Pumpkin Hollow Farm

Seven Years in Farmgirl School

I was standing in the kitchen of the tiny farmhouse we lived in out on the prairie.  A small school bus turned into the winding dirt drive and proceeded towards the house.  Dust pulled up behind it as it bounced along.  I yelled to Doug in the next room, “Did we have a school group …

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The Yule tree is always a conifer because evergreens survive the winter and they are a sign of hope and renewal. I worked with a lovely Comanche elder for years and he told me the story about taking his children to gather cedar for ceremony.  As the children watched, he asked the tree if he …

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  I have a rather unique profession.  A calling, if you will.  I have a knowledge that used to be well known.  There were and always will be the medicine people that know intimately the plants and make most of the medicine for the tribe and community.  However, everyone ought to have some basic knowledge.  The …

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You want to know who’s a real medicine man?  He’s the one who doesn’t say, “I’m a medicine man.”  He doesn’t ask you to come to him.  You’ve got to go and ask him and you’ll find he’s always there among his people. He doesn’t go off to the city and open an office.  Once …

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