My health has been returning since I quit the Lyme Disease antimicrobials, which had been making me sick to the point I was thinking about death a lot.

My energy is back most days but I have to watch my heart rate and heart rate variability with an app that alerts me when my heart rate is too high. I am my worst following a day when I was feeling great and then did too much. Something about mitochondria not powering my muscles. It plagues people with “long Lyme,” “long Covid,” ME, and others.

I wear the armband all day and watch my “pace points” and try not to go over my limits. And so I am doing quite well. I’m learning to sit still more often which used to make me feel guilty, but I’m getting over it.

I give myself two hours without screens every night before bed (with rare exceptions, like now) and enjoy the quiet time.

My social life is expanding. I’ve spent hours recently on the phone with friends, mostly from years and decades ago. In town I occasionally meet with friends. Sometimes friends come to visit.

Mostly I value my solitude. Serendipity has had videos pop up about autistics being like this, so I feel confirmed in the rightness of my habits.

My sense of purpose has been up and down, but that feels appropriate for the huge life changes I am in right now.

I feel hopeful, and enjoy my design work and physical work in this house.

My plans for the 40 acres have evolved and then been canceled or postponed, depending on how a few conversations continue over the summer. I hope to have a plan for it by fall.

My brain sometimes fatigues for days in a row, but then I have good days – enough that I can begin catching up on the things that I got way behind on over these last nine years.

My heart also demands the quiet time. The “at least one” heart attack I had has left one of my chambers not working quite right. Back in the 90s, an EKG detected my second ventricle being a little slow. An echocardiogram recently showed one chamber of my heart is enlarged.

For me, that means some days I feel real weak. But then other days I feel able to do almost anything I want, and I might work most of the day, but now I pace myself better and don’t move so fast.

This morning, I watched while Josh and Scotty blew insulation into the attic. In preparation, last Tuesday I asked Josh to put down better catwalks across the rafters, and then I went up to look at something and coach Josh, when I realized it really wasn’t a one-person job. So for the next two hours, I was crab-walking across rafters four-feet apart while hunched under rafter struts 3 feet from the attic floor, and turning around and occasionally other sorts of unusual movements.

(Over the decades, I’ve kept in shape pretty well until these last few years, and have always kept my flexibility. And I still strongly welcome every opportunity to be physically active, and I am really happy I can still do things like this.)

After doing that work and all the next day, my muscles were incredibly sore. But today I felt pretty good. I was glad not to be climbing up there again, glad to be taking it easy, and I’m grateful to be in such good health.

The big issues that have been bothering me about my health this year, I’ve been dealing with. I’ve seen my nurse practitioner and naturopath, had tests and imaging, and none of them are too serious.

My heart is the biggest concern, so I’m taking supplements and amending my diet to clear the calcium from my arteries and support my heart in every way I know. And I wear the armband daily so that I don’t stress my heart. Or I don’t do that too often!

My left knee I still am conscious of and move more carefully because of it. I just got an MRI and will talk to the doctor about it next Tuesday, I believe it’s going to show that I have a little break on the edge of my meniscus cartilage, and if I am careful there’s probably nothing I need to do.

My neck is interesting. Looking back on my whole life, there have been 3 main things that have not been good for my spine. First, when my orthodontist tried to “fix my jaw” which he’d just called “too masculine” by moving my teeth forward so that I couldn’t chew or speak properly unless I pulled my jaw back toward my neck – that caused a constant tension in the back of my neck, as well as various other symptoms of TMJ which bothered me for 58 years – until Invisalign moved my teeth back to their natural location (almost there )and of course that has had some effect on my spine – so I’m wondering how this new positive readjustment for my jaw might affect my neck.

Next thing to challenge my spine, learning how to walk like a model, we girl-women were all told to “tuck our butts.” That flattened my lower spine which has changed the shape of every vertebra throughout my spine. I’ve been working to change that bad postural habit, unsure how much I can accomplish.

And then I got the concussion and whiplash seven years ago.

