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Goddess in Bowie’s Blackstar

Goddess in Bowie’s Blackstar,  by RM Allen,  2016,  NHgoddess.com

The sudden news of Bowie’s death made me grateful for the many contributions of the chameleon Bowie that have been woven into the fabric of society since the 1970’s. He was a Brit, but he did not arrive with the British Invasion. He came from the stars. He was our “star-man” and he blew our minds. He put out fire with gasoline. He put on his red shoes and danced the blues.

They called him androgynous back then, a pioneer in living on what we now call the “non-binary spectrum.” Similarly, his forty years of music cannot be categorized, it also lives on a non-binary spectrum.

As a person, he was very well read and spoken and as a result his lyrics were always intellectually provocative. He was a humanitarian and a creative visionary. (He was an Aquarius with a moon in Leo.) As an artist, he was a rebellious game changer and he changed that game many times. He was so ahead of his time that we still can’t even keep up. To wit: now he gives us Blackstar, a modern masterpiece on death, which has some folks very confused regarding the lyrics and imagery.

From a goddess perspective it is clear: it is the ritual and process of the star-man dying and going home. There are two deaths going on here; the icon and the human.  The music video shows the final minutes of the David Jones’ dying process; his clothes no longer fit, his body/temple/house is in decay, he lives solely in his attic/mind only accompanied by quivering death throes.

Far away his giant candle is all but burned out. Kali, the goddess of death and rebirth sends one of her avatars for David Bowie, star-man, whose body lies under an eclipsed orb. Same orb painted on his forehead back in his glam-rock days. The glittery glam-rock skull is brought as relic, to the temple on the hill in the villa of (w)omen. The women gather in sacred circle and perform ceremony as the skeleton rises to the cosmos.

Meanwhile, David Jones holds the Blackstar book of his life, given to him at birth, up to the heavens as signal that he has filled all the pages it is now time to return. (He does not know why he got issued the special Blackstar book, but he can tell you how he wrote in it.)  A light from above finally lands on the book, then his face. He is relieved to see that his signal has been received, his prayer answered. He is ready. Back in the attic, for the final time he recites the list of what he is and is not. He is only a fallen angel who spoke the truth to the world. A young girl passes by the door, she will be the new Blackstar. David’s rock, what he clings to now, (as does any dying person) are the eyes of the person closest to him. The beloved eyes at the bedside (his wife).

In the villa, the goddess and attendants get to work and create a devouring chaos reeking of cancerous tumors, which approaches three gyrating Jesus-like scarecrows in a dusky field. Body and spirit tussle in the elemental chaos. The relic skull is finally placed/seated on the back of a woman (this is how the Angolan Queen Nzinga found herself a seat when none was offered to her by a patriarchal society that sought to make her inferior). In the attic, David Jones crumples and falls to the ground.

Farewell David, society owes you a debt of gratitude for your tremendous musical and humanitarian contributions. Your black-star shone very brightly while you were here, opening our eyes to new things. Western society tends to focus on youth and shut death out, but you looked compassionately at death and gifted us with Blackstar. Thank you for this gift of art and death and love. Namaste

This is my humble interpretation. Watch it, and see what you see. The music is a new style called Jazz-Fusion or Jazztronic. The lyrics are as follows.

“Blackstar” David Bowie, 2015

In the villa of Ormen, in the villa of Ormen

Stands a solitary candle, ah-ah, ah-ah

In the centre of it all, in the centre of it all

Your eyes

On the day of execution, on the day of execution

Only women kneel and smile, ah-ah, ah-ah

At the centre of it all, at the centre of it all

Your eyes, your eyes

Ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah

In the villa of Ormen, in the villa of Ormen

Stands a solitary candle, ah-ah, ah-ah

In the centre of it all, in the centre of it all

Your eyes

Ah-ah-ah

Something happened on the day he died

Spirit rose a metre and stepped aside

Somebody else took his place, and bravely cried

(I’m a blackstar, I’m a blackstar)

How many times does an angel fall?

How many people lie instead of talking tall?

