Raspberry Moon update

Life has been busy at Mashkodens, and we´re only a few days away from the start of the Ricing Moon.

After repairing and improving the main group shelters in Mashkodens, I took some time for several canoe trips to explore more of the numerous waterways in our area. We´re located right on a major watershed divide – some waters flow north and east into Lake Michian and Lake Superior and ultimately into the Atlantic, other lakes and rivers empty into the tributaries of the Mississipi which empties into the Gulf of Mexico. For the Native people of this area, travelling the waterways by canoe was usually the fastest and most efficient way to move over long distances during the Green Season, especially when it involved moving cargo.

Preparing jerky for a trip

On one of those trips which lasted for almost half a Moon, I took a limited supply of jerky and fat with me and supplied the rest with foraging and fishing (and loosing a few pounds in the process too 😉  ).

The diversity makes this area particularily interesting for paddling: On the major rivers and lakes, paddling is easy and straightforward, and on some of the more populated waters the biggest challenge may be manouvering around speedboats… The smaller sidestreams and creeks can be thickly overgrown with alder – so thick indeed that following them involved more climbing or portaging than paddling.

A shallow, spring-fed creek...clear and cold water

A "creek" past a large beaver dam. Easy paddling. The dead standing trees indicate the flooded area after the dam was built

There are usually open sections along meadows too, and beaver dams tend to make paddling easier, since they raise the water level. In some cases this makes it possible to get to areas that would otherwise inaccessible because the water level would be too low.

Some creeks are clear and cold – ideal habitat for brook trout – whereas others are more tea-colored and warmer, which is caused by tannic acid released by bogs and other vegetation.

An abundance of wildlife sign can be found around here – muskrat, beaver, otter, deer, black bear, to name a few, plus a variety of species of waterfowl, birds and fish.

Plenty to be seen and explored indeed…

 

 

 

On another note – as the name “Raspberry Moon” indicates – the berry season is progressing. Blackberries and cherries areripening fast, and I frequently come across bear feeding sign in one of the many berry patches that tells me that they´re busy with putting on fat for the winter.

Allison joined us for close to half a Moon, and her presence and (female) energy was a great contribution to our clan.

Chris, Allison and Alex busy with preparing dinner. Fish and fat is roasting by the flames...yum!

During her stay, we set up a winter firewood camp in the same area where we went for sucker fishing in the late spring. The supply of hardwoods like oak or maple is fairly limited around Mashkodens, and we only burn hardwood in our winter lodge hearth – for several reasons: It hardly sparks compared to conifers (which can be dangerous with an open fire inside a lodge – there is a lot of dry, burnable material around), it burns hot and long and the coals last for quite a while after the fire has died down which maintains more heat in the lodge throughout the night.

We also organized a thanksgiving feast for everyone at Nad´mad´ewining (the support center) for their continous support – without them, it wouldn´t be possible to have an immersion-style experience like this…

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Too Hot to Sweat and the Questions that Feed Us

I’m sitting in the Summer Arbor, watching a mosquito hop away on the fresh balsam fir floor. She’s filled with my blood and flying is a challenge. Will she make it to water, to lay her eggs?

Asking questions is something that we do a lot of around here. That’s how we learn. We ask the sky what he’s doing to learn of what weather might come. We ask our dreams what they have to say – to learn of the unfolding that is happening within.

The sky has brought us many surprises. Almost half a moon ago we canoed over to Nishnajida to help with the wood-cutting, and to sweat – in a sweat lodge ceremony the following day. Turned out our stay was in vain – it was too hot to sweat! We headed back, and got caught in one of the mightiest thunderstorms I’ve ever experienced. As I lay there under the canoe (we pulled off to shore to wait out the lightning), I suddenly realized that I’m resisting what I’m given – the wondrous sight of lightning, the pounding of cooling rain. So I left the world of resentment and refocused on the gifts of the moment. We made it back to camp after dark, and as a circle were able to kindle a fire in wet, dark, mosquitoey conditions. All slept well that night!

The heat continued. As the ceremony was indefinitely postponed, Tomas took off on a grand expedition. He’s still out – and probably hungry, as he took only a week’s supply of food. I hope his foraging is successful.

