God of the Vine
Posted: September 19, 2025 Filed under: Art & Healing, consciousness, In the Kitchen, Little Green Thumbs, What is an Art Farm | Tags: ancient-greece, Dionysus, feminism, Lou Salome, Neitzsche, Rodin 1 Comment
In the annals of wise women, Lou Andreas-Salomé’s name is writ large. Born February 1861 in St. Petersburg, Russia to parents of French Huguenot and Northern German descent, she was the youngest of six children, the only girl. She attended her brothers’ classes learning Russian, German and French, rejected the orthodoxy of her family’s Protestant faith but embraced philosophy, literature and religion. She attended the University of Zurich – one of the few schools then accepting women – and studied logic, history of philosophy, ancient philosophy, psychology and theology.
At the age of 21 she met Friedrich Nietzsche, who immediately fell in love with her. But she rejected his advance, instead wanting to live and study as “brother and sister” and form an academic commune along with Paul Ree, a German author. Nietzsche accepted and they toured Italy with Salomé’s Mother.
One of the titans of German Philosophy, at the age of 24 Nietzsche had been named the Chair of the Department of Classical Philology at the University of Basel. He remains among the youngest tenured professors of Classics in the history of academia. His brilliance was to an extreme.
Walter Kaufmann, in his classic work “The Portable Nietzsche” wrote, “There are philosophers who can write and those who cannot. Most of the great philosophers belong to the first group. There are also, much more rarely, philosophers who can write too well for their own good – as philosophers.” Plato, he says is one example while “Nietzsche furnishes a more recent and no less striking example.”
Lou Salomé was his muse, which she later became to Rainer Maria Rilke – the great German poet – when he was the Personal Secretary to Auguste Rodin, one of the greatest stone carvers of all times, easily a peer of Phidias and the Ancient Greeks. In rarified artistic and intellectual circles, Lou Salomé was at the top of the game.
Dionysus is our subject, Salomé is our guide, but Nietzsche holds the key. Kaufmann wrote, “…few writers in any age were so full of ideas – fruitful, if not acceptable – and it is clear why [Nietzsche] has steadily exerted a unique fascination on the most diverse minds and why he is still so eminently worth reading.”
At the age of 25, Nietzsche wrote “The Birth of Tragedy” which is considered foundational, a revolutionary work of philosophy, aesthetics, and cultural criticism. His groundbreaking thesis argued that the greatest works of art – which define a society – combine the Apollonian (order, reason and form) with the Dionysian (chaos, ecstasy and raw emotion) into one complimentary whole. An example of the Apollonian would be Johann Sebastian Bach’s “Well Tempered Clavier” while Jimi Hendrix’s “Voodoo Chile” is Dionysian. The Burning Man festival is pure Dionysian.
Classical Greek Tragedy, he reasoned, reached the apex of artistic expression by using an ordered beautiful form to give voice to the primal, universal unity. Nietzsche wrote, “The two creative tendencies [Apollo and Dionysus] developed alongside one another, usually in fierce opposition, each by its taunts forcing the other to more energetic production, both perpetuating in a discordant concord that agon which the term art but feebly denominates: until at last, by the thaumaturgy of an Hellenic act of will, the pair accepted the yoke of marriage and, in this condition, begot Attic tragedy, which exhibits the salient features of both parents.”
The result was cathartic; life’s meaninglessness overcome through art. Aesthetics became more central than rationalism, with art and psychology moved to the core pushing metaphysics and science to the side. Nietzsche forged a new paradigm, and his writing influenced Sigmund Freud, who also happened to be a close friend of Lou Salomé.
Greek tragedy came to my mind when a young friend, she herself on the path to wisdom, recently brought fresh home-pressed grape juice to our house. Grapes are the symbol of Dionysus and the connection was clear: her grape juice was the elixir of the God.
Having picked Concord grapes by the bushel with our other friends Rebekah, Peter and Mason, she explained, “We picked the grapes individually, sent them through a masher, then Peter heated them up before sending them through the juicing machine. He tried in the press but it kept sending the juice everywhere so he switched to a tomato juicer. That seemed to operate more like a standard juicer.” In other words the must was strained into juice rich, dark and sublime. With our children, we all broke bread and drank of the vine, the form of the Last Supper transformed as testimony to the raw and primal essence which is the end of summer; a new tradition born.