He trod on sacred ground, he cried loud into the crowd

(I’m a blackstar, I’m a blackstar, I’m not a gangster)

I can’t answer why (I’m a blackstar)

Just go with me (I’m not a filmstar)

I’m-a take you home (I’m a blackstar)

Take your passport and shoes (I’m not a popstar)

And your sedatives, boo (I’m a blackstar)

You’re a flash in the pan (I’m not a marvel star)

I’m the great I am (I’m a blackstar)

I’m a blackstar, way up, oh honey, I’ve got game

I see right so white, so open-heart it’s pain

I want eagles in my daydreams, diamonds in my eyes

(I’m a blackstar, I’m a blackstar)

Something happened on the day he died

Spirit rose a metre and stepped aside

Somebody else took his place, and bravely cried

(I’m a blackstar, I’m a star star, I’m a blackstar)

I can’t answer why (I’m not a gangster)

But I can tell you how (I’m not a flam star)

We were born upside-down (I’m a star star)

Born the wrong way ‘round (I’m not a white star)

(I’m a blackstar, I’m not a gangster

I’m a blackstar, I’m a blackstar

I’m not a pornstar, I’m not a wandering star

I’m a blackstar, I’m a blackstar)

In the villa of Ormen stands a solitary candle

Ah-ah, ah-ah

At the centre of it all, your eyes

On the day of execution, only women kneel and smile

Ah-ah, ah-ah

At the centre of it all, your eyes, your eyes

Ah-ah-ah

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A Goddess in the Rainforest

A Green Goddess in the Rainforest

by RM Allen, author of the NH Goddess Chronicles series, 2015

Costa Rican waterfall jump
I jumped into this Costa Rican rainforest waterfall from the ledge…my braids are flying in mid-air!!

If you are a very green-minded person like me then perhaps you have spent some time thinking about the lungs of our planet, the rainforest. Recently I had an opportunity to visit Costa Rica and see the rainforest up close. It teems with life, which sometimes gets so close that you get the heebie-geebies! Is that giant grasshopper/frog/iguana real… or a statue? Yikes – it just moved.

Some family members were going to spend the summer there and invited us to visit. What luck! We had a fantastic time checking out the local flora and fauna and swimming in the 85 degree Pacific Ocean waters. 85!!!! I never considered that ocean water could be so warm. Those huge warm waves crashed over me again and again and thawed my chilly New Hampshire bones.

Costa Rica borders Panama and is only the size of New Hampshire and Vermont combined, but amazingly accounts for 5% of the ecological diversity on the planet!  Interestingly, they have no military (abolished in 1949) but over 20% of their land is protected via national parks and protected areas. They have 26 national parks which are grouped by habitat; like cloud forest, dry forest, rainforest, and let’s not forget the volcanoes! We stayed on the fringe of the rainforest, on the outskirts of a tiny beach town located on the Nicoya Peninsula. Montezuma is a hippy and surfer paradise if there ever was one. It took us four hours to drive our rental SUV there from the airport, the last hour being on bumpy dirt roads. Thank goddess for the GPS.

Now you may be thinking – if she thinks she is so dang green then why is she burning so much fossil fuel on a vacation? Well yes, that is a quandary. But in the end this is why after all my conservation efforts at home, this fossil splurge works: I fly to places on vacations that increase my global understanding and compassion and then try to translate that vibe into some positive action upon my return. Also, tourist dollars spent on an eco-vacation support the conservation efforts of that country and rewards their citizens for doing the right thing. It is working for Costa Rica. It is not a poverty-stricken, unsafe country – their economy is based not only on eco-tourism but also on technology and agriculture (great coffee!). They enjoy one of the highest happiness indexes of any Latin country which seems to be reflected in their common greeting, response, and general attitude: “Pura Vida” -which translates loosely to Pure Life. Isn’t that great!? I salute Costa Ricans for role-modeling sustainable, simple, happy and healthy lifestyles. Namaste.

Two goddesses “striking a pose” in front of the yoga room at Ylang Ylang Beach Resort.

The best place to get your goddess groove on is at Ylang Ylang Beach & Yoga Resort, which is reasonably priced, safe, very clean and includes two meals per day. The yoga classes I took always included a little something special for the mind like Kundalini Breath of Fire, guided meditation Shavasana, or crystal bowl sound meditations. The yoga room is under a huge tiki roof and is practically on the beach; during class you focus on waves crashing on black lava rocks and white sands, while the warm breeze blows all around you and tickles the palm trees too. There is no road to get to the resort, you have to walk ten minutes up the beach from the center of town. This is the real “off the beaten path” place. The English- speaking concierge was very informative and helpful. The food was fantastic. The massage rooms are up in the jungle and mischievous white-faced capuchin monkeys were having a jolly old time throwing papaya pits at the roof during the end of my massage. Browse www.ylangylangbeachresort.com and you will be transported. I can’t think of the right word to describe this place….oh wait, yes I can….orgasmagical!

