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  • Monday, April 30, 2018 9:16 PM | Wise Woman (Administrator)

    There blossomed also by the mill streams, white may, and on the near grey rocks a sweet variety of wild lavender. With these flowers came the nightingales. Not a mere one or two birds as in most parts of Europe, but a multitude, so that one seemed to sing in every bush. Oh the wild piping of them! by day and by night, though on the Sierra Nevada they sang mostly by day, for the nights stayed cold that May month. Concerning the nightingales the peasants again spoke beautifully: 'The ruisenors have pearls and corals in their throats.'

    The sun of the day had become very hot by May, and the flies bred rapidly. Those swarming flies! The curse of Lanjaron; carriers of disease including the dread typhus fever. The flies are few around Granada, but all upon Lanjaron they swarmed and even reached up into the high sierra above the town and far around to plague the people there on the remote farms. Many persons who came to drink the waters of the medicinal springs went away because of the flies. If the typhus fever had not kept me in Lanjaron I believe that I too would have fled from that insect plague.

    The abundance of those flies is difficult to describe: I have only met with a near likeness around the town of Houmpt Souk on the island of Djerba, where they bred in thousands upon the open cesspits. In Lanjaron there were also most unsanitary conditions away from the clean part of the town where were the hotels for the visitors to the mineral springs: for that part was very clean and cool and well-kept. For the rest, the children piled their excreta in the back streets and then the sierra animals which came nightly into the town further fed the flies.

    I well recall two unpleasant things of the mountain town. The square opposite the inn where I first lived and where I used to see the unsanitary and miserable life of the very poor: such as the children shut out in the streets by drunken parents, and women picking from one another's heads the lice and the nits which seemingly teemed there. The other was a huge sow kept in the basement of a house in conditions of indescribable dirt, so that the entire house smelt of the pig. The animal itself was memorable for the black coat that it wore over-all-a cloak of flies! so that except for snout and tail there was scarcely a centimetre of its grey-white body to be seen.

    In the main street of the town the flies lay on roadway and pavement like black treacle, and likewise they gathered upon the walls of the houses and shops. The wares in the shops were invariably speckled black with fly excreta, fruit to crockery, lengths of dress material to bread, all habitually bore the dirt imprints of the flies. It is difficult to wash fruit clean of such contamination without spoiling and losing most of the flavour. Therefore whenever possible I bought my fruit direct from the sierra farms, or asked the shop-keepers to sell me fruit only from the lower areas of the boxes and baskets, in which parts the flies had not had entry. It was impossible to open one's doors or windows by day; only late into the night until soon after dawn dare one do so.

    To defy this rule of Lanjaron was to ensure the entry of a black hissing fly swarm into one's house, soiling everything, falling into water-jugs and milk, and at night-time descending upon the beds to crawl over the faces of the sleepers. They had the same fly habits as those of Arab lands, they liked to be upon the human body. Favourite places were the corners of the eyes and mouths of children from which they sucked moisture and at the same time left bacteria of disease. It was very general in Lanjaron to see babies' faces speckled with fly excreta.

    The people nearly all possessed fly-swishes, which the gypsies made and sold: a stout cane on to the top of which was wired a head of coloured paper streamers. With this weapon one swished the flies out of one's home and back into the streets, and also away from one's‚ body. But the fly swishing was not so easy so far as the house rooms were concerned. Through the opened door one beat out the black hordes, but a large percentage of the enemy went into hiding!

    As soon as the door was closed, out of their hiding places, beneath beds and in wall niches, they came, and danced in triumph before one's angry eyes! What happened with those flies in the water-mill during the three weeks of typhus fever when I was half-insane and entirely unable to defend my room and my children against the hordes, I shall never know. There were vast swarms of flies habitually around the mill. The fruit trees were blamed, the water, the flour in the mill, but in truth the dirt of the place was much responsible. The mill family never seemed to notice the flies at all. They would sit placidly eating their meals, their faces, hands and clothes black-plastered with flies; also equally plastered was the food that they ate!

  • Friday, April 27, 2018 2:17 PM | Wise Woman (Administrator)
    The Wonder of New Growth
    by Anne-Marie Fryer Wiboltt

    Spring is arriving with its warmer southern winds. April showers bring May flowers and already the fields are decked in a light green carpet. The first plants in the garden peek out of the grounds. I see chickweed, chives, and other herbs returning from their winter sleep. It is soon time to gather nettle shoots, dandelion greens, and violet leaves for a salad. This abundance of green growth is awe-inspiring. Even in the grocery store we find a bounty of salad mixes and different kind of fresh local lettuces.