Truths held self-evident at our Art Farm include “art predates agriculture” and “the purpose of life is healing.” The Dionysian speaks to that, which simple truth the grape juice made manifest.
Fecundity abounds and we are blessed.
Wild Maybes
Posted: September 12, 2025 Filed under: Art & Healing, Portfolio - David's work, What is an Art Farm 2 Comments
We interrupt our regular “Wise Women” programming to bring this special report of the “Wild Maybes of the Long Green Between.” The polymath maker, Chris Miller, has struck again, siting “visitors from an ancient Earth, as unknowable as the far future,” on the grassy knoll of Levine Park, in Waterville, Maine.
The Wild Maybes are “honorary crossing guards where the deep past and far future meet.” The public welcomed to roam “…in the richness and vastness of time beyond reckoning.” The four Maybes face the cardinal directions of North, East, South and West proudly beside the mighty Kennebec River as it flows ever to the Gulf of Maine.
Modeled upon the earliest mammals, just post the dinosaur age, Chris conceived this public art installation as “a puzzle…based on shaky assumptions about dusty old bones.” They were made using a welded steel armature, foam, and structural concrete. I am honored to have been mere fabricator: building forms, cutting and stacking foam, mixing mud, troweling concrete, helping to load and then install: 15,000 pounds hauled 96 miles north.
There are four Maybes:
- Uni, the Uintatherium, a beast of the herbivorous Dinocerata mammal that lived in the now United States during the Eocene period;
- Eo, the Eocondon, of the triisodontid mesonychian genus that existed in the early Paleocene of Turtle Island (North America);
- Cory, a Coryphodon, named from the Greek “peaked tooth” an extinct genus of pantodont mammals, also local, speaking in terms of continents;
- Barry, a towering Barylambda, also of the pantodonts, from the middle to Late Paleocene era.
Tick-tock clock time is of man’s making, while Natura moves in other orbits. Chris wrote, “When 2.8 billion seconds ago (in 1934), historian Lewis Mumford pronounced that ‘…the clock, not the steam engine, is the key-machine of the modern industrial age,’ he went on to point out that there are still many other ways to mark time, and surely better ways to experience it. This long, narrow strip of grass, for instance, is a between place. It is the perfect kind of place to escape from the kind of time that is measured in seconds and minutes. Here in this long green between, time flows in seasons and eons, in eras and generations.”
And so Waterville is transformed, and kudos to them for stepping up, underwriting the permanent installation. What a marvelous life unfolds along the rocky coast, Northern terminus of the lower 48.
For more information about the Wild Maybes, click here: https://npdworkshop.com/wild-maybes
Alma Mater’s Daily Bread
Posted: September 5, 2025 Filed under: Child Centered Activities, Farming off the Farm, Little Green Thumbs, Portfolio - Elena's work, What is an Art Farm | Tags: Social ecologies 1 Comment
The often repeated phrase, “Give us this day, our daily bread” must be about soil fertility as much as about hope. The common collegiate phrase “alma mater” is Latin for “nourishing Mother” and so we turn our attention to Gaia, one wise soul herself, the Earth as our nourishing Mother, whose fertile soil gifts freely an abundance beyond compare.
Many soulful stewards of Gaia have I crossed paths with, one of whom was the “Corn Cart Queen.” The common cliche is “know your food, know your farmer,” but the Corn Cart Queen brought that to the fore in Chicago, during the summer season 2003, when she planted Golden Bantam in a shopping cart, then organized people to push the corn cart around the town: Meet your food, meet your farmer.
The Chicago Tribune wrote, “A woman of quiet dedication and passion, she initially planned to push the corn around the city by herself…. However, as word spread about the project, she happily surrendered the cart to a growing community of corn stewards, some of them artists or gardeners themselves. They water it, push it and distribute, if they choose, the small packets of blue corn seeds (three each)… taped to the cart. The seeds are pre-Depression-era corn, which she bought directly from a farmer when she visited Cuernavaca, Mexico.”
The Tribune quoted her, “When people talk about the environment in the city, they always see it as outside themselves. They talk about the lake or whatever. . . . I really want people to see how we consume nature, how we consume corn, how we eat, how we do things — it all has an effect on homelessness, on loss of farms, on history. There’s a 10,000-year history of the domestication of this grass called corn.”