One bit of oddity – even though the beaches are remote and spectacular, surprisingly they are not pristine. The amount of plastic bits at the tidal line is dismaying. I am pretty sure it is not the fault of the Costa Ricans, who live a very simple lifestyle. I read there is an annual national beach cleanup day but it seems more could be done. It would be wonderful if more receptacles were onsite so tourists would help clean the beach while they are sitting there for hours under a palm tree. If I had known I would have put a box of Hefty trash bags in my suitcase.

Listen my friends, having been to Costa Rica once this is how I would do it again (in a more green and relaxed manner). Get Costa Rican money at my local bank, have international cell phone plan, skip very expensive rental SUV and take private transfer van directly to Ylang Ylang, stay in “glamping”-style accommodations, take yoga twice a day, meditate, read, swim, clean the beach, do some short eco-tours (which leave from center of town), and hardly ever wear shoes.

Sitting upon a lava rock at dusk with my feet in the warm Pacific waters of Costa Rica, 2015 Namaste!
Namaste! Sitting upon a lava rock with my feet in the warm Pacific waters of Costa Rica, 2015.

Earth Day 2015: Bag Free, That’s How a Goddess Rolls

RM Allen, Author of New Hampshire Goddess Chronicles series

 

What a winter, even by New England standards! Relief melts into me, like Chapstick on dry and burning lips, now that the spring equinox has finally arrived. Yay! And that means that now the fun of April’s Earth Day is just around the corner!

So this Earth Day let’s talk about the filmy plastic bag that is everywhere like so many toilet paper shreds on the floor in a public restroom stall. What is a goddess who loves Mother Earth to do about this? Imagine Mother Earth comes out of the ladies room with toilet paper stuck to her strappy sandals. Awkward. Do you say something? Of course you do! Just like you can say “no thanks” to the drug store cashier who drops your single tube of toothpaste purchase into the bottom of a too-big-bag. Instead, you put the lonely toothpaste in your purse or pocket after you pay for it. (Tip: Clean out some junk from your purse and use the extra space to tote small goods from the cash register to your home.)  REDUCE: Bag-free, that’s how a goddess rolls….

So say despite your best efforts you still have filmy bags lurking about your house, flitting and flying everywhere like the spooks in the Haunted Mansion. You forgot your cloth bags (dang!) and you lug home a week’s worth of groceries – which could fit in five bags but the baggers loosely packed them into about fifty. The static of fifty freshly unpacked bags on a kitchen floor creates a virtual haunting. Cats love it! Grab one of those ghouls and stuff the other forty-nine inside and bring the whole gaggle over to your neighborhood non-profit pantry or thrift shop to get a second and third chance at a useful life. (Tip: A plastic bag has a life span of hundreds of years, try to see that it is used many times before it goes to its final resting place in the landfill.) REUSE: Bags for non-profits, that’s how a goddess rolls….

Did you know….

search you tube for videos on how to make them!
Plastic bag flowers, a new and pretty use for bags.
  • You can drive your car one mile on the energy it costs to make fourteen plastic bags from petroleum? What a waste of a fossil fuel.
  • Recycling plants do not accept plastic bags: the $4K to recycle 1 ton of bags is not cost-effective (and they clog the machinery and have to be frequently cut off the jammed tires/gears). EPA states only 5% of bags get recycled. Recycling is basically a non-option.
  • Plastic bags do not decompose for hundreds of years. All oceans now have trash gyres. Sunlight causes plastic to break into ever-smaller bits and get in digestive tracts of land and sea animals, which humans may then eat. That is food for thought! Watch the movie “Bag It” for details.
  • Plastic bags were introduced in US by Mobil Oil in 1976. Banned in: Nantucket 1990, San Francisco 2007, California 2015. US ban totals: 132 cities and towns in 18 States. Pending legislation in many more. Banned in many places in EU/UK. The writing is on the wall.

So this Earth Day and beyond, I propose that all goddess-types shine a light on filmy one-time use plastic bags.

RETHINK: Tell the cashier/bagger… “Bag-free, that’s how I roll.”

A Goddess Goes to the “Common Ground” Fair

Orgasmagical Note: Sept COMMON GROUND Fair edition

 

SIMPLY: Green, Artsy, & Spiritual fun

 September 2013: COMMON GROUND Fair Edition

Happy Autumn Equinox my goddess sisters!