My last x-ray shows my cervical spine making almost a right angle, I think between C3 and C4. The orthopedist said it “was scary.” When I asked her what sort of solution she had for a scary neck, she said, (of course) Surgery. I then asked for a referral to a physical therapist, and I just had my second appointment there yes@day. I’m feeling really good about it.

Being able to crawl around in the attic like I did two days ago, and then be able to do everything the physical therapist asked me to do my first days there, and then just know that I can twist and turn in every direction and move my head freely (only a crunchy or two) – is great. I just need to build the right kind of strength in my neck.

I’ve been off all my Lyme medications for maybe six weeks, and life has been on a bumpy but upward trajectory. Every now and then I feel a pin prick here or there (Lyme syndrome), so I will get another blood test in August.

I’ve been getting blood tests for the naturopath about every four months. In the beginning I had high blood counts of about eight different viruses, bacteria, mold, etc., all typical of Lyme. In my most recent test, every single number was underneath not only the American Medical Association’s threshold, but underneath the lower, independent Lyme researchers’ threshold.

I am also getting tests for a bazillion other good markers, like vitamins, minerals, hormones, etc. The few foods and formulas she’s prescribed for me have brought me back into balance.

Every morning when I wake up, I work a selection of favorite games in the New York Times and correspond with my sister, sharing our scores and commenting about them and about our days. I figure it’s good to check in with someone daily, for anyone living alone, and it’s also a brain check daily. I’ve heard a lot of people have strokes and don’t even know it, so I figured these games can be something to let me know in case that ever happens.

Then I get about my day of cooking healthy food, remembering all my supplements, and attending to house cleaning, maintenance, watering plants, taking care of the cat, and taking care of my list of to-do’s.

Spiritually, I feel I’m coming out of a 30-year Dark Night of the Soul. I know I have Helpers on nearby dimensions. I have documented scores of experiences that assure me of their existence. I have been healed by them as well, quite a few times.

For what purpose? I don’t know. But every challenge I’ve faced has taught me something I’ve realized I needed to know.

And I am grateful for my life.

It’s been some years since I felt like sharing the highlights of my life, and I’m glad to have the energy again to now take up the task.

Eighteen months ago, I bought a fixer-upper home with funds provided by my father when he died. Thank you, Dad.

I said many times, “I’m rescuing this strawbale home.”

I didn’t like seeing a strawbale building on the market setting such a bad example for this wonderful construction type.

I had seen the obvious things it needed and wanted to save it before the maintenance issues made it worth nothing. However, there were MANY non-obvious problems I would soon encounter. And they have made these last 18 months incredibly difficult.

Nevertheless, I’m proud to report on my progress. Here are the major accomplishments:

1 Redesigned the photovoltaic system, pulling the batteries out of a recessed place in the floor of the utility building to a safer place above grade, adding more solar panels and another inverter and controller. (Thanks to my friend Kelly Cranston for his huge contributions!) This huge project took over a year to complete.

2 Repaired broken plaster that was damaging the straw bales in three places and would have destroyed the home eventually. Began 18 months ago, still working on the finishes.

3 Redesigned the water harvesting system, from gutters to downspouts to plumbing, moved the existing tanks and added more storage. Huge project, recently finished. Planning to paint the tanks and surround them with vegetation.

4 Organized and stored every single thing that could have a future use, everything from firewood kindling and odd pieces of metal to very useful plumbing and building materials.

5 Hauled away many truckloads of trash, dragged from all around the house and out in the desert. (So beautiful to see the desert natural again without those visual interruptions.) Also removed truckloads of mistletoe and bucketfuls of thorny goat heads. Removed snake habitat from the fenced backyard.

6 Replaced two damaged windows with sun-melted plastic tracks, keeping them from closing.

7 Replaced a charming but severely deteriorating ocotillo patio roof with a steel roof to harvest more water.

8 Untangled the plumbing connecting the water pump, filter, pressure tank, and solar storage tank, which had been revised too many times in a too-small space (making every handiman and plumber who saw it back away, moaning about what a mess it was), moving it all indoors (original location?) and making all the parts accessible for any future work (or that was the theory – more on the actuality later). Also removed the outdoor structure previously enclosing them, creating greater visibility down the driveway. And moved the water tanks from near the front door to a less intrusive location.