Sandor Katz, the New York Times best selling author, in “The Revolution Will Not Be Microwaved,” wrote about this, “Cornography…was a sort of performance art installation featuring a few stalks of this corn growing in a shopping cart and many different people taking turns, walking it across Chicago.” Katz quoted the Queen, “The corn cart has visited community gardens, toured supermarkets, politicized a street fair, gone out for coffee, and rested in many backyards. When you give someone a seed, it’s such a small gift, but it entails a responsibility to interact with the land.”
Nance Klehm is the “Corn Cart Queen.” As art predates agriculture, her work unfolds at those fertile crossroads; she teaches of our connection, our utter reliance upon, the earth, the sacred ground beneath us. She is a muse among us, having lectured and taught at Chicago’s Museum of Contemporary Art, the Hammer Museum in Los Angeles, the University of Cincinnati, and the Canadian Centre for Architecture in Montreal. She has taught at the University of California – Los Angeles, Northwestern University in Evanston, Illinois, and Dartington College in the United Kingdom, as well as for countless community groups worldwide. This Queen was honored in 2012 as one of Utne Reader’s “Twelve Visionaries Who Are Changing Your World.”
It can be lonely at the vanguard, but Nance always works in community, teaching others the art and science of the soil. Along her path she worked with Flordemayo, a Mayan Elder, who founded The Seed Temple in Estancia, New Mexico. Nance helped assemble the “sacred heritage seeds for future generations.” My family was asked to grow heirloom beans and then give some back to help keep the Temple’s stock alive. For many years now we have grown those seven varieties annually, whereby my children learn first hand that food does not come from a grocery store, that harvesting is harder than consuming but the wild abundance of a fresh grown tomato or peach picked in late August is a joy beyond compare.
Flordemayo herself is one of the 13 Indigenous Grandmothers, all of whom are “committed to supporting all people in reclaiming their relationship with Mother Earth, advocating for a shift toward a more conscious and harmonious connection with nature and all living beings.” The International Council of Thirteen Indigenous Grandmothers come from around the world – Nepal, Brazil, South Dakota, Gabon, Montana, Mexico, Japan, France – as “a collective of women devoted to restoring and uplifting the sacred feminine wisdom that nurtures balance and harmony in the world. [They] stand for peace, justice, human rights, environmental protection, food sovereignty, and the health and welfare of children and the elderly, for today and generations to come.”
Nance and I crossed paths almost 30-years ago, both on Chicago’s west side, and in the LaSalle Street canyons of the financial district; she was outbound to WWOOF in Australia (Worldwide Opportunities on Organic Farms), while I was headed to Manila, the Philippines on a humanitarian finance quest to establish a currency based upon humans’ ability to communicate. Nance’s path always has been more rooted, more practical.
Among her challenges has been pursuing community-based work during the 50-year period – 1975 to 2025 – when American culture shifted dramatically towards rampant consumerism, free market ideology, and unchecked individualism. Talking about my generation – the Baby Boomers – Bill McKibben wrote, “So what the hell happened? How did we go from an America where that kind of modest [suburban] paradise seemed destined to spread to more and more of the country to the doubtful nation we inhabit fifty years later: a society strained by bleak racial and economic inequality, where life expectancy was falling even before a pandemic that deepened our divisions, on a heating planet whose physical future is dangerously in question?”
How did the forward thinking Civil Rights Act of 1964 and the Voting Rights Act of 1965 give way to the radical gerrymandering of our era? Money, banking, free markets and power politics are the domain of mankind, human invention, while the Grandmothers and Queens of Gaia speak of the ground beneath our feet, the soil, everywhere beneath everyone all of the time.
Nance’s 2019 tome, “The Soil Keepers,” makes plain, in her preface, our path forward: “To the entire menagerie of animal, fungal, and plant beings, both the seen and unseen, thank you for your unflinching love and core teachings. I am forever your student.”
All life is one. Life calls to us. We are wise to heed her call.
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A Corn Cart video is here: https://youtu.be/iTKbrO7ZTzk?si=5wnScRsxE3OZmlSo
Nance Klehm’s “Social Ecologies” is here: https://socialecologies.net
Grandmothers’ Wisdom is here: https://www.grandmotherswisdom.org
Grandmother Floredemayo is here: https://www.grandmotherflordemayo.com
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Credit where credit is due, Elena’s photographs appear here.