    Let us sit down with a young dandelion plant or simply hold a head of lettuce in the hands as we place ourselves in a mood of wonder and awe of what we behold. This might be difficult at first. One way to connect with the feeling of wonder is to create a poem of the impressions of the head of lettuce or have a kind of “conversation” with the head of lettuce. Observe it in details and at the same time keep a peripheral vision. Open all your senses and notice what they tell you. How does the head of lettuce feel in your hands? Is it cold or warm? Is it heavy or light? Is it symmetric? Does it have a delicate smell or taste? What does it sound like when you break off a leaf? What are you experiencing holding this head of lettuce?

    Become aware that when looking at this head of lettuce with all senses open in wonder, awe and astonishment, a feeling of reverence surges through you. A reverence that is new and fresh and completely unexpected. If we can stay with this feeling, we will begin to experience and even 'see' something of the wisdom within and around the head of lettuce. We will clearly experience that some life forces allowed this beautiful head of lettuce to appear and motivated it into being. Where do these life forces come from? If we leave the lettuce on the counter over night, the life forces clearly have withdrawn, where do they go? They are there in the living growth of the new plants -that we can experience with intimate immediacy.

    It is a great gift to the world when we begin to observe and directly feelingly experience the creative life forces and the interweaving of these forces in all creations. Once we experience the world in this new way, we enliven a true imagination that is beyond intellectual understanding. Then a genuine feeling for the invisible wisdom in nature arises in us and the experience becomes a real spiritual sensing. Our souls begin at once to be transformed and so does this invisible world of creative life forces which we are united with.

    Delicious Consommé with Snap Peas and Chives

    This clear soup is deliciously light and beautiful when served in decorative ceramic bowls. Instead of snap peas use small quartered onions, wild onions or scallions.

    1 quart soup stock
    1 cup snap peas, cut diagonal or left whole
    1/2 - 1 tablespoon of sea salt
    Black pepper to taste
    2 tablespoons chives, minced
    4 dandelion flowers for garnish

    Strain the stock and bring to a boil. If the stock is very strong, add water so the soup will be flavorful, but not overpowering.

    Add snap peas and let simmer for 1-2 minutes.

    Season with salt and pepper, then let the soup simmer for another minute.

    Serve immediately in individual bowls and garnish with chives and dandelion flowers.

    Anne-Marie Fryer Wiboltt is a Waldorf class and kindergarten teacher, biodynamic farmer, author and nutritional counselor. She has taught nutritional cooking and counseled for 25 years in her homeland Denmark, Europe and the United States.

    She trained as a macrobiotic cooking teacher and counselor and studied the principles of oriental medicine and the research of Dr. Weston A. Price before embracing the anthroposophical approach to nutrition, food and cooking.

    This Four week course will explore some of the many benefits of fermented and cultured foods, and why it is important to include them regularly with every meal. You will be guided through the steps of making sauerkraut, kimchi, pickled vegetables, kefir, soft cheese, and yogurt, as well as get a chance to discover new fermented drinks such as kvass, wines, and beers. I will aim at answering personal questions around your culturing and fermenting experiences.

    Intuitively we know that cultured and fermented foods are real health foods. Naturally fermented and cultured foods are an exceptional way to prepare different ingredients and some of the most important side dishes and condiments in our diet. They are often overlooked or not mentioned when we describe what we had for dinner, and yet they are pivotal in creating a well-balanced, nutritious meal.

    They add a bounty of nourishing, life-promoting substances and life forces, almost miraculous curative properties, and a wealth of colors, flavors, and shapes. They increase the appetite, stimulate the digestion, and make any simple meal festive and satisfying. The course will be highly practical with many hands-on activities.


    In this Four week course you will learn about the nutritional needs of your growing child and receive delicious, seasonal, wholesome nutritious menus and recipes on affordable budget so as to encourage children to eat and live healthy.

    During this course we will explore the nutritious needs for your growing child.

    We will discover how rhythm, simplicity and nourishing activities support a healthy child development. You will find new ways to encourage your child to develop a taste for natural, wholesome foods as well as receive and create delicious, seasonal nutritious menus and recipes that stay within the limits of your budget.

    Cooking for the Love of the World:
    Awakening our Spirituality through Cooking

    by Anne-Marie Fryer Wiboltt

    A heart-centered, warmth-filled guide to the nurturing art of cooking. 200 pages, softbound

  • Tuesday, April 24, 2018 11:14 AM | Wise Woman (Administrator)

    Spanish Mountain Life, part 3

    by Juliette de Bairacli-Levy

    We also took walks on the mountain every morning, despite the cold of that unnatural Andalusian spring. The breath of the sierra wind was icy; snow and hail came in it often enough. It was colder than anything that I had known elsewhere in Europe, including the French Alps in February, or even during mid-winter on the sea-coast beyond Istanbul in Turkey.