Speaking of foraging – mucho berries! Blueberries, raspberries, warmed by the sun…yum! I’ve been staying busy with crafting. Just finished loincloth and leggings – now the buckskin outfit is complete!

The sweat lodge ceremony did happen – Coyote and I canoed to Nishnajida for the event (Chris was already there, working with the seekers on lodge-building). The ceremony was followed by a delicious feast and fun connecting between all present. I was glad to see that even those who did not go in to the lodge gifted to and were gifted by the experience in meaningful ways.

Since we’ve returned, I feel like I’ve entered a new level of self-knowing. Dreams have been powerful guides in this. And so ever so slowly, but surely, I’m stepping out of the mind-haze of guilt, control, judgment, and entering the world where the joy of life is sounded in the whispering of the wind, the green of plants, songs of birds, ripening of berries, as well as in the growth from facing and embracing the challenges and lessons of “the dark side” – discomfort and fear.

So what next? Soon Tomas will come back. And we’ll be joined by Allison for half a moon. Then I’ll take off for a quarter moon to a primitive skills gathering, and then for a moon we’ll be joined by a large number of people at Ricing Camp. Is any of it more important than what’s happening right now?

 

Alex

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Invisible Skills

A few days ago some visitors came into our camp, admiring all the different shelters and crafts. We reminded them that while those are an important aspect of our life here, there is a lot of “invisible” work going on. I thought it may be good to mention these here too since it’s easy to write about crafts and skills – writing about the “qualitative” aspects is a different story. Much of that needs to be experienced firsthand in order to be truly understood.

In fact, the majority of our energy goes into these qualitative skills – building relationships with our human and nonhuman circle, listening to our dreams and inner guiding voices, healing the wounds and trauma we carry within us from a lifetime of separation… And really discovering who we are as people and how we can develop the unique gift we bring with us for the benefit of not just ourselves or our closest human relations, but for the benefit of all the relations and the generations to come.

Thomas

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Why We Are Here

It’s becoming more and more apparent to us that we have returned to the wild life in order to deepen relationship with ourselves, with the Earth and all her children. We know this because the healing, whether intentionally sought or not, is a-happening.To each their own – and yet we are here for one another. To lend perspective. To help hear the dream guidance. To comfort. To cheer up.

Why does it happen so strongly here, away from telephones and computers and books, sugar and music? I think it has to do with need. We need to be ourselves, aware, attuned, in order to function well. We need to have open eyes, ears, and hearts. We need to have the passion to live. When we don’t – when we get wrapped up in the fear-elements of our egos, we grow uncomfortable, miserable. Healing is acknowledging the discomfort, and changing what we do, how we relate. That simple, and that hard. Some of this dysfunctional stuff has been fed for a lifetime – and changing it is quite the effort.

We are doing it day by day, dream by dream. I am starting to feel the changes in myself and in others. And I am very, very glad. We are returning to ourselves, to the Earth. Breaking the legacy of thousands of years of the pillaging and killing organizational system known as civilization. perhaps our healing helps our planet’s healing, in some way that is not yet apparent to me. I certainly hope so, because the planet is in pain – as is our own species.

To finish, a couple of dream messages I got in touch with in the past two nights:

-When I get caught up in the fears of Scarcity, I need to admit this to myself. And then look deeper and see the abundance.

-What seems like a big deal at first is not that big a deal when I gain perspective on the situation.

From the land of succulent Basswood and Milkweed leafs, on warm days, thunderstorms, croaking frogs, and heartberries (wild strawberries),

Alex

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Of skin and wood

It was spring – the maple sap was just beginning to flow and the white blanket of snow had disappeared from the ground. I had done some research about the styles of skin boats used by various Native peoples in the northern hemisphere and consulted a few people who knew a thing or two about that subject. I decided to construct a small canoe that would be ideal for exploring the small creeks and streams of this area, similar to the solo canoes made of fiberglass that my campmates and I use. Consequently, the dimensions are fairly similar, with a length of about 10 feet and the widest part being about two and a half feet wide (I can´t provide exact measurements since we don´t have any measuring devices at camp).

