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December 3 2022 Work Party
Most of the English hawthorn in our original restoration area has been cut down – thank you Quinn! – to make way for a planned planting this spring. We clipped, sawed, and hauled tree limbs in wheelbarrows, as many as two hearts and four hands could, through beautiful white snow. Red berries dropped like jewels into sparkling cold puddles. Birds revealed their presence through song. Falling clumps of wet snow sprung branches into oscillations that reverberated the silence around us, the smell of wood smoke hung in the air. A small white dog bound through snow yipping with the pleasure of being alive, a human chasing behind. Little snow people…
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November 25 2022 Work Party (three years)
A song for us. We belong together — for these past three years, for many more. For always. *** We had a special guest at our third anniversary work party — constant, steady, wonderful, life sustaining rain. We felt the drumming of ki on hoods and hats, watched water meet wetland, observed ki seeking Swamp Creek in sinuous, braided strands over grass and rock and mud. All the while, clippers and shovels met blackberry canes and earth, carving out space for hidden ferns holding on and exiled plants we will one day invite back. Robins skittered across wet earth, snails nestled in the reed canary grass. It was wet and…
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three years
Today marks the three year anniversary of Swamp Creek Habitat Restoration Project. We do this work on the ancestral land of the first peoples of this region — the Coast Salish, the Muckleshoot, the Duwamish, the Sammamish, the Stillaguamish, the Suquamish —peoples who have stewarded this land since time immemorial and who are very much alive and present as good stewards of the land to this day. It is with gratitude to and because of them that we have the honor of tending to this land with the hope of restoring it to a healthy ecosystem where native insects, fish, birds, and mammals, including humans, can be sustained and thrive…
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November 13 2022 Work Party
We honor, on Orca Recovery Day, Tahlequah (J35), daughter of Princess Angeline (J17), sister to Moby (J44) and Kiki (J53), mother to Notch (J47), Ti-Tahlequah (no J number assigned), and Phoenix (J57). We remember the death of Ti-Tahlequah less than half an hour after her birth in 2018. We tell the story of Tahlequah’s grieving, how she carried Ti-Tahlequah’s lifeless body on her rostrum for 17 days while traveling approximately 1,000 miles with her pod around the San Juan Islands and interior waters of British Columbia. We recount how Tahlequah dove deeply to retrieve Ti-Tahlequah’s body when the dead calf slid from her and sank, how members of her pod…
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October 22 2022 Work Party
Suffering. I wish I had the words for anything at all. Instead feelings pile up, crashing against the inside of my skin. I wonder if you see the quickening. I wonder if you know what I cannot name. Supplication. I want to be in a different world. A world that knows slow. A more beautiful world, a world where we are wrapped in the magic of stars. I want us to know discernment. I want us to be wise. Intercession. Names flow like water over stones. They float on downy wings, whispering protective incantations into the air we breathe. We come together and fall apart, the whole of us shifting,…
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October 8 2022 Work Party
A song for you. And something I am working on right now: “When things fall apart and we’re on the verge of we know not what, the test for each of us is to stay on that brink and not concretize. The spiritual journey is not about heaven and finally getting to a place that’s really swell. In fact, that way of looking at things is what keeps us miserable. Thinking that we can find some lasting pleasure and avoid pain is what in Buddhism is called samsara, a hopeless cycle that goes round and round endlessly and causes us to suffer greatly.” –Pema Chödrön, When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice…
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September 25 2022 Work Party
We dug all the knotweed and pushed back the Himalayan blackberry regrowth. We identified a black locust tree, and once we knew, we saw them everywhere. We limbed up an English hawthorn and pulled up some reed canary grass. We connected, we learned, we grew, we stretched ourselves in all the best ways.
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September 1 2022 Work Party
We gathered at the peak of the mulch pile and learned who we were, rehearsing names until they lodged, like warm, polished stones, into hands and pockets and mouths and hearts. We talked of poop, bullfrogs, and poop again. We decided it wise not to run with clippers, pulled ivy with all our might, created survival rings around trees, plotted to return with saplings to grow the forest under our care. We worried over everything – the harm we do even as we care so very much and have the best of intentions to restore–the plants inadvertently clipped, the salamander tail severed, the bugs suddenly without home, the soil disturbed.…
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August 20 2022 Work Party
A song for you.
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August 13 2022 Work Party
Trailer, wheelbarrows, and root slayers. Canes pulled from ground and sky. Digging, cutting, sifting. Thorns drag across skin. Trees released. A clearing.
