Summertime, and the Foraging’s Easy

Well, sort of easy..!  Here are some words and pictures about that.

A few weeks ago I set up a small camp near Wolf Lake, a beautiful small lake in the vicinity of the school.  Since then, I’ve been going there every few days to spend a night or two.  I’m exploring the area to get a feel for the topography and the animal and plant relations that are there, and also foraging for various edibles.

It’s especially gifting to go out with no food, thus creating that healing space for my body and mind to first rest from overstimulation (that’s right.. lots of naps and long nights of sleep!), and then for the hunger to drive me to be sensitive to my surroundings and passionate about food-gathering.

I do miss the human people in my life, and I’m noticing a sense of gratitude and joy which washes over me when I get back to my circle after every excursion.  I hope that others will start joining me in these outings at some point soon.  Gratitude also comes from opportunities to serve others.  I gather wild greens like Milkweed and Basswood to bring to the table on the way back, share stories about my adventures, and jump in to help with various aspects of the operation of the wilderness school.

As far as the feeling go – it’s a great time to sit and reflect on what’s coming up for me in my life.  Sometimes there is much more than I realize when I’m surrounded by distractions.  After the rains passed one day, I did not want to get up – my head was churning away at various issues in my life for which I had no answers.  And then I remembered that any big undertaking is a series of small steps.  So I sat up.  Then I put my shoes on, then unzipped the tent and stepped out into the mosquito hum of the “outside.”  The smell of the recently passed raid enlivened me, and after some washing up off I went, exploring, foraging, observing.. I entered the real world.

THE REAL WORLD

First.. some interesting things found along the way in these woods.

An animal hole.  So many questions!

Mysterious hole.  How long ago was it dug?  By Whom?

Mysterious hole. How long ago was it dug? By Whom?

 

And a second hole a foot away!  There were actually spiderwebs in both holes!

And a second hole a foot away! There were actually spiderwebs in both holes!  Do you notice the plant growing through the disturbed soil – those are clues to the age!

 

I sense a  disturbance in the Tree Force.. what happened?!

Wow.. did a tornado touch down here?

Wow.. did a tornado touch down here?  Several trees, yet doesn’t look lik they knocked each other over.

 

Evidence of a past storm - the trees broken off at the same spot.

Evidence of a past storm – the trees broken off at the same spot.

Bear has been before me!  I see his tracks through the Raspberries, and in the mud of the wetlands.  Here is an anthill disturbed by him.  Teach me your foraging ways, mighty one!

Looks like Bear has been to this anthill!

Looks like Bear has been to this anthill!

 

On an empty stomach, I went out to find calories, nutrients.. the gifts of my Forest relations.

Mmm.. ant larva!  Actually, there wasn’t much to be gathered here.  I’m still dreaming of learning how to get good at raiding those anthills effectively and efficiently.

Larvae of tiny ants, found under a rock

Larvae of tiny ants, found under a rock

TONS of raspberries right about now!  I ate them for hours.  My poop looks quite interesting!  Didn’t think to take a picture of it though.. maybe next time!

Raspberries!

Raspberries!

Raspberries!

Raspberries!  Do you see the Bear tail?

Grasshoppers.  Ahhh.. you are so big and fatty, yet how do I catch you!  Catching this guy was quite the adventure!  The hop away.  In the grass.  And then, they are gone..  I did come to that same meadow in the morning, hoping to find them less mobile during the coolness of the early day.. well, I couldn’t find them at all!  Perhaps a net of some kind is in order?

Grasshopper

Grasshopper

Worms.  Probably high in protein.  In the space of maybe 1 hour I collected about 20.  After letting them sit overnight in a container, and purge the sand, I cooked them with hot rocks.  There was barely anything left!  Perhaps if I had a way of collecting many more, it would be efficient..

Collecting worms under logs

Collecting worms under logs

 

Worms.. thanks guys.

Worms.. thanks guys.

 

Worms and slugs rock-cooked.  Wasn't much left.

Worms and slugs rock-cooked in my lidded wooden bowl. Wasn’t much left.

Beaked Hazelnuts!  That’s some easy calories right there.  They are not quite ripe, and the husks have little needles that stick into fingers.. yet they’re food!  I ate maybe 100 of them, gathered in 1/2 hour.  Easy.

Beaked Hazelnuts

Beaked Hazelnuts

 

Beaked Hazelnuts

Beaked Hazelnuts

Worms also make for a great fishing bait, naturally.  I’m not sure what’s more exciting – finding worms or catching fish.  The fish, however, definitely is a bigger gift of food.