The frame was to consist of seven long saplings forming the sides and bottom of the canoe, with the keel/bottom pole connecting all the other poles at either end of the canoe. Hardwoods twist less when they´re drying than softwoods, and since I was looking for straight, flexible and preferrably light materials my choice of wood was limited to a few species…so let´s continue to

 

Part I: Assembly

On a fine cold spring morning, I ventured out by canoe to harvest the frame materials: I selected a dozen straight maple saplings for the main frame and about six dozen hazelnut shoots for the rib pieces. The first task was now to peel the bark off all the gathered materials for more rot resistance. Over the next days I slowly assembled the main frame, inserting wooden spreaders and support poles where necessary in order to give the canoe its intended shape. I ended up carving down and flattening most of the frame saplings and all of the rib pieces to achieve more evenly bend, and since the materials were green, no steaming or other treatment was necessary.

The first saplings are tied together

The main frame is in place, with some supports tied in to shape the canoe

Lashing the rib pieces to the frame required a fair amount of rawhide, since each of the 60+ ribs was tied to seven frame saplings, with the rawhide being streched as much as possible prior to tying it off to prevent loose lashings. In order to more securely lock the individual ribs in place, I wrapped rawhide along three of the frame saplings, connecting each rib to the neighboring ones. Still, the lashings allow for a little bit of movement and flexibility, which makes the canoe more shock-resistant. Say you´re bumping against a rock: The impact gets dispersed throughout the frame rather than being focused on the point of impact (which might cause a break) as is the case with e.g. nailed frames.

The first rib pieces are lashed in place

The raw frame was now finished, and I applied several coats of oil & a little bit of pitch in order to preserve the wood and make the rawhide lashings more water-resistant. Besides its preserving qualities, the pitch also helps to keep rodents and other animals from chewing on the frame to get at the fat…

The finished frame

Now came the skin cover. Ideally one large hide would suffice to cover the frame – no sewing required, and besides that, every seam is a potential weak spot too. With no such hides being available to me at that point, I pieced several smaller hides together – one small buffalo hide and four deer hides proved to be sufficient.

Skins draped over loosely before sewing them together

In my research about skin boats I came across a waterproof stich that several Inuit tribes used for their kayaks and umiaks. It´s a rather time-consuming affair since the stiches do not go through the entire hide, but instead enter and exit from the same side.

Detail view of waterproof stich consisting of two parallel seams

Once the cover was finished, I folded it over the sides of the canoe and started cutting one side to match the shape of the canoe. The cut side was now ready to be lashed to the frame, and after a few ties were in place (starting in the center of the canoe) I repeated the same process on the other side. I was working my way towards the front and back of the canoe on either side, making sure the skin cover had no wrinkles and was tight (but not too tight as the rawhide shrinks and tightens on its own as it dries).

Skin cover being attached to one side of the frame, with a lashing between each rib

With the skins on but still wet I decided to go for a test ride, and after stiching up a minor hole, there was almost no leaking. Since it was a hot and sunny day it didn´t take long for the skin cover to fully dry – time for the last step, the oiling & pitching of the canoe.

With the hides just put on and still wet, the canoe is ready for the first test...

...and is shown here after being dried and oiled.

Et voila – canoe finished! Or so I thought…which brings me to

 

Part II: Lessons

The cover was dry alright, but the shrinking action had opened up the seams too which meant the seams weren´t really waterproof anymore. What I realized then was that Inuit people usually pre-soak their boats prior to using them – this way the hide swells up around the seam and allows for no more water to come through. I decided to try another approach – pitching the seams similar to how it is done on birchbark canoes. Adding some powdered charcoal to melted pitch to help it set & harden, I covered the seams on both the inside and outside of the canoe with the mix.

Pitched seam on the inside of the canoe

As for the cover itself, it turned out that my first application of oil and pitch was leaning a little heavy on the pitch side – it kept being sticky even ater drying and therefore quickly adhere to anything it was touching -leaves, grasses, sticks…Scraping off the excess pitch and re-oiling the frame (with less pitch) seemed to remedy that.

