of my childhood 

The mountain I stared at everyday of my childhood 

As far back as I can remember

Watching the snow shifting on the mountain peak 

And now, climbing it 

You who know me 

We laugh at each other 

Practicing yoga in the most beautiful places

Bowing before the old pine next to my cabin 

Bowing before each other

Bowing to the swampy majesty of a summer’s worth of weeds gone wild 

All the bugs singing their final summer love songs to the blue sky 

As it turns grey with rainclouds 

Thunder rolls 

And I jump on the trampoline in the darkness of the night

Watching the flashing lightning 

And laughing as 

Raindrops hit my face 

And I know 

I know that 

This life is but a dream 

Life is too quick to waste time 

Every step I take is meaningful

As meaningful and delightful as I can make it 

I am sculpting my future as beautifully as I can 

While manifesting my dreams

With each conscious step 

Each leap on the trampoline 

Each bow before every trembling grass blade and lightning bolt 

As all the mossy knolls we barefoot boogie upon 

Is simultaneously crushed by our weight

As we disperse their seedy spores

Back into the glowing soil

Of infinite

Possibility 

Looking into your eyes

Your gnarled old hands holding mine

I cry 

I don’t want you to see my tears

To know my fear 

My sadness at parting ways 

Not knowing when I will return again 

Life could end for you soon 

You are old 

Life could end for me soon 

I am young, but life is unpredictable 

Our eyes are interlocked 

Our lives, intertwined 

I cry 

Tears of joy, sadness, 

Gratitude 

I watch you as you walk away 

And you watch me as well 

Our eyes catch one final time 

See you in dream time 

In dreams, you are the wise one

You are the elder

You are the trickster 

The lover 

The adventurer 

You who come in many forms 

You mirror my Self 

I wake, embracing the memory of your Being in my Dream 

Then realizing I am just embracing 

My Self 

I step out the door

Surrendering my senses to sweet summery flower perfumes 

I stand, stunned

I have watched this landscape 

From death to life, 

And now slowly transitioning back to death once more 

At the height of abundance, 

Fruit falling from trees, 

Goldenrod taller than me, 

This is summer’s end 

And death is around the corner 

Compass pointing north

Self reflected in the Sky

Where 

Am I going next? 

I feel 

Heartbeat rhymatics 

Slow dancing 

Waltzing with wind 

Bare feet gripping forest floor leaves

Swooping down into low balances 

Body arcing with tree limbs

Arms following eyes 

As I follow the treeline

The dancing squirrel 

As he darts about, gathering nuts 

Wave-like spine, undulating 

We pull and twist each other 

Laughing as I fall, rolling back to standing

Leaping and diving through the air 

You surprise me 

Tossing me out just far enough 

That I loop back 

Like a planet within the sun’s orbit

Our hips bump into each other 

Bone against bone, 

Muscles contracting and releasing 

Music carrying energies higher and further

I close my eyes and can see the lines of connection, lines of motion, lines of music 

The same line that the squirrel invisibly darts through the forest 

The same invisible line that connects us across the ocean and through the center of the world 

Taiwan, India, USA… 

All these little intersecting lines 

I open my arms, 

Billow out my chest, 

Release my heart,

Surrender my feet,

Raise my head, 

Extend my spine, 

Look up,

Eyes wide open,

And smile at the Sky, 

Feet firmly grounded into Earth, 

Tadasana 

Mountain pose

And, 

I bow 

Down