Catch of the evening.

Catch of the evening.

Ah.. evening on the lake.. love it.

Ah.. evening on the lake.. love it.  When it’s still like this, so do the mosquitoes!

Three Loons have been keeping me company on the lake.

Three Loons have been keeping me company on the lake.

And now, to put it all together:

Dinner - Basswood, Nettles, daisies, beaked hazelnuts, bluegills toad, worms and slugs.

Dinner – Basswood, Nettles, daisies, beaked hazelnuts, bluegills toad, worms and slugs.

Dinner.  Yay!  I'm hungry.

Dinner. (A fire started the bow-drill way, naturally)  Yay! I’m hungry.

After coming back to the school, I went out again for a couple of days.  This time, I went out in a car and on bike, and walked along roads gathering American Hazelnuts (bigger and no stingers).  In 10 hours, over two days, I gathered quite a bit.  However, after the husks dry out, and we husk them, how much will be left?  Is it worth it?  Time will tell!

American Hazelnuts

American Hazelnuts

 

So there you have it folks!  Another update to this blog of walking on the wild side.  I love to hear feedback, ideas, so comment away!

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We of Mashkodens: Present and Future

Many changes have been taking place within our little wilderness circle after we returned from Leek Camp.

Alyosha, after a number of thoughtful days and and sleepless nights, considered going to visit his family and friends in Pennsylvania, along with potentially going to the Southwest. Introspection paved the way to new awarenesses about before-unrecognized possibilities, and in the end, he decided that he will come back to the Teaching Drum circle after the visit to PA. He will continue with various wilderness experiences and skills part-time (not necessarily at Mashkodens proper), along with part-time volunteering to support the school. He really looks forward to helping people get involved with these experiences, and sharing on this blog the physical, social, and psycho-emotional journey of Rewilding – so Stay Tuned!
He is also greatful about the many personal-growth awarenesses that have come to him in the past moon-and-thern-some.  He’s begun to recognize his tendency to react when he thinks he is not being heard; his tendency to live out of fear of things in the future, while he has no way of know how they might actually play out (ex: pain from cold, lyme disease, lack of intimacy, starvation); his yearning to push his limits when it comes to physical challenges like forest-running and getting up with the dawn; his yearning to have fun with whatever challenges and opportunities lie before him.

 

Nick, whose heart has long longed for a focused wilderness immersion and the desire to grow in his wilderness/relationship skills, after some deliberation took up the offer from the Guides to join the Yearlong. That’s right – there are now Nine Seekers, who are in their last days of preparation with pack-frame making and bowl-carving, ready to head out to temporary camps out in the wilderness! I imagine what my new Brother will be experiencing and learning for the next turn of the seasons will in the end enrich us all, and I’m grateful. For those of you who know him, keep him in your thoughts!

 

Matt, who stayed with us during the time of the Leek harvest, and tremendously enriched us with this contributions as a harvester and as a fun, caring human being, has been helping out around the support center. He’s been involved with various things like teaching new people about plants, conducting various primitive skill experiments, and helping out with childcare and awarenesses around circle cohesion. He plans to spend some time exploring around here and in about a quarter-moon head out to continue his travels in other places.

 

I suppose this is the way of things – the only constant is change. Out of new endings, grow new opportunities. I am grateful for every experience, for every new awareness – what we learn with every conscious action remains with us, and is there to help us in the next leg of the great Journey.

 

I look forward to continued sharing! May our ears ever be open to the loving guidance of Mother Earth that is beneath our feet, the Fire of Who-We-Are burn brightly within our chests, and the connecting ropes of Relationship grow thicker and thicker with each conscious action and word.

 

Alyosha

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Leek Camp

Sunrise among the flowering trees, the morning we left Mashkodens for Leek Camp

 

The last quarter-moon has been quite an adventure! It began with Matt arriving, after a long hitchhiking trip, to join Nick and me for the Sucker-fishing camp. Except there was no Sucker-fishing camp.. the water was still too cold! So instead, we went to Plan B: Zhigagowan Camp! Zhigagowan is the Ojibwe word for the Wild
Leek, or Ramp as they call the plant in the south. The city of Chicago was named for it!