Now…ready for the maiden voyage. There was some minor leakage and the sides of the canoe were a little lower than I had originally intended as the frame was warping somewhat during the drying process. Other than that, it seemed to work pretty well and it proved to be stable even on a windy lake. On another test ride, a stick protuding from a submerged tree trunk scraped along the bottom and got hung up at the seam, causing some leakage. Tamarack offered a practical suggestion for this particular issue – adding a keel pole to the bottom of the canoe, to protect the skin cover and seams from scraping on objects. And I can say, after going up and down creeks, through alder thickets and over beaver dams, that the keel pole truly works!

Keel pole on the upturned canoe

Something else I discovered on a longer canoe trip was that the skins do eventually absorb water (through prolonged rain or just being in the water, which, by the way, doesn´t mean that it´s leaking). And when this happens, the canoe gets a lot heavier – so heavy indeed that portaging become a lot more labor-intensive. I haven´t been able to find a way around that yet – maybe that´s just the way with skin boats (unless you use a modern varnish)…

A large gap along the seam...

Some lessons come the hard way, such as when I was re-pitching the seams after the aforementioned canoe trip. The next day I discovered that there were a number of holes along the seams. How cou that be, after just pitching it, and no prior holes? Closer examination left no doubt about it – the last application of pitch was so hot that it had melted through the hides! The lesson here seems obvious – make sure that the pitch has cooled down enough so it won´t damage the skin cover. I now test the pitch with my inger to make sure it´s not too hot. After weighing my options, I ended up cutting out the affected parts which gave me the oportunity to practice patching the boat.

...and the hole sewn up, prior to re-pitching.

Now, after having elaborated on all the “hang-ups”, I´d like to add that the skin boat is indeed a great pleasure to paddle…there´s a sense of connection and satisfaction that is unique to something crafted by one´s hands and the materials nature provides…

 

Resources

Feel free to contact me if you have any questions about the process, the canoe or anything related (just leave a comment and I´ll eventually get it, though it may take a while). I´d like to thank all the people who´ve been providing valuable information and suggestions, particularily Tamarack Song. Some books and websites were also particularily helpful, some of which I´m listing here for those who want to do more research about the subject:

– Skin Boats and Bark Canoes by E.T. Adney and H.I. Chappelle

– The Aleutian Kayak by Wolfgang Brinck

– http://www.bushcraft.ridgeonnet.com/building%20a%20canoe.htm

 

The joys of paddling...

 

 

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Blueberry Moon update

Hot & long days, occasional thunderstorms and a booming moskito population: We´re in the middle of the Green Season. During this Moon phase, the major berries of our area – blueberries and raspberries are ripening, and the local Natives oftentimes called this the Blueberry Moon since those small delicious berries harvested and dried in quantity for the coming winter. So far most of the berries are still green though…

As of late our clan has been focusing on repairing the major group structures of our camp – the summer arbour and the lean-to. Some of the horizontal poles that were supporting the roof of the summer arbour started sagging, and some of the vertical support poles were on the thin side, so we started out with replacing those. Some engineering effort was necessary as we replaced individual poles while leaving the roof intact (we moved the peat away from the roof section we were working at so there was less weight on the poles). The roof was also leaking in some areas, so we added a new layer of birch bark and added more peat on top of it. The peat helps to cover and weight down the bark so it doesn´t curl up in the heat, and it also helps to soak water.

Close-up of the summer arbour. The forked upright post supports the horizontal beams which hold the roof (the wedges fill out the space in between)

Alex and Chris add peat on top of the new birch bark

 

Speaking of peat -in order to create a solid, thick cover on the roof, we needed to dig upmore peat in a nearby bog. Picture yourself being in the water up to your belly, pulling at roots and chunks of peat while moskitoes and blackflies are looking for opportunities to feast on blood…

All of this group work has brought us closer together as a circle, and I really appreciate getting to know my campmates on a deeper level. Joy and challenges, reactions and empathy and support – it´s all there. Something else that has been very helpful in this process is sharing our Dreams. Every morning – usually around breakfast time – we get together for Dreamsharing, and provide each other with mirroring and feedback whenever it is necessary in order for us to flesh out the messages that our Dreams provide.