9 Created a beautiful flagstone patio in the front, repurposing the flagstone scraps from other locations, tying together the house and utility building, providing a nice walking and sitting experience there.

10 Added shade to the east and west ends of the utility building, moderating the summer temperature inside. It had been unbearable as it was, and is now very pleasant year-round.

11 Created an artsy 10’ long fence and gate connecting the house and utility building (backdrop to the flagstone), using scrap metal and found items around the property to make the backyard private.

12 Removed excessive crushed quartz in the backyard (making it difficult to walk) onto pathways around the house, and added native vegetation for bird and bee habitat, herbs, and summer-long greenery, plus two little ponds for wildlife. Repaired stone borders around gardens, and added a fence to hide trash and recycling.

13 Repaired three sets of sliding glass doors on the utility building, and removed and rebuilt 44’ of termite damage!

14 Removed a very dilapidated chicken coop and scrap-fenced yard from the entryway to the property, now an excellent place for friends to camp and offering a beautiful, natural summer sunset view.

15 Created diversion ditches, dams, swales and berms to hold water on the land and keep sheet flow off the driveway and the road.

16 Raised one side of the back patio roof so it now drains toward the garden and not the house!!

Half the time I’ve been in good health. The other half, I’ve struggled so hard just to feed myself and often wondered whether I’ve taken on too much and should just sell and leave. When nomad friends invited me to events, I mourned that I was stuck here. Why stuck? The house and cat needed me.

Yes, this house came with a cat – so traumatized with PTSD, I’ve been very hesitant to leaving him for more than a few hours, though I have a couple of times. He had been left here when the family left, apparently having hidden when the other cats got in vehicles to drive away. So he was fed dry food by neighbors for 7 months, from January through July, fending for himself with the cold and heat. With lots of love, we’ve learned each other’s ways and are now getting along very well.

The first major challenge with this house was brought on by the home inspector who flipped the “disconnect” switch on the photovoltaic system up, down, up, down, up, then smirked and left. The label for “disconnect” was at the top, but to disconnect, the switch should be set down. So the batteries began discharging and I didn’t recognize it, as I hadn’t had time to read the 200 pages of inverter and controller owners manuals, when so many other things needed to be attended to. Including that the house was so dang HOT! But cooling it would require working batteries, which were soon to die, though I didn’t know it immediately.

A strawbale house usually utilizes a lot of thermal mass to hold the temperature steady inside – but this house had had NO cooling for the most brutal months of summer and was 94 degrees inside. It would take a LOT of cooling to reduce the temperature of all that plaster and concrete in the house. I quickly became overheated and couldn’t think well. Besides that, there were no screens on the windows, and I was bit in the night by kissing bugs which make one weak and sick. Then, one day, having fallen asleep mid-day in the shade of the back patio, I woke after the sun had begun shining on me, my heart racing chaotically from the heat. Some survival part of me grabbed my water, poured some in my mouth and the rest on my body, and I came back somewhat to my senses, but only somewhat. The next day, I drove to town to keep cool in some air conditioning, but found I had very little energy for walking. I noticed security people in the Tucson Mall keeping an eye on me as I struggled to walk from bench to bench. I believe I’d had a heat stroke the previous afternoon in combination with the kissing bug bites. Thankfully, I was mostly back to normal in a few days.

Meantime, I discovered my battery issue and began trying to find help. No one local knew what to do with my system. Even experts rarely want to mess with something designed by someone else, so I was on my own. For weeks, even in this heat, I tried to use no power, hoping to save the batteries. The 48 V system dropped all the way down to 24.1 V – which means I was right on the edge of losing the entire bank of batteries which had just been installed new a few months ago at a cost of $3,200. And there was no sense in replacing them if I couldn’t understand why they were losing power. I’d discovered the disconnect error (intentional by that smirking home inspector??) and reconnected it, but the batteries were now so low that the inverter didn’t want to recognize or charge them. I needed help from a friend (Yay, Kelly, again!) to lead me through a series of actions that would trick the system into thinking it was 24 V, so it would charge again, then when it had charged them enough, we tricked it into thinking it was a 36 V system, and it recharged some more. Finally, we tricked it one last time, got the batteries up over 48 V – actually all the way to 57.5! – and I’ve been using them happily (and carefully) ever since. Along the way, I learned a lot about my system, so that’s good.