Recently we drove north to nowhere, Cold Brook Road in Southern Aroostook County, Maine. Between 1793 and 1815 Northern Maine was a major producer of wheat, known as “the breadbasket of New England.” In the 1940s and 1950s Aroostook County was the top producer of potatoes in America. Big skies, open vistas, quiet abounds there. Our friend Kirk, a Master Electrician, Master Cabinetmaker, Builder and Humble Farmer welcomed us to his 157 acre-farm in Amish country.
Emmy
Posted: August 28, 2025 Filed under: Child Centered Activities, What is an Art Farm 2 Comments
Among soulful females, Emmy stands alone.
Rescued in West Virginia, she joined our home in September 2014 and helped us raise our children.
Extraordinarily gentle, she welcomed other rescue pets into our home.
Now, she has passed on and the loss is profound.
Maria the Jewess
Posted: August 22, 2025 Filed under: Art & Healing, consciousness, What is an Art Farm | Tags: alchemy, art, philosophy 1 Comment
In the 1st century CE, when Roman polytheism reigned supreme, the Jews were persecuted for their monotheism. In that age of male heroes, women were relegated to a second class. An alchemist would have been further still from conventional thought, but it was a trailblazing Jewish woman alchemist who began the intellectual tradition that Sir Isaac Newton would follow 15 centuries later.
Sir Isaac Newton, the paragon of the rational scientific male, in his day was a leading alchemist, when same was considered heresy, punishable by death by public hanging. Compelling then was this Jewish woman’s tradition. Newton transcribed more than 10 million words of notes, consisting of 16 folios, on the subjects of alchemy, religious and historical studies. And they were burned. So who was Mary the Jewess, also known as Maria Prophetissima and Maria the Copt and what did she know?
The Jewish Women’s Archive explains Maria “…was the first non-mythical Jewish woman to write and publish works under her own name. Maria is generally regarded as the first actual alchemist who is not a mythical figure. According to Zosimos of Panoplis, she started an alchemical academy in Alexandria, Egypt, and reportedly excelled at the process of transmutation of base metals into gold. Zosimos wrote a brief account of Maria’s philosophy, called The Four Bodies Are the Aliment of the Tinctures. Maria the Jewess invented several important pieces of chemical apparatus and was also known for a variety of mystical and alchemical sayings.”
Highly inventive, she used ovens made of clay, metal and glass, and formed gaskets using wax, fat, paste made of starch, and clay mixed with fat to seal the joints. Glass allowed the viewer to see the reactions, and allowed work to be done with mercury and sulfurous compounds. She may have been the first person to mention hydrochloric acid, and invented the double-boiler, known even today as the Bain-Marie, as well as the tribikos, a distillation still with three spouts, and the kerotakis, an extractor with a metallic palette inside a vacuum container holding vapors. According to Zosimos, she ground cinnabar [mercury (II) oxide] with mortars and pestles or lead and tin. Her fame endured in both Arab and European alchemy. The Kitāb al-Fihrist (Book Catalogue), by Ibn Al-Nadim in the late 10th century listed her among the 52 most important alchemists.
Her inventive spirit was surpassed by her writings. The “Axiom of Maria” states, “One becomes two, two becomes three, and out of the third comes the one as the fourth.” Carl Jung used this as a metaphor for the principium individuationis, the means by which one thing becomes distinct from other things. From Aristotle through Schopenhauer to Nietzsche this has been a fundamental concept in philosophy.
Concerning the union of opposites, Maria wrote: “Join the male and the female, and you will find what is sought.” As yin and yang define the whole, Maria was ahead of her time. Zosimos of Panopolis, the alchemist and Gnostic mystic, claims that Maria was a peer of Hermes Trismegistus who famously wrote, “As above, so below.” It is said that Maria taught Democritus, the Pre-Socratic philosopher, renowned for formulating an atomic theory of the universe. Reportedly they met in Memphis, Egypt, during the time of Pericles.