Green: Any Goddess within 200 miles of Unity, Maine must attend the annual MOGFA.org  “Common Ground” Fair in September at the equinox featuring: Herb Tent, Political Action Tent, Solar Zone, Livestock Zone, Farmer’s Market Zone, Fiber Zone, and way more! Here is the map/website http://www.mofga.org/TheFair/Areas/tabid/105/Default.aspx. So packed with crowds on Saturday, try going on a Friday instead in 2014.

Artsy: Most beautiful fruit at the fair was the Moon and Stars Watermelon. Van Gogh would be thrilled! Pictured here.http://parkseed.com/moon-stars-watermelon-seeds/p/05481-PK-P1/  I am going to try to grow some next summer.

Spiritual: September 22 begins our descent into the darker, more restful days when you can get a lot of spiritual reading done by the warming fires. After we finish up the harvest that is!! Yesterday I cleared off the tomato plants, and took many green ones too. I got a whole red wagon full!  Summer ends, the harvest begins to be pickled and canned, and extras  given away. Zeus and I went to a great Fermentation/ Kraut workshop at the fair by kraut guru Sandor Ellix Katz. Here is his wildly popular website and  book. http://www.wildfermentation.com/

wagon donation to food pantry 2013

CAPTION: Wagon load of extra veggies donated to food pantry!

Keep on growing, goddesses!! 

RM Allen, author of NH Goddess Chronicles series

 

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How to get the books! $14.95 at Amazon.com New Hampshire Goddess Chronicles: Light Your Torch (vol.1)or New Hampshire Goddess Chronicles: Scorpion in the Desert (vol. 2), Water Street Books in Exeter, Circles of Wisdom in Andover, (to write a check email info@nhgoddess.com)…..  or only $2.99 on Kindle (vol.1) or(vol. 2)

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Green Goddess recommends “The Island President”

The Island President, a new movie about the Maldive islands off the coast of India, is a movie that you don’t want to miss this summer. The otherworldly blue-green scenery is so fantastic it made me want to weep with joy. Heaven is located on the Maldives, I am pretty sure.  However, this island nation is “sinking” due to climate change/sea level rise. Why does that matter to us way over here? Because Manhattan, and our very own Plum Island, are on a similar plane. In fact, the Newburyport MA library will be hosting a series of discussions this June about the sinking of Plum Island, and what to do.

What to do? The sea IS going to rise, the land will erode, in the case of the Maldives, their entire nation will be lost.

What to do? The polar caps ARE melting, the polar bears are drowning, the low-laying islands are going under, and several homes on Plum Island have already dropped into the sea  -with more to go.

What to do??

Right now- here is what to do: Watch this movie and you will see them speak of a number, and that number is 350.

Learn what 350 is from Maldives President Anni Nasheed; then think about what 350 means to you. (I will give you a hint: it means more local food, less meat, more walking, less driving, more recycling, less purchasing,…. more reverence for Mother Earth, less for Wall Street.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bf3hTDdKR9s

This film is showing at the Screening Room in Newburyport June 1-7, and then at the Portsmouth Music Hall on Wednesday, June 20 with a post-film discussion.  http://theislandpresident.com/

2012: The Accidental Goddess

It is 2012. I do not claim to adhere to any one particular religion. I attend a Universalist-Unitarian church, and the UU tradition accepts all of the religions listed above (and more) into their fold. The only doctrine of the church is Love. It is that simple, and I am into simple. If you were to try to pin me down on what my religious beliefs are, it is rather misty but I would tell you that it is the same as any creature of this earth, like a cat, or otter.  

How so, you ask?

What is the spirituality of the mysterious cat, or the playful otter? Consider the cat. There is no separation of self and religion in a cat, the cat is its religion. The cat is an authentic, translucent manifestation of cat-being. The cat knows things we don’t, like when a storm is coming. The cat stares at things in the room we cannot see. The cat revels in the full moon, and sprawls in the patch of sunlight. The cat lives in rhythm with Earth energies, without angst. The cat lives a sustainable lifestyle. It is my pleasure to take lessons from the cat; I try my best to have no separation between self and religion. I try to be an authentic, translucent manifestation of human-being. I make an effort to revel in the full moon, and live sustainably.