We loaded up some gear in the car, took all that we could carry (including a small jar of Nick’s Maple Syrup which he harvested this winter!), and headed off. We were excited to have Matt with us, an old friend, with his vibrant energy, humor, and experience. We were also accompanied by George, a volunteer who ended up stating with us for 5-6 days. The walk was long, and quite pleasant. The leaves were just -just starting to unfurl from the trees, bathing us in gentle green glow. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the flowers were blooming.. you get the picture! We talked and joked; bathed in a river we passed, and arrived at the site in the early evening. While Matt was comfortably rocking his amazing bark-tanned pack-bag, Nick and I were immersed in thoughts about how to better adjust our temperamental pack-frames for such long journeys.

Making our way to Leek Camp

Taking a break, and partaking in Nick's wildcrafted Maple Syrup.. umm!

Trilliums, gracing our eyes as we enter the Sweet (Maple) Forest whence the Leeks dwell

The first night or two most of us slept without anything over our heads, on beds of Zhingob (Balsam Fir) boughs. As conditions changed, we added tarps and mosquito-netting, and set up a tarp over the hearth area (more on this later). And then, after a bunch of communicating about the way we want to go about things, the gathering began! We started close to camp, and as the Suns passed, spread further and further. The Zhigagowans had just come in to their full strength – everything lined up perfectly! After taking time to connect with the plants and thank them on the heart-level, we took no more than a third of the plants from each patch, making sure to exclude any other plants (potentially poisonous ones) that might have been growing there. As you see form the pictures, we had others join us, for an overnight. Ron Jenine and four kids, Paul, Wren. It was great to have everyone’s energy for the gathering, for the joking and playing. To share our hearth-space with them, and show them our traditions.  Nick and I continued, with Matt joining us, to work on our communication and help each other recognize and change victimized behaviors and attitudes.

Nick making the first fire in camp

Matt, Nick, visitors around the dinner hearth

With our efforts and everyone else’s help we gathered many many bags of leeks. We dried a little for ourselves, and with the aid of a bit of elbow-grease stuffed the rest into ziplock bags (air squeezed out), which were subsequently picked up by our support crew in the evenings, and put into the school’s freezer.

Matt and George gathering

 

Matt, Alex, kids packing Leeks

Another bag packed. Can you deal with that?!

Matt being Matt.

Stella giving us a hand.

Alyosha with his drying set-up. Ripped-up Leeks in a fishing net and on a tarp.

The drying and the gathering began to be impeded by rain that came in the form of mighty thunderstorms during our last few Suns there. We stayed mostly dry with the aid of well-secured tarps, and a hot hardwood fire which drew us in as the skies exploded with thunder and moisture.. it was quite beautiful, as was the hurried leafing-out of all plants.

Sun and Rain makes for a greening forest!

The forest became more moist, yet that did not deter us from the gathering, or from the exploring and forest-running that we started to get in to, as a group and individually. One morning Nick saw a Makwa (Bear) rooting around, and soon we were all there trailing her, looking for the poops, disturbed logs, tracks, and matted vegetation. In addition to exploring, a little bit of time went into other thing – we gathered some other craft material, and worked a little bit on personal projects – Matt scraped on his bow, Nick and I worked on arrows, I finished my buffalo-buckskin sandals, and there was lots of sewing and patching of clothes. We continues to cook primitively with the exception of the now-pot-cooked- Minomin (Wild Rice) (with Leeks – Zhigagowans, naturally), as our wooden lidded bowl was left back at camp. Grazing on various other greens (Basswood, Dandelion, Ox-Eyed Daisy, Violet, Spring Beauty – just to name a few) supplemented our diet.

And then.. came.. the.. Zagame – Mosquitoes…!!! Over-night they multiplied a thousand-fold. The ladies were hungry. The times of flolicking in the dry sunshiny Leek patches now seemed like a pleasant, distant dream. Clouds of them would disperse from our feet as we walked and gathered, and then descend on us in a ravenous frenzy. Greasing with fat and using certain plants and smoke to stave them off did not help a great deal. This, combined with the increasing yellowing and wilting of the ephemeral Zhigagowans helped us to quickly to come to consensus to break camp and head back. The walk back was full of all kinds of weather events – mosquitoe clouds, wind, sun, and a thunderstorm. The conversations, dreaming of the future, and the joking around made it fun, as usual.

Mosquito Camp! Smoke helps.. kind of..