    The Sierra Nevada peasants said: 'This wind enters the heart of the bones', and they would wrap their woollen cloaks tighter around their lean bodies. But Raflk and I had no woollen clothes, for I had expected to find the hot Andalusian sun which I had known in the spring in Granada two years ago. We shivered in our thin clothes and were thankful when the evening brazier of olive-wood charcoal was lit in our room in the inn and we could warm away the cold of the day.

    I could not forgo our walks despite the snow and rain. For all the terraced slopes of the fertile lower areas of the sierra were in blossom. Fruit trees of every kind seemed as multitudinous as the sierra animals, and the blossom lay lovely upon them, of all colours of white and pink, from the ivory of pear flowers to the darker rose hue of quince and almond. Green-white was the most fragrant blossom of orange and lemon trees. Trees in blossom, seen against a turquoise sky when the rains cleared, are a fair thing, and later the carmine of pomegranate flowers against the blue was the loveliest of all.

    I knew some sadness when all the snow melted on the sierra heights around Lanjaron, for the eternal snow of the Sierra Nevada was on higher ranges, out of walking or mule-riding distance of the molino Gongoras. But with the melting of the snow came the wild purple irises, tall as Rafik, beautiful banners of them along the borders of the streams and waving upon the wet parts of the foothills. Their scent was a delight and I gathered armfuls of them for my room in the water-mill. They flowered at Eastertime, the Semana Santa of Spain, and the peasants told me that they represented the pain of Christ; certainly the purple iris was much used in the church processions of that holy week.

    Later, the peasants also said that the white Madonna lily- the azucena, so celebrated in songs and dances of Spain represented the happiness of Christ, his triumph over death, and that the white lilies would blossom when the irises had died away. And that was so. So soon as the irises had withered on the mountain, the madonna lilies flowered thick along the border of the upper mill stream of the molino Gongoras, and like the white of swans were reflected in the sunlit waters of the stream. They too then had their turn in the church processions, especially the June celebration of Corpus Christi.

  • Tuesday, April 17, 2018 10:16 AM | Wise Woman (Administrator)


    Part Two

    by Juliette de Bairacli-Levy


    All alongside the many streams of the mountain there was also a flowering; more hyacinths, and then mostly tiny things, such as the scented violet, chickweed, red and yellow pimpernel, white clover, and in the water itself much watercress which Rafik and I gathered for our midday meals.

    The winding roads of the mountain, later to become ankle-deep in white dust, were bordered by fleshy-leaved, grey-hued aloes and cacti.

    The passing of the goat flock in front of my window was being repeated by others throughout Lanjaron; everywhere house doors were being opened to pass out animals of all sorts, hungry for the feed of the mountain. The animals were attended by men and youths, frequently gypsies, either on foot or mounted on their donkeys, mules or horses, the latter very often colourfully decorated with harness and saddle trappings, the saddles being embroidered with bright wools and hung with fringes- which are also a deterrent to flies- of crimson and saffron wools, almost always only those two colours.

    The music of that Sierra Nevada procession of animals! Collar and harness bells pealed, hooves beat wild on the modern concreted road, the herd dogs barked, and men shouted instructions to their mounts. 'Burr-O!' for their donkeys, 'gall-arr' for their mules, and 'hack-ah' the horses. The herding cry for the goats was always 'she-bah, she-bah!' Otherwise the men are very silent; but away by the streams of the three water-mills and the narrow river Husagre, the women sang as they washed their household linen and clothes-and they gossiped much, also, one about the other. Washing work on the mountains was very easy.

    Washing machines and soap powders were not needed. Exposure to the fierce sun bleached out all stains, and likewise dried out all moisture in quick time. Housework too, was very easy. A sweep-out with an old-fashioned broom, then a wipe-over of furniture, with paper to remove dust, then a cloth moistened first with vinegar to erase marks, then polished with a little olive oil, made fragrant by having steeped in it, again in the hot sun, mountain flowers from lavender and thyme to scented broom blossom.

    The singing heard on the Sierra Nevada is typical Anda-luz. The sweet and sad throbbing chant of flamenco, which resembles Moorish song, was doubtless influenced by the long occupation by the Moors of the Andalusian area of Spain facing Morocco.

    The women and girls also go forth from the houses to the sierra; they to the nearer places to cut fodder for the immediate needs of those animals which have not gone to the sierra to graze, and to gather also herbs for their cooking, especially fennel and sorrel, sweet mint, a sweet watercress, water-celery and a form of wild onion of much abundance. Watercress is not very popular with them, and they scorn chickweed and nettles, all of which Rafik and I ate in a daily salad, especially the water-celery. That going to and from the mountain of the people and animals was the heart of the life of that part of the Sierra Nevada. Every evening I took my child to meet the procession of the animals; for he loved the beasts of all kinds as much as I loved them, and that was very much indeed.