 And since my brain is larger than a cat, and is endowed with the egoic capacity to reason and contemplate, I understand a concept that a “spark of energy” lives within me. (Hmmm, perhaps the fact that I can perceive this spark as separate assures me that I still live dualistically, when I am actually striving to live in Oneness. Get it? Drat.)  This spark I can perceive is commonly called Spirit or God. And since I am a woman, I call the God-ness within me, Goddess. That is how I arrive at Goddess. A long and winding journey, thru full moons and farmers markets. An accidental goddess.

 

(working excerpt from New Hampshire Goddess Chronicle, vol 2: A Scorpion in the Desert)

Goddess in the Community Garden

By RM Allen, author of New Hampshire Goddess Chronicles, Oct. 2011

 

Eating local, fresh food is the first step on many people’s
green journey. Once you begin a real relationship with your food, it naturally
leads you to start to think about how to live a healthier, greener, and then
sooner or later – a simpler lifestyle. This green journey may be easily had for
some of us, but for those below the poverty line it may be tougher. There is a
church in Exeter, NH., that planted a five-raised bed community garden this
spring, with the point of giving 100% of the harvest for free at the small food
dry and canned goods pantry it operates. What luck for the pantry patrons! And
what a harvest it was of salad type veggies that could be eaten raw. But truth
be told, most of the patrons did not quite know what to make of the fresh
veggies and herbs at first. An educational process had to take place:  a casual basket-side conversation about what the veggie was, how to serve or cook it, and how it was good for their health.

By the end of the summer, the patrons were fresh veggie and
herbs fans and they couldn’t get enough. It is early fall now, and the garden
was put to bed last week. Looking back over the season, it has been heartwarming
for me, a simple girl who calls herself the “green goddess of New Hampshire”,
to see everyone pull together on this green project to give freely to those in
need. I smiled on a weekly basis.  See the picture below of the newly constructed and planted beds this past spring in the church backyard.

 

community garden

Community gardens are popping up all over! YAY! I recently
went to Highlands, New Jersey, which is at the base of the bridge into Sandy
Hook beach. There I found another goddess hosting a community garden.  If you read my book, The New Hampshire Goddess Chronicles, vol.1, you will see
similarities between the character Eileen, and this glorious goddess Maureen W.
in the video. Wink!
Maureen’s project is not about feeding the poor, but about bringing diverse
peoples together to engender a sense of community, grow fresh food, and to
revive a connection to Mother Earth. I had my fancy new smart phone with me, so
I interviewed her live last Labor Day weekend (after being at the beach all day
– a bit frazzled – but hey, I LOVE the summer so you will have to deal with how
I look, and the loud background noise of ocean breezes, tee hee). Watch the
video here on my Youtube channel as I walk around her 30 plot garden, and ask
her how, and why, she did it.

Watch the video now:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=joIeN2pyXko&feature=channel_video_title

Is there a community garden in your neighborhood? If so, chances
are it is run by a goddess. If not, why don’t you figure out how to get one
going? Be the local Community-Garden Goddess!

Build it, and they will come. The goddesses, I mean.

Goddess is s state of mind. You know it baby!

You found your tribe…..read about us in my book, available at www.nhgoddess.com

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If a Tree Falls in the Forest, Does a Goddess Hear It?

By RM Allen www.nhgoddess.com

Green Goddess Greetings!

I was recently walking in the woods around my favorite trail. I came upon something dismaying to me. How book-shaka-lucky for me that I had my fancy new smartphone with me so I could take a video. Visit my new YouTube channel to see what I saw, by clicking the link below.

Let’s sit for a while on this old, broken log together and ponder: Trees, metaphors for life…?.

http://www.youtube.com/user/NHgoddessDotCom?feature=mhsn

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New “NH Goddess Chronicles” YOUTUBE channel

Hello folks!

I just got a new fancy phone with a fancy camera on it, woo-hoo! My first video is a tour of my porch garden.

I am an advocate of fresh food, and encourage everyone to grow thier own if possible. Say you can’t? Well, I live in a condo, you aren’t really even allowed to walk on the grounds. But I can grow food in pots on my porch. This is my third summer of porch gardens, and I am getting the hang of it. If I can grow killer tomatoes, so can you!

Here I take you on a tour of the very same porch I wrote about in my book “The New Hampshire Goddess Chronicles”. ~ RM Allen

http://www.youtube.com/user/NHgoddessDotCom?feature=mhee

The Joy of Nettles (so what if they sting)

The Joy of Nettles (so what if they sting)

by RM Allen June 2011

I used to be scared of nettles. They hid in the tall grass and bit my ankles when I was a child, like a monster under the bed. Now I am in love with nettles. Especially the sting. I seek it out. I linger with it like a fine wine.