All in all we gathered around 600 lbs of Zhigagowans… yeah!  Enough to make a significant contribution to the school’s food supplies.  I am imagining many dinner pots carrying the subtle flavor of our own maple-forest Leeks, harking back to this special time…

Now we are back, deciding on our next steps. The temperatures of the creeks still indicate that the Sucker-run is a few days off, if it is to happen at all. Matt and Nick are contemplating going and setting up a line-fishing camp somewhere, while I am getting in to wrapping things up at the school in order to head out to visit my parents, friends, and potentially explore the American Southwest.  Reflecting, I feel incredibly grateful for the experience, for the folks I was with, human and otherwise.  Inspired to continue to grow in my relationships with myself, food, people.. and to share the journey.  Perhaps once we Mashkodenians decide what’s happening, I’ll post an update.

Happy Summer Everyone!

Alyosha

 

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Of Spirit, Of Healing

Two suns ago it was a cold drizzly day, and as the Seekers went about their business chopping out pack-frames, I went for a little walk to warm up. I was feeling off.. wondering if my plan of action for the future was the right one, and reeling from another night of poor sleep. I walked to that place I call the upper meadow, where sometimes I see the deer grazing. I decided to keep going, and walked to the berm that divides the trail from the forest road. Kept going. Walked down the forest road to the paved road, and then up and across the paved road, my destination – that beautiful mysterious lake that in the past I’ve found somehow only once, after a very long run down some round-about path I could not remember. The forest paths split and dead-ended, and often I turned around and back-tracked. Scared up all kinds of birds, set squirrels a-chatter, as my quiet approach down the rain-soaked needles of the forest floor disturbed them.

And just as the low cool clouds were moving steadily above me, inside of me were drifting by the shapeless, confusing grey emotions. It suddenly occurred to me that this is a healing walk, that it’s a space in which the shapelessness can take shape, and whisper to me the directions I misplaced. Bit by bit, I allowed myself to fully feel the feelings with my whole body, to acknowledge their presence. And in my mind, I asked where they came from – what mental images are associated with them. And memories began to pour in.. recent events, my years of public school, situations with family and friends, perhaps event eh trauma of being born.. they came one after another after another.. and I could see those roots out of which grow the sadness and fear in my life to the size that they do.

I headed back. The confusion about the current state of my life no longer seemed overwhelming – no longer did leaving my circle and opportunities in my life here in order to feed my curiosity about other lands and people and ways of being feel so scary. At the end, I was walking stealthily through the woods to avoid detection my some car that was loudly driving and stopping every so often on the forest road that I was taking back. Could have been birdwatchers, Forest Service, or poachers with high-powered rifles. In any case, I was in the moment – that’s all that there was.
Upon arrival back at camp, the Seekers were having a meeting with their Guides. I sat in, just in time to hear talk of the importance of not having duality in one’s perception of the world – that seeing some things as good and some things as bad keeps our feelings stuck. Indeed.

We all have so much healing and growing to do, perhaps for the entirety of our lives. In my life, nothing is figured out at the moment. However, I know that if I am able to accept what is – whether victory or defeat, wholeness or the need to grow, joy or the fear that is underneath the anger, something special happens. When I am present with this inner process, the world opens up. I feel that feeling of being at home that I remember from childhood. And the heart is that much closer to that Spirit-that-flows-through-all-things. And opportunities pop up where before there was confusion. And like the clouds overhead, it’s all constantly moving, flowing changing. And the Sun does shine, too.

Alyosha

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The Seekers and the Residents

Mashkodens is alive with the energies of humans who cook, eat, and work on various projects together. It’s always a treat to sit around the evening fire with everyone else amidst bear and buffalo-fat chunks sizzling on skewers, dripping into cabbage leaves and bowls. Perhaps there is sucker-fish cooking, or deer, or raccoon. Occasionally in the fire are (hopefully breakage-free) rocks which are being heated up for cooking the Wild Rice in our giant wooden lidded troth. We share the stories of the day, and perhaps do a health/feeling check-in, just like in the morning; make plans for the following Sun.
Nick and I are in a unique position. We’re gone through the yearlong, and we’ve had much wilderness experience elsewhere. So we often have the opportunity to be in a more of a Guiding role – to help the eight Seekers find their own ways to solve various problems that come up. This is also a challenge for us, as we are a part of the group, sharing food, firewood, and other resources – and we have a vested interest in communicating with the circle our needs and desires as well!
The Seekers have daily workshops on all sorts of things – sleeping tarp set-up, “guardian” moving, pack-frame making, circle-consciousness, and general body/mind maximization. We two residents are enjoying partaking in them, as they are inspiring reminders for us. Our own Deer-hide tanning is in full swing.
Coming up very shortly is the Wild Leek gathering camp, to be hopefully followed by Suckerfish camp. And after that, we are not sure. I plan to visit family, for one. Also, a primitive skillshare event is on the horizon, as is the coming of Matt, who will join us for an undetermined amount of time.
So that’s the scoop! Once again, no pictures!