    My greatest affinity was for the herbivorous creatures, especially sheep, goats, cows, horses, camels, and the wild deer. On the sierra roads I met with an abundance of all except the camel and deer, although that latter animal also lives in some remoter parts of the mountain. How good it was to be close to so many animals and all of them in fine health, excepting perhaps some of the cows which suffered from mastitis, due mostly, I believe, to irregular milking and being walked long distances when their udders were un-naturally heavy with milk. Rafik and I liked to see the great herds, and have the sweet herbage scent of them, and touch their strong bodies with our hands. The goats especially came to know us, and would greet us in their high vibrant voices and nuzzle against us.

        to be continued...

  • Thursday, April 12, 2018 6:31 PM | Wise Woman (Administrator)
    New Moon in Aries Meditation
    by Kathy Crabbe

    As we enter this most auspicious time of the year (in the Northern hemisphere) for beginnings - Spring and the first New Moon of the Year (in Aries) I'd love to share with you a short and vibrant New Moon Meditation I channeled just for you along with a Lefty Oracle card.

    Aries New Moon, April 15, 2018

    New Moon in Aries Meditation

    Begin this New Year in silence. Perhaps beside your altar, or outside in nature.

    Allow the Lefty Oracle card of the New Moon to speak to you. (see below)

    Ask what you need, right now, from the Universe, the Divine, God/dess.

    Ask for a light to shine upon your heart's most hidden desire, right now.

    Don't dwell too long in this space, for you have work to do!

    Next, I suggest that you write out a one word affirmation to help you connect with your heart's vision anytime/anyplace. Add a special, memory jogging symbol next to this word as well.

    To end, thank your guides, the Divine and this Lefty.

    Lefty Oracle for the New Moon: Miss Talitha Spider-Sister*

    Mantra:  I am hidden.

    Affirmation: I acknowledge the darkness within for out of the darkness comes the light.

    Element: Spirit

    If this card appears in a reading you are heading into the unknown and that can be scary, but at least you will be prepared. It may be a journey within to the hidden depths of your soul or it may take place in the mundane realms. It may be a time of deep emotion, facing fears, overcoming a challenge, seeking truth, legal issues, or worries and stress but you will come through it transformed and stronger than ever.

    *Excerpted from the Lefty Oracle Deck and 92 page Guidebook.

    Kathy Crabbe has been an artist forever and a soul reader since awakening her intuitive gifts at age forty after five years painting with her non dominant left hand. This awoke her intuition in a big way. In 2008 she created a Lefty Oracle deck and started giving intuitive soul readings that have touched many lives in profound and playful ways. Kathy lives in sunny Southern California with her pet muses and architect husband in an adobe home they built themselves.

    Kathy’s art and writing has been published and shown throughout the world at museum shows, galleries, art fairs, magazines and books including the San Diego Women’s History Museum, We’Moon Datebook, and Sawdust Art Festival in Laguna Beach to name a few. She has self-published several books, zines, oracle decks and ecourses and maintains a regularly updated blog, etsy store and portfolio site. Kathy received a Bachelor of Arts degree in Art History from Queen’s University and a Graphic Design Diploma from St. Lawrence College, Kingston, Canada. She has been working as a professional artist since 1992. Kathy has been an educator and mentor at Laguna Outreach Community Artists, Mt. San Jacinto College, Wise Woman University, Inspire San Diego Studio, HGTV, Michelle Shocked’s International Women’s Day Show as well as teaching her own classes: “Awaken Your Divine Feminine Soul”, and New Moon Circles. She is a founding member of the Temecula Artist’s Circle, the Temecula Writer’s Café and the Riverside Art Museum’s Printmaker’s Network. Metaphysically speaking, Kathy has studied with Francesca De Grandis (Third Road Celtic Faerie Shamanism), Adam Higgs (psychic mediumship), Om, devotee of Sri Chinmoy (meditation), Atma Khalsa (yoga), Susun Weed (Green Witch Intensive), Joyce Fournier, RN (Therapeutic Touch), Steven Forrest & Jeffrey Wolf Green (astrology) and she received certification in crystal healing from Katrina Raphaell’s Crystal Academy.
    Learn more here.

    Kathy’s 4 week eClass “Awaken Your Divine Feminine Soul” is once again being offered at Wise Woman University so get ready to Moon Collage your heart out starting one week prior to the New Moon each month…more details here: eClass.

  • Monday, April 09, 2018 6:36 PM | Wise Woman (Administrator)
    Empower Yourself...

    by Juliette de Bairacli-Levy


    So vast a mountain is the Sierra Nevada range that it is a country in itself, with its towns and many villages, its rivers and streams, and the strange ways of the people who farm or trade or merely live there, and who preserve very truly much of the ancient life of Spain.