In early June I went to herbalist Rosemary Gladstar’s Sage Mountain Center for a class on identifying wild plants, and then cooking them in the kitchen. My official term for this is foraging. How I love to forage! I drove all the way to Vermont for this class to hone my foraging skills. Of course it rained… but that was ok because it kept the black flies away. Did you think foraging was easy? It is more like a booby-trapped game of hide-and-seek; one has to be up for the challenge, with all the necessary gear and knowledge.

Rosemary is a sweet, small woman with long dark hair, and is known as the “godmother of American herbalism”. This rainy afternoon she was imparting her knowledge to a group of 25 of us aspiring herbalist or foragers, who had journeyed from all around the New England region. She stood in a yellow plastic rain poncho, bright yellow rain boots with a rooster print, and a delightful crayola purple felted cap that came to a jaunty point at the top of her head. This pixie hat then trailed down in several strands from the point, past her slim shoulders, where they ended in colorful pom-poms. She looked for all the world like a woodland sprite as she flitted through the mountain woods at the edge of her yard with glee, informing us (such a wet, grey, and bedraggled group) of the names and stories of a great many of my weedy friends.

I have weedy friends already because this is not my first time around the block on what is called a weed-walk. I have been on guided walks with my local herbalist Rebecca Ross of NH, Wild Foods I have Known…and Eaten author Russ Cohen of MA, and famed American herbalist Susun Weed of Woodstock,NY. Each time my knowledge grows. On this particular walk I really wanted to see Rosemary’s nettle patch. And lo, what joy -it was a beauty! A circular patch, about the size of my living room, flowed from the edge of her driveway, and down the hill off into the woods. I immediately walked over, bent down, and thrust my wrist into it. I was on a mission to get stung, and get stung good. Why?

Because the sting of the nettle (it feels like a small bee sting) causes a rush and a flush of blood. Blood rushing to an area cleans it out and supplies it with fresh nutrients. The stung area will rise into a small welt, itch for a while, buzz for hours, and still be a little sore in the morning. Which is all good, because you know it is working. It helps swollen joints, and my wrist tends to be sore from too much mousing on the computer at work. I managed to get about a half dozen welts, and I could feel the blood rushing in. Yay! Mission accomplished.

Thus stung, we moved into the kitchen for the cooking class, and guess what? Nettle was the food of the day. Are you surprised at this? Why would one want to eat a food that stings? Are foragers crazy thrill seekers? No. (Well maybe a little.)What happens is that the stinging goes away in the cooking. The nettle has a line of very fine and soft hairs under the leaves and along the stem. It is not the hair that stings, it is the acid droplets on the hair.

cooking nettles
John, RM Allen, and Rosemary Gladstar in her teaching kitchen!

Rosemary stood in a teaching kitchen that reminded me of Julia Child’s set up, and assisted by her apprentice John, brought out a huge basket of nettle tips. She dumped them into a blender and made nettle pesto (she called it Nesto) the same exact way one would make basil pesto. I really was afraid that since it wasn’t technically cooked I would get stung in my mouth, or at the very least feel a slight numbness, but I did not. The taste was out of this world! She also cooked up: a thick stew of nettle, onion, garlic and potato; a nettle, cheese, buckwheat and wild herb casserole; wild herbs and ginger spring rolls; dandelion and rice seaweed wraps; and also chopped up all sorts of weeds and tossed them into a giant bowl of traditional salad greens. We feasted!

Nettles are one of the best things you can ingest. They are loaded with vitamins, minerals, and amino acids – and exceptionally rich calcium and vitamin A. Ancient Roman records show that nettle was the most widely cultivated crop in the empire. It is still a cultivated crop in many parts of the world. Not only is it a powerhouse food, but the durable stalks can be used to weave ropes or clothing. Indeed, you can eat your food and wear it too! The soft tips are the yummy part, and those can usually only be had in early spring. Otherwise, you can get dried nettles and make a strong tea to reap the benefits all year round. Or you can chop fresh nettles in season, add a little water, and keep them in the freezer.

As it is early spring and prime nettle time, I foraged around back home here in NH to try to find some growing in the wild. And I did! Only three plants, not sure it rates official “patch” status, but I know where they are and I will keep them safe. Joyfully, I will occasionally pay a visit to my hairy friends, and get a wrist flogging. Let me know if you need a flogging too, and we will oblige. Isn’t that what friends are for?

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