 

The summer arbour roof provides a nice vista of the pond...

 

 

 

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Canoe trip

Prior to the fire, I was just getting ready to head out on a canoe trip the skin boat was finished and ready to be tested, and I was working on some finetuning of other travel equipment. (I´ll cover the skin canoe and its construction in a separate post). During our sharings and reflections anbout the event and how to proceed from there, we came to the shared awareness that besides taking care of our immediate needs now, it was also necessary for us to continue following our passions. After our ceremony and material re-supplying, it was time for me to follow through on my trip…

Sometimes the creek was rather narrow...

I wanted to mainly explore parts of creek and river systems that I hadn´t checked out before, so I decided to take some renderedt and jerky along and supplement it with whatever I would fish and gather along the way. Fishing turned out to be poor, instead I got by with greens, insects and berries. The first three suns were quite rainy and so I got to really test and appreciate the raingear I had recently finished, which kept my upper body dry (though everything else was wet 😉 ).

Zagame (Moskito) and deerflies were pretty much constant companions, and when I wasn´t moving on foot or canoe the best way to keep them at bay was to build a fire.

Sometimes I observed rather comical events such as when I observed a beaver swimming around a curve in a creek and a duck approaching from the other side. As they made eye contact, they stared at each other for a couple seconds while drifting closer, and then simultaneously took off in their own ways – the duck flying away while quacking, the beaver splashing the water with his tail and diving away. Not sure who spooked whom first 🙂

Despite some minor leakage, the skin boat was holding up quite well and was going smoothly. One major disadnvantage (compared to fiberglass canoes of similar build) was the weight: After being in the water for a while or exposed to rain, the skins started swelling up and the weight increased tremendously. On portage trips it was necessary for me to carry the canoe and the equipment separately, whereas I´m usually able to carry everything in one trip.

A typical river scene as seen from the canoe

 

All in all, a very enjoyable trip, I enjoyed the continous exercise as well as the time for quiet contemplation and observation. After exploring all day for a Quarter Moon, it felt great to have the company of my campmates again and the amenities of a well-equipped basecamp. To be continued on other trips…

 

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Strawberry Moon happenings

This past Moon cycle marked the beginning of the berry season, with the tiny yet delicious strawberry being the first to ripen – a sweet taste of the abundance to come…

Much has happened during that time. The fire at Mashkodens has been a big lesson for all of us, and since Alex described it so eloquently in his post I´ll just add a few more personal things here.

The fire itself happened so quickly that my memories seem somewhat unreal, like I just saw it in a movie. There are lessons to be learned about how to deal/not to deal with a fire like this, at the same time I know we all did our best in the sitaution, and I´m grateful that this lesson came without anyone being seriously injured or the fire spreading much farther.

I found our process of working with the situation to be very powerful: We all got together and shared our raw feelings, to fully express what was there, before moving into the question: How did I/we contribute to this situation? We had a deep sharing of observations – some of which we may have had but didn´t express before. What is it that keeps us from truly being present and fully engaged within our circle? In a way I see it was a much needed wake-up call for getting out of our comfortable ruts and routines that don´t really serve us. And ultimately this helps us really coming together as a group and exploring our full potential…

…and letting go is part of that. The ceremony of letting go was a very personal and powerful experience – each one of us connected with something else that they wanted to let go of, empowered by a symbolic gift to the flames. For myself, it was about letting go of my attachments and expectations about how things should be so I can truly see what is there and grow into the person that I already am inside rather than what my ego thinks I should be.

After the fire...

For the time being, we decided to let the burnsite rest and the plants and animals return before moving into any (re-)construction. Our clan of four conveniently fits into the earth lodge, so there is no immediate need for building more structure.

With this coming Moon cycle, we´ll be working on improving the existing group structures – waterproofing the summer arbour and getting the lean-to ready for winter so we have a smoothly functioning camp that provides a comfortable environment for long-term living.