    This book tells only about the mountain life in the area of the water-mill where I lived from early spring to late autumn, and where my second child was born and where I and my first child nearly knew entombment in the cemetery of Lanjaron as victims of the typhus fever which plagues that part of the Sierra Nevada.

    I arrived in the small sierra town of Lanjaron in March. The town is a two-hours' bus ride from Granada; it has deserved fame for its medicinal springs in the far part of the town away from the Sierra Nevada towards the sierra of Montril. It has fame also for its orchards, cheese and the basket-weaving of the many gypsies who live in their own ancient quarters-barrios-of Lanjaron.

    I stayed at first in an inn in the town centre, overlooking the part of the Nevada range where it meets that of Montril. It was several weeks before I found my room and terrace garden in the old water-mill of Gongoras at the foot of the Sierra Nevada, some miles from the town.

    That March the weather was bitter: the worst early spring that had come to Andalusia in fifty years. Much snow had fallen in Lanjaron, a rare thing in that town, the orange and lemon crops were largely spoilt, and all the upper ranges of the mountains wore cold white shrouds of deep frozen snow. Ravens screamed in the blue-white air, hungry for the blood of the newborn young of the sheep and goats which teemed on the mountain. The men wore thick woollen cloaks and broad-brimmed felt hats or tight berets, and the children's legs pricked uncomfortably in the unaccustomed wear of coarse, woollen stockings. The cold kept the people indoors, and over the entire town hung a gauzy perfumed veil of rosemary smoke, that shrub being the chief fuel of Lanjaron and the surrounding sierra farms. Daily the men and boys- and sometimes the young women- collected great bundles of rosemary from the mountain-sides, and brought this fragrant fuel back to the town on their horses, mules and donkeys, leaving a further scented trail as the rosemary brushed against the walls of the houses in the narrow way close by the water-mill.

    Nearly every family in the town owned a transport animal, and many owned also goats, chickens, pigeons and a pig or two. These animals were stabled strangely in the ground-floor rooms or basements of the houses. When I lived in the inn I was amused by a herd of goats which was stabled in a house facing my window. Every morning around seven o'clock the door was opened wide, and out into the street hurried forth an immense family of goats, fifty strong or more, of all sizes and colours, including many of the lovely blue-grey shade of wild lavender, a type of fine-horned goat much seen on the Sierra Nevada where, also, many wild goats live. For a reason beyond explaining, I was always reminded of the Pied Piper of Hamelin: and yet this was a going forth into the light, not an entry into the darkness of a mountain. Perhaps that thought came to me because of the music of the goat bells, which altogether seemed to produce a wild piping: and perhaps also I was influenced by the tall hat and the cloak of the youth who shepherded the flock.

    The goats! The goats!' always shouted my two-year-old son Rafik, in his shrill Spanish. He was daily at the window to watch them and the many other animals which made up the long morning procession to the mountain, where the snows melting beneath a cold wintry sun had given place in many parts to stretches of sweet new grass, and there was leafage again on the bushes and wild flowers amongst the rocks, hyacinths and cyclamens.

        to be continued...

  • Monday, April 02, 2018 11:10 PM | Wise Woman (Administrator)
    Cleavers: A Premier Spring Tonic for Fibrocystic Breast
    By Thea Summer Deer, D.S.P.S.

     “What herbs would you recommend for breast cysts?” Dr. Mary inquired during our recent phone conversation. It is the type of question I get asked a lot. Especially from those who want to replace a pharmaceutical with an herb, thinking it would be a more “natural” approach and healthier alternative.

    Initially I tried to divert the question by suggesting that her patient’s caffeine intake might be looked at, since it is a known aggravator of breast cysts. I, myself, have resolved this issue simply by eliminating coffee and chocolate. But I knew that in order to recommend the herbs that Dr. Mary was inquiring about we would need to have a deeper conversation.

    I am an herbalist, not a medical doctor, and a medical doctor is not an herbalist. One practices in a mechanistic (Allopathic) model and the other in an energetic model. Understanding a few basic concepts of how herbal medicine functions in an energetic model can help us to understand the long-lasting results that can be achieved from taking a more natural approach.

    So, I asked Dr. Mary is she would be willing to make the time to have this conversation and she was. Healing takes time, as do most natural processes. The good news is what took decades to manifest as illness may only take months or possibly years to restore to wellness.

    I began by explaining that the longest lasting result from herbal medicine is in its tonic ability to restore whole bodily systems. A tonic is something that is taken consistently over time, not the quick fix that our fast-paced world demands. The affinity of herbs for certain body systems (circulatory, respiratory, urinary, etc.) and their actions (lymphatic, hepatic, tonic, etc.) illustrates their intelligence and aids us in choosing the best ones.