At first I used Angie’s List and Thumbtack to find workers, as well as Facebook pages for the area, and hired people to help with a whole range of tasks. I often had three crews working on three projects at once. Sometimes I missed people doing exactly the wrong thing, or stealing things. In one case, I had to pay to have someone’s work entirely demolished and hauled away. Then one worker, whom I’d depended on for excellent work, suddenly began screwing up. For one, he ignored the plans we’d discussed many times for straightening out the plumbing, and he ignored the signs I’d pasted on the walls indicating where everything should go, and instead laid it out in a way I’m now in the process of redoing, and he poured concrete all around it. That’s just one thing he did before I fired him.

Eventually I found trustworthy handimen, and continue to work with them three days a week. No more hiring and expecting anyone to do what I’ve asked, I now stay right there and work alongside them as long as I have the energy – which is good for me. I’m getting lots of hours of physical labor outdoors, which feels great.

One night early on here, I woke to the sound of a huge crash, and the next morning was able to see what had happened on the security cameras – though there’s definitely some mystery here. A band of javalinas had been in the utility building where the neighbors had stored cat food for the cat (and the sliding doors were open, not yet repaired). On the video, I can see a strange bright light descend inside from the north central ceiling, swing to the south central side of the ceiling, then swoop toward the sliding glass doors and one camera, then one glass door bowed out and burst, releasing a surge of glass and 7 javalinas. Then the light from inside seems to shine from outside, as all the shadows changed! An orb? I will soon post a video I made of the event. Skeptics have asked me to send my original video, and I have, and they’ve offered no further skeptical remarks.

Other times my surveillance cameras have caught coyotes, skunks, a bobcat twice, moths and mice, and LOTS of strange, very fast-moving lights that often appear inside the utility building or west of the building, like this single frame taken from an hour of equally dramatic footage. My conclusions are still open, but it seems as though I might have bought a house and utility building sitting on a portal of some sort. There have been a few events like this – that I’ve seen. I don’t often watch the cameras as it can be such a time stealer.

Last year, I also had a very odd, altered-state (it seems) experience when I was outside, assessing the plumbing to and from the water storage tanks. Suddenly, I was coming to consciousness with my foot bent radically, wedged inside a trench between the wall and a pipe. Some part of me coached myself to extract my foot and, in two separate actions, returned it half-way to its normal position, then the other half of the way – though my conscious mind cannot tell you exactly how it was (too shocking to stay in conscious memory, I guess) and what exactly I did to straighten it. I crawled back to the house, removed my shoe, and sat with my hands on my foot, reminding my bones, muscles, and every other part, “You remember perfection, you remember perfection.” I was on crutches and using a walker for a month, eventually showing NO damage. I still have no idea how I ended up with my foot in the trench.

The night of January 1 this year, I stayed up a little later than usual and found myself staggering around the house. Thinking I was just tired, I went to bed, but the cat climbed on my chest and began pounding me with his front paws. Eventually I realized: This is different. Something is happening I need to pay attention to. So I wondered if there was something making me stagger besides my tiredness, and I got out a hand-held flammable gas meter, calibrated it outside, then came inside, and it began screaming! I turned it off, opened the doors and windows to clear out the house and cleared my head! I also turned off the propane to the gas stove. Since then, I’ve had four other events like that in these four weeks, some with slightly different apparent characteristics, sometimes getting high readings near the floor, other times near the ceiling and not the floor, sometimes making me worry the strawbale walls were not properly repaired, might be composting and giving off methane near the floor and ceiling! Sometimes I’ve gotten higher readings from the sinks, making me think it was the plumbing, not the stove or walls. So five January nights, I’ve been up late with all the doors and windows open in near-freezing weather, losing all my home’s heat. I’ve been wearing ski pants and my heaviest winter clothes inside. And the mystery is still unfolding.