Alyosha

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Spring and Seekers

Ahh, it is warm! Though a few suns ago it was definitely not warm. It was freakishly cold – snowing, and windy, and Nick and I were fasting! The fast was done in solidarity with the eight Seekers of the Yearlong program who were to come to our camp (,also fast,) and live with us for the first half-moon or so of their immersion. So now, they are here, and we are Ten! Wow, what a change from just two. The Seekers are busy making pack-frames, bowls, and otherwise immersion themselves in all kinds of Guardian training before heading out into the wilderness. We are deeply inspired! They are also working out their dynamics and traditions as a new group, and it’s a wonder to watch. While Nick and I participate in that to some degree, we also steer clear of being too much of an influence to their Journey. We have some personal projects going as well!
I think what we enjoy most these days is the warmth, the unique energies and gifts of each individual in camp, opportunity to pursue our interests with the craftwork, and just the communal aspect of camp living – sleeping in the same lodge together, dream-sharing in the morning, joking around the evening meal. And of course, the spring peepers, geese, and all other relations that are all around.
And sorry, not many pictures these days, as we support the Seekers in staying in the moment by limiting technology in camp. However, here are some!

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Arrival

The wind is gently blowing through the forest, bathing me with pleasant coolness on this warm day – the first really warm day this Spring which seemed to refuse to let Winter leave. Nick and Paul are chopping on a log, and George is off on a walk through the snowy meadows and woods. Paul and George are visiting for a few days, helping us to set up camp. Nick and I are moving in, and thus once again, Mahkodens comes alive with humankind.

Till now, it’s been several Moons of intermittent planning, scheming, dreaming. We wanted to live outside, to continue the rewilding journey. A few weeks ago my living room was a mess – sorting, packing, organizing. This is the crate for civilized clothes, this is wool stuff, this I need to give away. Old love notes from women who desired a different way of being and living both warmed and saddened my heart. Fears of the unknown would occasionally run through me.. is this really what I’m supposed to be doing?

The wind answers: yes. The vision of the lifeway is breathing, coming back to life. We’re busy, and we are fulfilled. The days are spent gathering firewood, fixing various structures that have begun to fall into disrepair over the past Turn-and-a-half of disuse, cooking primitively, sharing dreams, working on our healing by talking about our fears and judgments, etc etc. Watching, listening, feeling the Earth waking up from slumber with the return of birds, frogs, insects, grasses, warmth.

And sometimes I think about Thomas, my camp-mate of two years prior who has passed over, and a pang of sadness hits me. There is his skin boat, there is the log we carried together, there are the hides he never put away. I realize that he is still here, as are all our departed ones.

I look forward to sharing more soon. Stay tuned!

-Alyosha

 

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Gone Yet Not Forgotten

It has been almost two moons now since our clan has walked out of Mashkodens into the “real world.” So much, so much has happened since then! I entered the world of clock time, schedules, money, labor, and boxes (aka cars, houses). I am glad to have reconnected with other people in my life – I feel more fulfilled in terms of having a larger human circle. And I also missed the mornings of dreamsharing, the days of work/play, the evenings of daysharing and handholding before the meal, the joking and laughing. It has been beautiful, it has been hard. A time or two I almost left, but I checked in with my heart and stayed, and got to experience a deepening of relationship wit myself and others.

I reflect on those five moons I spent in the wilderness: What have I learned? How have I changed? I guess the understanding of this is something I’m still working on – perhaps the greatest gift of the immersion.

One thing that stands out is that I have a greater understanding of the patterns within myself which keep me locked in judgment and fixated on an outcome – and that I’ve learned to better recognize them and step back in order to own my emotions, before proceeding with addressing the issue. This has allowed me to be more open to other people’s truths, to work towards something, rather than work against.