    Healing is also about relationships and it takes time to be in relationship. An herb taken over time brings you into closer relationship with it, especially if you are growing, harvesting, making, smelling, tasting, drinking, digesting and eliminating it. Pharmaceuticals that go directly into the blood stream bypass most of these checks and balances. Locally grown and seasonal herbs are exponentially more potent energetically. Herbs are some of our greatest allies if we are willing to take the time to get to know them.

    “Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. It takes time - we haven't time - and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.” – Georgia O’Keeffe

    Dr. Mary’s timing for asking about breast cysts the week of Spring Equinox couldn’t have been more perfect. The action of herbal lymphatics is almost always indicated when there is breast congestion. The plants that nature gives us in Spring deliver a number of lymphatic system and liver tonics for clearing the congestion of Winter.

    For women, the largest reservoir of lymph is located in the tissues of the breast. Lymph drains away from the breast and breast cysts develop as a result of fluid accumulation inside the glands in the breasts. Fibrocystic breast is not a disease and may be the result of hormonal changes aggravated by weight gain, stress, caffeine, chocolate, smoking, and poor diet. In addition, restrictive clothing that presses on lymph nodes can impede lymph flow. Research studies show that hormones tend to collect in breast tissue, a good reason to eat organic hormone free meat and dairy, and a lymphatic self-breast massage is recommended. Having cysts doesn’t increase your risk of breast cancer. They may, however, make it more difficult to find new lumps or other changes that might need evaluated by a doctor, so be familiar with how your breasts normally feel so you will know when something changes. One of the ways to identify a cyst is that they tend to feel fluid-filled with distinct edges and move more freely than a hard mass.

    One of the herbal allies that I was excited to share with Dr. Mary was Galium aparine, commonly known as Cleavers, and with a special affinity for the breasts and lymphatic system. It grows abundantly in our Appalachian Mountains and I gather it every spring. An herbaceous annual it can be found in moist wild areas of all temperate zones worldwide. Not surprisingly it is considered a common weed, as are many of our medicinal plants. Cleavers, or more affectionately, Velcro Weed, are one of the easiest herbs to identify because of their straggling stems and branches that grow close to the ground, their whorls of leaves, and their clinging nature by which they attach themselves readily with small hooked hairs. The entire aerial plant is harvested in spring in early flowering and used fresh or dried. The fresh herb has a high-water content so care must be taken not to crush during harvest and to dry quickly in order to avoid spoilage. Geese love the seeding plant, hence the common name of Goosegrass.

    “Cleavers is a very valuable plant, being perhaps the best tonic available for the lymphatic system.” – David Hoffmann

    Cleavers is especially useful for breast cysts and as a premier Spring Tonic is rich in chlorophyll, promoting lymph drainage. It strengthens lymphatic circulation, eases breast congestion, tonifies veins, counters blood clots and has the ability to work fibrosities out of the tissues including uterine fibroids. Useful for urinary tract infections and prostatitis it is a diuretic that cools and shrinks inflamed tissues of the urinary tract.

    While Galium aparine may have an affinity for the lymphatic and urinary tract system, I, personally, have an affinity with the herb because it is known as a “deer medicine” in Native American herbalism. This is partially because in the spring-time deer find it sweet scented and like to bed down in its dense patches. It has also been used throughout our human history as bedding material, giving yet another common name to this common weed, Bedstraw. To whatever name you cleave, may it encourage your waters to flow clear and current, and restore you once again to wellness.

    How to use:

    Dried herb infusion: 3 teaspoons dried herb to 1 cup of water, infuse 3-4 hours or overnight. Drink 1 cup, 3x/day. Boiling destroys medicinal value of cleavers, use dried herb with warm or cold-water infusion.
    Tincture of dried herb, 1:5 in 25%, 4-8ml 3x/day
    Fresh plant juice: 1-2 teaspoonful (5-15 ml)
    No known contraindications

    For relief from breast pain and lymphedema use 20 drops every 2 hours.
    To shrink cysts and other benign lumps 20 drops/day is usually effective within a few days. More than this may thin the blood. Cleavers contain coumarin, a blood thinner* useful for cancer, stroke and heart disease prevention but increases risk of hemorrhage during surgery. Some women report increased menstrual flow after using cleavers to relieve premenstrual breast tenderness.

    *Anticoagulant – thinning the blood, reducing risk of stroke, helps prevent the initiation of cancerous tumors.

    Assist immune system when glands are swollen by taking 10 drops of cleavers tincture 1-2x/day for up to a month.