Some friends who have been “targeted,” as I believe I have been, have shared stories of their homes being poisoned with gases delivered through the rooftop vents or windows or even from septic system access. My confusing gas readings caused me to contact the hand-held gas detector company, and they sent me a new one, which has given me very different readings – still quite the mystery, nothing clear. So I’m on my guard, always turning off the propane, and keeping the gas meter handy.

I tried gardening last year, but because the earth is so sandy, I wasted a lot of water which ran right through. So I moved a new avocado tree into a pot in the front window of the utility building and will be moving a small Desert Gold peach there in February. I have plans to enclose the inside south of the utility building (with great solar windows) with greenhouse fabric, so I can isolate my growing plants and their humidity and mold spores, etc, from the rest of the building. Eventually, I hope to have a small herb-growing operation inside.

This place is now beautiful, even though there’s still lots to do. I welcome friends to visit.

This is my new homestead, 30 minutes from Tucson. It’s a plastered straw bale home on 4 acres, off-grid, with photovoltaic system, roof-harvested water, 9,000 gallons of water storage, and a 24’ x 48’ greenhouse – so much potential!

Room for nomads to camp and lend a hand, earn some bucks. Good drainage delivers water through the land, ready for capture. Neighbors 1/4 mile away. Peaceful!

Praying for considerate helpers to arrive….

I pass on this essay because it honors dreams, quiet listening, and promises of healing:

In memoriam, Pamela and Elizabeth Mayer

I have a recurring dream in which I find another room in my house that I hadn’t known was there. Once it was a perfect little pantry off the kitchen; in one dream I only discovered it by noticing an unfamiliar window at the back of the house; one time it was a 3-room attic I had to crawl to get into. Each time I awaken from these dreams, I realize that taking up residence in the new room means entering another phase of my life.

In this week’s dream I discovered another bedroom, dusty with piles of old bedsheets and quilts littering the floor. It was a total mess and I’d have to clean it up before I could sleep there.

When I awoke it was clear the dream was telling me to clean up my act from top to bottom, and not a moment to waste.

So, during this quiet time of rainy days in Vermont, I will hunker down and take it on, sifting through all my internal rubbish piece by piece.

I’ve started making a list – a pretty distasteful enterprise, to be sure – and it includes things like the need to self-justify; childish greed; judgments on just about everything; jealousy; vanity – not meanness, I am happy to note, but certainly pettiness.

I suspect that most of us carry around similar sins, and like me, try and hide them. But right now I’d like to try and bring each one of mine into the light, and feel deep into the humiliation of seeing my worst self – no holds barred.

It hurts. But I also find it refreshing to stomp around and shake out those dirty sheets, sneezing from the dust and opening every window to give the room a good airing.

I’m very curious to know how I will use this new room in my house and how I will furnish it. It’s a bedroom, so I imagine I will do some sleeping and dreaming here, but what else?

I’m thinking it might make a good sanctuary room, a space for lighting candles and offering up prayers; a place for quiet reflection, for healing.

Just yesterday I got a clue for this, taking a rain-walk with a friend at Manitou, a forest sanctuary I helped create many years ago on the land of a beloved friend 20 years my senior, Pam Mayer. Pam’s daughter Lisby, a good Berkeley friend, had brought her mother to meet me when she was visiting California, and we sort of fell in love. She was 79 then, and we couldn’t stop talking. So I spent the next summer working with her at this blessed land in rural Vermont, and it changed my life.

My job there was to get to know Manitou’s 235 acres intimately by walking them daily and, as a healer, feel for those places I sensed to be healing sites – like acupuncture points in the landscape. That was where we would site gathering places for community programs.

During those weeks of solo wandering in these dense woods, I came upon a large rockfall that, on closer inspection, seemed to be the ruins of an ancient chamber. I recognized the components: gigantic capstone; stacked-rock walls; deep, hidden ‘cave’ – even though it was completely collapsed in on itself.