 

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Letting-Go Ceremony

As I sit in the Summer Arbor, I reflect on the ceremony we held two suns ago. The lightning and thunder shift further and further east, and the rain that was just a little while ago a soaking downpour is now down to a drizzle. A smoky fire gives us some warmth and comfort, and is keeping the hearth partially dry – as there are major leaks in the roof which channel water straight into the stone ring.

I am glad to behold a wood arbor full of firewood. I spent much of yesterday replenishing our supplies; they were quite pathetic, not at all adequate for the rains that are moving through. We were pretty wrapped up in replacing our burned-up supplies in town, and not very focused on camp upkeep. And two days ago we concentrated on cleaning up and restoring the burned lodge site, and the ceremony.

Chris proposed that before we clean the site, before we start to rebuild, we have a ceremony. A letting-go ceremony. This felt right to us…And so we set about contemplating on what we have to let go of. Now here, I will write only about myself, as this is a very personal matter. Each one of us had a profound experience, the significance of which is still unraveling.

We collected our intentions, thoughts, and token objects and headed over to the burn pile. In the misting rain, I kindled fire with my bow-drill, and we lit the pile. We used a tinder bundle (not coals from an old fire) to reinforce the sacredness of this event; neither did we borrow flame from this fire for other ones later on – for the same reason.

For a long time we stood around the fire, readying. Then we walked over to the site of the burned lodges – an empty space covered with charcoal and ash, remnants of wigwam posts protruding from the ground in charred sadness, dead and wilted trees bringing back memories of the leaping flames, heat and smoke. There we silently stood for a bit, and went back to the burn pile fire. We were now ready.

One by one we took out our special objects, and spoke about what they represented to us, what we were letting go of. Parts of ourselves that no longer serve us. We spoke of our intent, of how we wish to be.

My object was sand. My sister picked it up for me from that sandbox where I used to play as a child when she visited our old city, on the other side of the planet. Miraculously, the glass jar it was in survived the fire – with a few cracks.

From the ashes of the old comes the new. I saw that change happen when we sat down, as a circle, and spoke of the lessons we have learned from the lodge fire, particularly ones related to circle-consciousness. It was so beneficial to hear everyone’s perspective on how we can better ourselves as individuals.

In the same vein, I too began to seek something deeper. The fire destroyed many of my possessions, and so I began to really look at the question of whether I want to be out here – away from a larger community of people (I’ve been wrestling with this question from the beginning). I was guided to listen to my heart, and what I heard was that I need to know myself. Love myself. My patterns of getting distracted, judging, and looking for something better no longer serve me. I will always love my inner child – and he need not run for his life. As an adult, I will take responsibility for everything that happens in my life.

With these words and intent, I threw the fine-grained Baltic sand into the fire. As I did so, the little jar crumbled, as if the cracked glass knew the need to hold onto its former contents now passed. At the end, we held hands, and spoke a thanksgiving.

We spent the rest of the day bringing charcoal and debris from the site of the lodge fire to the burn pile. Then we covered the site with leaves from the forest. Toward the end, we worked in the rain. At last, we finished – the earth can start to heal. Completion.

Since the ceremony, the guidance of my heart continues to fill me. I am being shown to change my attitude of scarcity, for I am rich beyond words in the here and now – rich inmy relationship with the Greater Flow. I am shown to delight in being who I am, to give in the ways that are natural to me. To not fear death – it is just passing over into the realm of the ancestors. To remember and honor my connection to the ancestors. To take responsibility for everything that happens, to create my own reality. To know myself. To love myself. At this point, everything else is secondary – seems like life can take me to many places – yet this is the real journey.

 

Alex

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FIRE

It happened yesterday.  I heard the roar and crackling as I approached the camp.  “That doesn’t sound like a hide-smoking fire.. no.. it’s not.. I sure hope it’s not a structure fire…” It was.