    Breast Cancer? Breast Health! By Susun Weed
    Making Plant Medicine by Richo Cech
    Mayo Clinic https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/breast-cysts/symptoms-causes/syc-20370284
    The Earthwise Herbal, A Complete Guide to Old World Medicinal Plants, by Matthew Wood
    The Herbal Handbook, A User’s Guide to Medical Herbalism, by David Hoffmann
    Lymphatic Drainage Massage of the Breast

  • Friday, March 30, 2018 10:37 AM | Wise Woman (Administrator)
    Naked, Beautiful & Human: A Libra Full Moon Reading

    by Kathy Crabbe

    I write to you from deep inside the crystal cave of my sacred inner landscape where each New (and Full) Moon I channel a meditation and ritual just for you.

    This month the Full Moon is in the sign of LIbra, ruled by Venus, Goddess of Love.

    Full Moon Reading by Kathy Crabbe

    You are clear.
    You are focused.
    as you allow the Divine
    to kiss your soul.

    Feeling all worries, stress, fear, anxiety, wash away.

    You feel pure, light.

    The grit and grime of centuries falls away.

    Until you stand

    shining, transforming, allowing


    What will YOU allow into YOUR life now that is needed? (Be specific).

    If you're not sure how to go about this, ask the Lefty Oracle below and the Divine for advice  to help guide you on this path.

    Full Moon Lefty Oracle: Skell

    Mantra: I am loving
    Affirmation: I create from the heart.
    Element: Water

    When this card appears in a reading it indicates that you are going for it full-tilt; heart on your sleeve, emotions exposed. Your will, your intent, your heart and soul are aligned now as you reach out and express your desire.

    In my own life I put my heart on the line in every painting and soul reading I do. My work is all about heart. It can be a risky road, but I have faith in myself and my work and I carry on, no matter what.
    The work sustains me as much as it does those who receive it. What a blessing!

    *Excerpted from the Lefty Oracle Deck & Guidebook*

    Kathy Crabbe has been an artist forever and a soul reader since awakening her intuitive gifts at age forty after five years painting with her non dominant left hand. This awoke her intuition in a big way. In 2008 she created a Lefty Oracle deck and started giving intuitive soul readings that have touched many lives in profound and playful ways. Kathy lives in sunny Southern California with her pet muses and architect husband in an adobe home they built themselves.

    Kathy’s art and writing has been published and shown throughout the world at museum shows, galleries, art fairs, magazines and books including the San Diego Women’s History Museum, We’Moon Datebook, and Sawdust Art Festival in Laguna Beach to name a few. She has self-published several books, zines, oracle decks and ecourses and maintains a regularly updated blog, etsy store and portfolio site. Kathy received a Bachelor of Arts degree in Art History from Queen’s University and a Graphic Design Diploma from St. Lawrence College, Kingston, Canada. She has been working as a professional artist since 1992. Kathy has been an educator and mentor at Laguna Outreach Community Artists, Mt. San Jacinto College, Wise Woman University, Inspire San Diego Studio, HGTV, Michelle Shocked’s International Women’s Day Show as well as teaching her own classes: “Awaken Your Divine Feminine Soul”, and New Moon Circles. She is a founding member of the Temecula Artist’s Circle, the Temecula Writer’s Café and the Riverside Art Museum’s Printmaker’s Network. Metaphysically speaking, Kathy has studied with Francesca De Grandis (Third Road Celtic Faerie Shamanism), Adam Higgs (psychic mediumship), Om, devotee of Sri Chinmoy (meditation), Atma Khalsa (yoga), Susun Weed (Green Witch Intensive), Joyce Fournier, RN (Therapeutic Touch), Steven Forrest & Jeffrey Wolf Green (astrology) and she received certification in crystal healing from Katrina Raphaell’s Crystal Academy.
    Learn more here.

    Kathy’s 4 week eClass “Awaken Your Divine Feminine Soul” is once again being offered at Wise Woman University so get ready to Moon Collage your heart out starting one week prior to the New Moon each month…more details here: eClass.

  • Thursday, March 29, 2018 10:34 AM | Wise Woman (Administrator)
    Mother Of All She Who Knows
    Excerpt From Womb Of Wisdom, The Sacred Journey Of Menopause... Chapter Fourteen
    Written & Illustrated by Roslyne Sophia Breillat

    After emptying, filling and replenishing for many months and many years with the spiralling phases of the Moon, her body is now rapidly changing. These subtle yet profound changes are often felt as dramatic, disorienting, disturbing and erratic. And like her beloved Mother Earth, her cyclic transformations are birthed through chaotic upheaval and a need for renewal.

    If she is experiencing intense emotional, physical or psychological chaos, this can be minimised through simplifying her outer life as much as possible. She will eventually become aware of the stillness that rests beneath disharmony and the tranquillity that rests beneath disequilibrium. For menopause is a time for clearing, for letting go, for relinquishing, for releasing, for preparing to begin anew.

