We bury the heads of the deer we harvest in the fall into our garden beds over the winter. This allows the microbes, worms, etc. to feed and breakdown the fur and meat into a nutrient rich soil for the spring time. It’s amazing what a few months will do to a deer skull. Because the process of decomposition is slow and gentle it leaves an amazing amount of detail inside and out. To get the skull back together some reassembly is required but you can’t help to feel like an archaeologist during the process. I use a bone colored wood putty that does a great job at fusing the bone together and staying close to invisible. On this particular skull it was interesting to find a piece of my arrowhead lodged into the bone where the head and neck meet. I released that arrow 20 yards from its target. It was a clean pass-through shot and brought the deer to the ground immediately. In doing so the meat has provided for our family and parts that are usually left in the forest have been brought into our garden beds to enrich our vegetables. Getting the most out of what nature provides we feel closer to it.
Sidenote, It is important to cover the antlers with something. Squirrels will slowly shave them down to nothing.
We hope this latest post finds you doing what you need to do and feeling rewarded by it.
“We give thanks for all those who are moved, in their lives, to heal and protect the earth, in small ways and in large. Blessings on the composters, the gardeners, the breeders of worms and mushrooms, the soil-builders, those who cleanse the waters and purify the air, all those who clean up the messes others have made. Blessings on those who defend trees and who plant trees, who guard the forests and who renew the forests. Blessings on those who learn to heal the grasslands and renew the streams, on those who prevent erosion, who restore the salmon and the fisheries, who guard the healing herbs and who know the lore of the wild plants. Blessings on those who heal the cities and bring them alive again with excitement and creativity and love. Gratitude and blessings to all who stand against greed, who risk themselves, to those who have bled and been wounded, and to those who have given their lives in service of the earth.
May all the healers of the earth find their own healing. May they be fueled by passionate love for the earth. May they know their fear but not be stopped by fear. May they feel their anger and yet not be ruled by rage. May they honor their grief but not be paralyzed by sorrow. May they transform fear, rage, and grief into compassion and the inspiration to act in service of what they love. May they find the help, the resources, the courage, the luck, the strength, the love, the health, the joy that they need to do the work. May they be in the right place, at the right time, in the right way. May they bring alive a great awakening, open a listening ear to hear the earth’s voice, transform imbalance to balance, hate and greed to love. Blessed be the healers of the earth.”
Calming the waters by Kimberly Webber
Mal bit her lip, trying not to look at frazzled as she was by the random flashes of light that kept attempting to blind her. Even since the coronation she’d been stalked by reporters, at one point Fairy Godmother had even thrown a few out of the gardenbeds surrounding the classrooms. It made her want to tear her hair out. She wanted to be good, she really did, but she couldn’t even be herself with all the reporters circling, waiting for her to mess up. This perfect princess she put on wasn’t her and she was breaking inside.
Green eyes glanced around trying to spot her friends. Carlos was somewhere with Dude, Jay was busy flirting and Evie was dancing with Doug. A polite smile masked her frown, Ben was across the room talking politics and she didn’t want to bother him. Instead she made her way upstairs, giving Ben a final glance as she passed. Guests weren’t allowed upstairs but she had a feeling he’d make an exception for her. Stepping out onto a balcony overlooking Belle’s rose garden the fairy slid down to sit on the floor, back against the wall, eyes fixed on the flowers, finally able to breathe.