I can still hear the roar when I write this.  And then memory brings back various scenes I’ll keep for a long time.  Flames leaping off the ground where the two wigwams used to be, Tomas and Coyote dousing them with water.  The Heat.  The Smoke.  We are frantic.. now I know what ants feel like when their nests are disturbed.  I join in, first moving as if in slow-motion, then faster as reality sets in.  We call back to each other, shouting directions for where to pour.  “I tried to pull stuff out..!” Coyote says, and then I notice the stuff from inside the lodges scattered all about.  Later I learn that once they realized they couldn’t contain the fire, they pulled out what could be gotten.  “Did you get the plastic box”?!  “No”.  A dread comes over me – most of my savings and documents are in that box.  It’s too hot to get to that area… oh wow…

Then we notice the fire has spread behind the lodges, and moments later the tops of the firs catch fire.  There is a greater need – to contain this, to prevent a forest fire.  I shift focus.  We douse the ground, but can’t reach the treetops.  I try to chop one down, concerned that it might spread farther if it’s standing – the tomahawk flies out of my friends.  Tomas yells “The tops will burn off and then it won’t spread!”  And so it doesn’t.

The heat is less intense now.  We dump on the perimeter, to prevent spreading.  Then Coyote yells in a strange voice which I mistake for a joke at first “the arbor is catching flame!”  There are a few flames and some smoke shooting out of the arbor’s roof in places.  The burning debree has landed in the peat and birchbark..  Coyote hoists me up and hands me buckets.  I throw burning peat off and douse.

And so we continue.  The fire slowly dies.  Then Tomas, looking shaken, speaks of being burned.  On face and arm.  I take a close look – his arm is peeling in a few spots, his face is red, there is some discoloration on the nose.  He goes to cool off in the pond, Coyote continues working on the fire, and I run to Nad’madewining.  “Focus,” I keep on telling myself.. “Focus.”  There is no one in the first house, and no one answers the radio.  I run to the other house, and find a crew of people chopping and stacking firewood.  Rose grabs her medical kit, and she and I head back, others following shortly.

When we get back, Tomas is still in the pond.  As he walks out, we realize he’s hypothermic.  We get him under covers, and over the next few hours Rose monitors his status as he warms up.  His first temperature reading was 93.6  F.  I’m relieved to learn that his burns are minor.  Then the others show up with buckets, and we douse what’s left of the smolder.  In the ashes, there are remnants of molten plastic, scraps of metal, bone, paper.  Later, we put these into the trash.  Once Tomas got better, we walked him out.  Coyote stayed in camp and kept an eye on things for a possible flare-up.  In the evening, it rained.  So hopefully, no remains of heat, and no root fires.

And that’s the story of the fire, still being written.  Everyone is alright.  Tomas got a few minor burns, and he and Coyote got some smoke inhalation.  Apparently, Tomas got burned when he started to pull stuff out – “I looked up and saw flames dropping from the ceiling..”!  They’re drinking Mullein tea.  We’re gradually calming down.  A bunch of things got destroyed – Tomas’s, Chris’s, and mine.  We’re taking stock.  I’m still assessing my damages – looks like they’re not as large as I first thought.  Tomas’s and Coyote’s efforts of pulling things out initially saved quite a bit.  Perhaps the most significant part of this event are the lessons.  To treat fire with respect, to be really careful.  It got started when a spark or a little burning piece fell off a roll of burning birchbark that was being carried to the hidesmoker.  It spread and went up very, very fast.  To rip off pieces of the burning lodge right away (putting water on the bundled grass doesn’t douse the inside – water just sheds); to chop away the neighboring lodges and get them further away.  To not store all possessions in a giant tinder-bundle (a.k.a. a wigwam).

And what now?  Clean up the rubble, and rebuild.  We have a bunch of marsh-grass in bundles (courtesy of last year’s seekers from the yearlong), birchbark, some spruce-root and hide rope.  Might have enough for one lodge.  A big change of plans for everyone.  Personally, this event, where I experienced the loss of many of my possession and money, is bringing to the fore some questions I’ve been sitting with for some time now – who am I?  How do I give of myself?  Where do I go in life?  Dreams have been a great guide.  Last night, the imagery was that of fire.. surprise-surprise!  And the message was one that has become familiar to me – to look deeper, suspend judgement, to be a question.

I’d like to express gratitude to everyone – my campmates, our support circle at Nad’Madewining.  As we worked together, we were One.  And to Brother Fire, and all living things that got damaged or killed in his lesson-giving.  I hope these lessons spread far and wide.

 

Alex

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