    Eliminating everything unnecessary from her life will give her more quietness, space, peace and solitude for integrating this powerful flow of inner transformation and this unfamiliar new dance of change. She now needs calm and centred awareness for receptively tuning in to the erratic communication of her body’s strange and unsettling symptoms. Her regular sleeping patterns are frequently disrupted as intense physical sensations call her home to that vast space of the immortal female essence. She is completing the circle of the physical Mother and she is entering the circle of Mother of Earth, of Mother of All, of Grandmother Wisdom, of Grandmother Peace.

    This transforming process is often felt as a turbulent roller coaster ride that will eventually bring the spacious freedom of calm serenity and grace-filled maturity. The modern world of instant fixes, instant sex, instant shopping, instant food and instant gratification thinks that menopause suddenly begins and ends when a woman experiences her last menstruation. For this “fast fix” world is not aligned with the inherent sensitivity of the female psyche and the natural flow of female transformation.

    The menopausal womb is relentless in its desire to release the past, as it brings residual tensions and long-buried emotions to the light for healing. Many women experience the dissolution of suppressed cellular memories and the healing imagery of graphic vivid dreams as past trauma is released during this phase. These suppressed memories are often deeply sexual, intensely sensual, painfully raw and intimately real. And as they dissolve, they create a vast new space in her psyche for enhanced creativity, vibrant passion and deeper loving. The impersonal wisdom of the Crone does not wish to journey with the past. Her purpose now is to purge and purify, to cleanse and renew, to strengthen and empower, releasing all that will not serve the harmonious containment of her new life. Emotional disharmony frequently erupts as the menopausal woman prepares for her new phase of peaceful detachment and deepening wisdom.

    She may experience hormonal disturbances, lack of interest in lovemaking, disruptive separation from people and places and situations that once fulfilled her and filled her life with joy. She may find that she is no longer attracted to particular foods, flavours, clothing, activities or work that once enlivened her and gave her a sense of security and comfort. This powerful phase of female life is for releasing cluttered possessions, unreal dreams and impossible ideals. It is for relinquishing past behavioural patterns, disempowering lovers and dysfunctional relationships that are not aligned with the wise ways of the Crone. As the powerful weaver of wisdom, she cannot integrate these into her rich tapestry of new beginnings, her colourful fabric of life, if she denies her female truth.

    Copyright ~ Roslyne Sophia Breillat ©... Not to be copied without written permission from the author...

    Sophia (Roslyne Sophia Breillat) is a wise woman who lives, writes, and paints from the heart. Her prolific articles and paintings embrace the wisdom and grace of the female essence and the beauty of the Earth. She is acknowledged as a powerful and courageous writer whose creative work features in many international websites and magazines and her website is an abundant offering of female wisdom that nurtures and inspires. Sophia is the author of two books, WOMB OF WISDOM, THE SACRED JOURNEY OF MENOPAUSE and HEART OF THE EARTH, NURTURING THE SACRED FEMININE. Both of these books can be ordered directly from sophia@wildheartwisdom.com

    Email: sophia@wildheartwisdom.com
    Website: www.wildheartwisdom.com

    Sophia offers two courses at the Wise Woman University:

    ~ Being Woman ~ (detailed description of Being Woman online course)

    This six week online course provides a sacred and nurturing space where woman can learn to surrender more deeply to the natural receptivity of the female psyche. "...so blessed to have had gentle words of encouragement and support from you through the "Being Woman" course at W.W.U.... You have inspired me to continue my quest... Thanks so much!"

    ~ Dawning of Wisdom ~ (detailed description of Dawning of Wisdom online course)

    Throughout this series of lessons she will learn to trust the innate flow of her intuitive nature and to listen more intimately to the wellspring of her inner source. And we will explore together how to live more fully as the embodiment of the feminine essence within the structures of a masculine civilisation.

    "I LOVE your class, it is beautiful and thought provoking and well done... Thank you Sophia for your role as wisdom keeper, confidante and mentor."

  • Thursday, March 22, 2018 11:49 AM | Wise Woman (Administrator)
    Gardening with Prasarita Podottanasa
    with Sheryl Wolover

    A fabulous yoga/gardening pose with a twist and turn~

    Greetings I'm Sheryl Wolover, native to the Olympic Peninsula in Washington State.  Mother of two children raised with Susun Weed's herbal infusions  somewhere in the 1980's~
    I am the creator of YOGA LEGENDS. Yoga DVD's that link poses together through story telling~  
    Owner of Pacific Elements studio for Massage Therapy (1984) and Yoga classes (2003)~
    My family (including the animal family) live around a beautiful lake side where we garden and gather herbs for food and medicine~
    *=Oceans+Mountains^^^^ of Peace,Sheryl ~ yogalegends.com

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