Man-made rock formations like this – even intact ones – can still be found around New England, and are often referred to as Indian root cellars, although I suspect they are much older than that, and considerably more mysterious. So it wasn’t a complete surprise to come upon a ruined one in these back woods, but amazing that Pam hadn’t noticed it before.

That day, alone in the woods, I scrambled up the rocks to the broken capstone, sat down and drifted into a doze. Right away I heard a ‘message’ inside my head:

‘Look for a glittering stone, it said. ‘Listen well…’

What was that? I began to listen hard!

That evening I called Pam in high excitement, and over the next few days we came back there together. No, I wasn’t crazy, as both of us were receiving ‘messages’, astonished by the relevant wisdom that came through to each of us. We spent hours each day in the silent woods that summer, surrounded by birdsong and spinning spiders, listening and talking softly of what we had heard. They were teachings, simple but profound, and bonded us even more deeply.

It is many years ago now, but I have followed every instruction I heard there: indeed, I found the glittering quartz stone that first day, and subsequently had a rather remarkable healing with my mother.

We were told in detail what the larger, more cosmic work of Manitou entailed, and what each of our places was in that process. If I had expected to hear something grandiose for myself, I received the opposite. I was told that my work was to confront my own fear and negativity with love and optimism in every way I could think of.

“Start there. The more frightened you are of what is happening in the world,” I heard one day, “the more you must search for the positive aspects, even the humor, in that fear. Use your fear!”

I was urged to learn how to love by looking for the Grand Design of the Universe!

Well!!

“What is the glue that holds the world together?” I heard one day. “It is love! Know how to love, and you will know just how vast the world is that you live in.”

The ‘voice’ was gentle but uncompromising, and did not tell us how to do what we had to do. That was our job. What it made clear was that our physical world was informed by a much greater reality than we imagined – that only our hearts could intuit the enormity of the invisible, encompassing universe.

Of course I have rarely spoken of this directly and out loud, as it is not the language most of us speak, but at this historical moment in the world when the climate is changing disastrously and the Democrats are as infantile as the Republicans, I think it may be time for me to speak openly of what I learned.

(It is actually why I write these brief, upbeat pieces on serious subjects.)

So let’s try this:

Our little solar system with its tiny jewel of an endangered planet we call “Earth” is only one small part of an invisible, conscious Cosmos of multi-dimensions within and beyond Time and Space. This intricate, but ultimately simple Cosmos has been called by many names in many traditions: ‘God’ is one way. ‘Love’ is another.

The largest, all-encompassing pattern informs the smaller patterns, down to the motions in our cells, in matter itself, and all levels are in perfect balance with themselves, with one another and with the Cosmos.

Everything that we humans do – both individually and as a species – requires that to remain healthy we must reflect the ultimate intelligent pattern of the Cosmos, and that is what we are here to learn. When we deviate from that template, we create mayhem.

Two days after taking my rainwalk at Manitou, I was surprised to run into Pam’s son Mike in town! I didn’t even know  he lived here! We decided to take a walk together in the Manitou woods on my last day in Vermont.

Meeting just before sunset, we wandered the trails, catching up after years – actually, we had only met a few times years ago – and told each other stories of Pam and Lisby, both of whom had since died, Lisby leaving several years before her mother. We stopped at the spot Pam had called “the In-Between Place”, between bog and forest, and as the woods grew darker and darker we found ourselves grieving their loss together.

We wept in each others’ arms, unburdening a shared sorrow that few others might understand, as Lisby and Pam had lived on different sides of the country and had quite different communities. Except for family, most people knew either one of them, or the other, but not both. But I had intimately known both of them, and so had Mike.

The Manitou woods sheltered us in our grief, holding us in balsam-scented darkness, absorbing our tears.

These woods were and are healing sanctuary, still fulfilling Pam’s vision for the land. At that particular moment in time it was a healing container for 2 of the people most dear to her, and I imagined her gazing at us through the dimensions, absolutely delighted!

Mike and I wept until there were no more tears and then we laughed at ourselves, relieved. Before we left the woods Mike gave me a big bear hug so strong I felt my spine crack in just the spot that has needed readjustment for weeks.

A healing joke!

The land heals, and often in unexpected ways.