I’ve also learned more about who I am – what I’m inclined to do for my circle, what fulfills me. It was no surprise to me that when we broke up responsibilities for the ricing/family moon that my campmates suggested that I become the caretaker of the camp area. I’ve learned that I have a way to sense and keep track and raise awareness of the upcoming needs of my circle, as well as other people’s state of being. And the perspective of my campmates also gifted me with awarenesses about my personality I did not have (things like “child-like wonder!”).

Since being away, and doing a moon-long stint at a job, I’ve been able to see how I am able to relate with people I live and work with better than before. Challenges come up, but now my toolkit has sharper and more fine-tuned tools to address them. I am more able to use my gifts – because now I know that they have value.

And what of the future? I am very grateful for my time in the woods, and now I am ready to apply what I’ve learned, and to learn more of who I am and what I have to give, in a larger circle of people. I hope to make positive changes in the world. Perhaps one day I will again be found at Mashkodens. I also know that this green season, and the three men who have become my brothers, will always be with me.

Alex

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Falling Leaves Moon

The woods shine in their full autumn glory – a mix of glowing red, yellow and green.
Mashkodens is a rather quiet place right now, since us two-leggeds are mostly off on our jouneys elsewhere. I´m frequently go there though for camp mainenance and to observe the changes of the season. One of the next projects will be fixing the fire hearth in the winter lodge with clay that we brought from our ricing/marshgrass camp…

The summer arbour...

Drying clay for repairing the fire hearth in the winter lodge

Changing colors...

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Ricing Moon

It’s been a little while since the last update. With the start of Ricing Moon, our clan of four grew much larger.

The clan is gathered for dinner at Mashkodens

Harvesting wild rice

For the first quarter Moon we stayed at Mashkodens for everyone to settle in and get comfortable with the daily routines. Meanwhile a few of us also scouted out different wild rice locations. During this initial period much of our energy went into providing the basic necessities of the camp. Two of the families left before we embarked on the trip, and then a flotilla of canoes went off on the two-day paddle to rice camp.

Prior scouting had shown that the rice beds were poor on that particular lake, but the campsite was ideal for families, so we sent off a small group of people to set up another camp for harvesting rice on a nearby lake. In order to harvest the rice, we usually sent out teams of two in one canoe: the person in the back navigates through the rice beds with a long wooden pole (the water is usually very shallow and using poles rather than paddles is less disturbing to the rice plants) whereas the person in the front – facing backwards – uses a wooden stick to bend the wild rice into the boat and a second stick to beat the kernels into the canoe.

Fruits of the harvest: unprocessed wild rice

After several days of harvesting on a small lake, the ricing team went back to the main camp in order to travel together to another location which promised to yield a lot of rice. By that time our group size had shrunk more so we were a smaller circle again. There was sadness about people deciding to leave, and at the same time it provided an opportunity for the remaining clan to get to know each other much more. The new ricing location was promising indeed, though we weren’t the only ones to harvest that abundance. The weather conditions were just right for a population explosion of rice worms, and by the time we harvested most of the rice was already eaten. The cycles of feast and famine can be so close together…Yet we were thankful for the rice we got to harvest and started turning our attention more towards harvesting marshgrass, which we use as thatching material in our summer wigwams.

Gathering marshgrass by the river

Knives and improvised wooden saws were our cutting tools, and after tying the grass in bundles we canoed it to a pickup spot so it could be dried for later use. By now we were approaching the end of the Moon, so it was time to travel back to Mashkodens, which turned into quite the adventure as we had to cross a lake with a strong cold wind against us as darkness was approaching, and the last part on the journey meant paddling a creek in the darkness.

Back at camp, the changes in the season were evident: maple and birch trees turning color, the carpet of bracken ferns in the meadow drying up. As was evident from the tracks, some Wawashkeshi were taking advantage of the lush new growth in the area where two of our summer lodges burned earlier in the Green Season. We spent our last suns cleaning up camp, reflecting and connecting about the experience and what lessons we learned…and then we went our different ways.

Our Green Season immersion of Chris, Alex, Coyote and myself ended here, and yet it is part of a larger continuum: Chris and I (and potentially Alex) see our hearth, our home at Mashkodens for the coming seasons, and from there we venture and go to different seasonal camps or travels to other places. Over the next Moon(s), I’ll periodically spend time at Mashkodens to maintain the camp structures and finish up the last winter preparations: fixing the clay hearth of the winter lodge and plugging up the rodent holes in the peat insulation, amongst other things. And I may stay there on a more regular basis during the White Season. We’re excited to see how this camp will develop further as other people join our hearth.

To be continued…

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