Please remember that!

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“Whatever else happens, either everything is a miracle, or nothing is.”

Albert Einstein

I used to be a dancer, and am most moved by beautiful dance.  Just watching dance triggers those electrical impulses through me, and I am so satisfied by the viewing.

I’ve watched this at least ten times now, the last few times without sound.  At the very end, the producer matches the dancers with the animals – which I pause to enjoy.  We see parakeets to start, blue-footed boobies, cranes, foxes, flamingos.

Such a lovely tribute to the simple gestures of physical love.

Delightful!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HlFpt7k1oLI

 

I love this portrayal of Nikola Tesla – as so from somewhere else, in his perceptions and strange ways – not caring about money, telling the truth even when it’s rude, sorta like Mork only Tesla’s truths weren’t being played for comedy, and they offended powerful men’s egos and threatened the capitalist control of energy, so that was the end of Tesla.

(All the ways Tesla is weird, I totally feel for.)

Made in 1980 in Croatia with suspense soundtrack – c to a great movie experience!

With Orson Welles as J.P Morgan.

I post this as more than just a fun night, though.  I think this movie is about Tesla as, genuinely, someone from somewhere else.

Published first in the Silver City Daily Press Independent:

What do a garden and a medicine cabinet have in common?  Herbs, of course!

Is it realistic for a homemaker to actually provide medicine to the household from the garden without a lot of trouble, mess, education, and maybe even danger?  I think not.  Let’s talk about it.

Let’s start with danger.  Nearly everyone agrees, including medical researchers, that pharmaceuticals, used properly and improperly, contribute to one of the largest causes of death in the United States.  Herbal remedies, on the other hand, have been working very well for thousands of years.  Herbalist Monica Rude of Desert Women Botanicals explains that pharmaceuticals are pathology-oriented, whereas herbs are used more to promote health and support the body’s natural ability to heal itself.  There’s always room for caution, of course, whether using manufactured or natural medicines, so some education is required whichever route your choose.

Harvesting herbs from your yard and making pure medicine in the kitchen can be a satisfying, cost-saving, and health-improving step.

Will it require a lot of effort?  Herbalist Naava Kronenberg, of Bear Creek Herbs, told me last year that she first decided to grow herbs long ago after her vegetable gardening attempts in the desert had been discouraging.  “Herbs are easy,” someone had told her, and she said she discovered that was true.

Herbs are often easy because they create their own pest-control with natural chemicals that also help protect us against our pests – bacteria, viruses, mold, etc.  Herbs also tend to be drought-tolerant or thrive in a dry environment.

Best, many herbs are perennial, meaning you’ll put them in the ground one year and enjoy them for many years to come, a permanent part of your landscaping, requiring very little work.

Will I have to learn a lot?  This depends on how much you want to know.  To learn what you need about a single herb might take twenty minutes to compare a few different sources.  Herb stores and thrift stores have books on the subject, and lots of information can also be found free online, of course.  And many herbalists like Monica offer classes on how to dry and process herbs and then make tinctures.  If you take one herb at a time, you can learn a lot over the course of your life, little by little.

Herbs that grow easily in Southwest gardens are often also quite beautiful – so easy and beautiful you’ll wonder why you didn’t plan to grow and use them long before now.  And they also will provide you flowers throughout much of the year.  Just remember to educate yourself on specific medicinal uses beyond this very brief introduction.

Below are some obvious favorites for the Southwest and a few of their uses to inspire you:

Lavender – one of the most useful, all-around herbs.  Besides smelling lovely, it can be used in salves and tinctures to clear infections, and has many other uses including relaxation and anti-inflammation.

Catnip – for a relaxing tea to prepare for sleep.

Mint – for stomach ache or indigestion.

Rosemary – stimulates circulation and eases nerves.

Mugwort – strengthens digestion and the nervous system.

Lemon balm – calming stress relief.

Echinacea – combats flu and colds.

Holy Basil – for stress and anxiety.

Motherwort – heart calming.

Yarrow – heals wounds, stops bleeding, reduces fevers.  It grows best in “poor soil” with lots of light – perfect in the Southwest!

Hyssop – gargle for sore throats and viral infections.

Comfrey – anti-inflammatory, and for skin wounds.

Yerba mansa – for colds and other infections.  Will only grow “with its feet wet,” so I have mine in its original black bucket, sitting in the basin of a fountain.

Oregano – for infections and general tonic.

All these plants can give you multiple benefits (green, flowers, medicine, food for bees, etc.) for very little work on your part – the lazy gardener’s dream!  Just take it little by little, one plant, one medicine at a time.

This essay was published in the Silver City Daily Press Independent on September 24.

That naked man or woman (from last month’s column) still stands in the shower, this time with shampoo bubbles sliding down the body – containing known carcinogens.  This is especially troubling as the warmth of a bath opens one’s pores to drink up the chemicals from scalp to toes.  And it happens to millions every day America.

Our Food and Drug Administration allows hundreds of toxic chemicals (banned in other nations) to be added to the products we pour on our bodies, wash our towels and sheets with, swish in our mouths, “clean” with, and consume – even with evidence mounting that, alone, they cause cancer and in combination we can only guess at their danger.  Even toothpaste tubes for children warn that the paste should not be swallowed and, if it is, Poison Control should be called!

Just holding flouride toothpaste in the mouth allows the chemical to be absorbed into the body, as it’s intended, despite studies showing it’s linked to neurological damage in children and adults.

Laundry soaps, fabric softeners, “cling”-abaters, odor cover-uppers, furniture polishes, upholstery and carpet foams, silver polishes, degreasers, and so on – many containing chemicals that cause cancer.

What’s a thinking home maker to do?  Consider these options.

1) Shop carefully, reading labels, avoiding everything with a strange-sounding name.  Downside:  research may be daunting, and you might not find much.

2) Change where you shop, seeking out your local “alternative” health food store or coop to find cleaning products with few and simple ingredients.  Downside:  They might cost a little more, and you might not find everything you’re looking for.

3) Best:  opt for simple ingredients in non-fancy packages, like pure soap, borax, washing soda (sodium carbonate – one of those chemical names you might not realize is okay when beginning your research), white vinegar, ammonia, baking soda, salt, hydrogen peroxide, cream of tartar, lemon juice, etc!  Then go online (or find a book, perhaps at your grandmother’s?) for recipes for cleaning just about anything. Downside: time to mix simple recipes – but less time than needed to pay for toxic products.  Besides, it’s fun, they work, and they’ll save a lot of money.

Recently I began to make my own baking soda toothpaste with coconut oil and peppermint – but also with Xylitol, which made it sweet and provided an extra abrasive, though I had concerns about its true “naturalness” and whether it would actually be non-toxic with a name like that.  Just before this paper’s deadline, I learned from an online Naturopath that Xylitol is not considered safe – and his alternative was bentonite clay, ironically what I’ve been using for years in my mouth in a different manner than toothpaste.  I use it like a poultice around any tooth that might feel sensitive, to help draw out bacteria.  I’ll soon mix up a new batch of toothpaste with bentonite clay, which both draws bacteria and can also help remineralize our teeth!

Downside of any coconut oil and baking soda toothpaste:  A little care to not mix it too greasy – though that’s an easy fix by adding more soda.  Second, we need to create a new habit for spitting, because the oil would clog up our home’s plumbing, so we need to get it instead inside the trash.  The up-sides win with cost, non-toxicity, and healing properties.

Recipes for cleaning nearly anything with non-toxic ingredients an be found with a web-search for “old-fashioned cleaning recipes,” “home-made toothpaste,” or shampoo, etc.   Take it little-by-little, but do it!

Detoxify your home, and keep the polluters from unloading their poisons into your home!  It’s clear that no one will do that but us.

(Take any toxic products you want to be rid of to the next hazardous waste collection, so they don’t wind up in our aquifer,  coming back later on our heads, thank you!)

Jean Eisenhower has been writing for local and international publications since the 1980s, winning a few awards along the way.  She writes on home and garden design and other subjects at JeanEisenhower.com and HomeAndGardenInspiration.net.