For the Greek alchemists ὕδωρ θεῖον, was both divine water and sulphurous water with the alchemical vessel imagined as a baptismal font, and the tincturing vapours of mercury and sulphur likened to the purifying waters of baptism, which perfected and redeemed the initiate. It would seem that the Christian rite of baptism bears alchemical roots.
All rivers lead to the sea, so too the River Jordan, where a woman Jewess holds a baptismal place at the delta basin, whereto wisdom flows down like the rain: as above, so below, indeed. Peace to all.
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Credit where credit is due: David Purpur, again. Elena Benham, again. While Gaia gifts us, abundantly…
Commanding Intellect
Posted: August 15, 2025 Filed under: consciousness | Tags: John Masefield, Queen Lili’uokalani, Smith College, Zitkala-Ša 2 Comments
Throughout history, women have exercised a commanding intellect in positions of leadership, two examples of whom would be Queen Elizabeth I and Catherine II of Russia. Both defined their political eras, and exercised power to a remarkable degree. Whether each embodied wisdom, though, seems dependent as much upon one’s political views as upon any objective facts.
Elizabeth had an unusually broad education with a linquistic prowess to communicate with foreign ambassadors in their languages. Her Religious Settlement unified both the Church and State of England, laying the foundation for centuries of British rule, while her defeat of the Spanish Armada became a symbol of British dominance on all of the oceans. Arts and culture flourished during the Elizabethan Age. She is generally regarded as wise.
Catherine the Great significantly expanded Russian territory, introduced reforms in education, law and administration, and embraced the Enlightenment thinkers. But also, she was a ruthless autocrat who maintained serfdom, the system of forced labor that kept much of the population in poverty.
Commanding intellect relates to sheer mental horse-power, problem-solving savvy, and the efficient processing of information, but wisdom relates to intelligence applied in a meaningful and beneficial way; the use of good judgement as it impacts others.
Zitkala-Ša, an indigenous woman, was a writer, editor, translator, musician, educator and political activist. She was the co-founder, in 1926, of the National Council of American Indians which lobbied for United States citizenship and civil rights. She wrote the libretto and songs for the first American Indian opera. She wrote several works about cultural identity, the struggle between the majority Anglo culture in which she was educated and the Dakota culture into which she had been born. Her later writings told the stories of her Native American tradition to the English-speaking readership.
Queen Lili’uokalani was the last sovereign monarch of the Hawaiian Kingdom, assuming the throne in 1891. In 1887, while still a Princess, she represented her Royal Family at the Golden Jubilee of Queen Victoria at Westminster Abbey in London. She composed many songs, including the iconic “Aloha ‘Oe,” which remains a cultural symbol for Hawaii. During her reign as Queen, she worked on a new constitution to restore the power of the monarchy while granting voting rights to the economically disenfranchised. Her goal threatened the oligarchy, and on January 17, 1893 the United States Marines landed on the island. The American backed coup d’état ultimately placed Queen Lili’uokalani under house arrest and the United States annexed Hawaii in 1898.
In my personal experience, Helen Benham is the exemplar of the twin virtues of the commanding intellect with wisdom. Born in 1911, she was unusually well educated for a woman of her times. At the age of 22 she was graduated Phi Beta Kappa with honors from Goucher College. She became Assistant to the Dean at Swarthmore College and then for twenty-four years worked at Smith College, as Assistant to the Academic Dean until named the Registrar in 1960, a position she held until she retired in 1976. During her tenure at Smith, her keen intelligence and problem-solving abilities helped more than 15,000 young women prepare for careers, at a time when social norms resisted women in positions of power.
Her summa cum laude commanding intellect is best captured in the tale of a breakfast at McDonald’s with her Son-In-Law (my Father-In-Law), a Harvard PhD in Physical Chemistry. He explained an unsolved paradox of a colleague’s PhD dissertation, concerning the probability of a coin toss landing on its edge. The experiments produced results that defied the odds, which the colleague could not resolve. In the course of one cup of coffee Helen deduced – correctly – that air resistance was the mitigating factor, causing the aluminum coin to land more often on its edge than normally expected. Realizing that she was correct, the Son-In-Law prudently chose not to share Helen’s insight with his colleague, for fear that the elegant simplicity would be crushing to the young scholar.
Helen Benham loved the ocean’s broad vista, and spent summers on the Hawk’s Nest Beach at Old Lyme, Connecticut and later in Damariscotta, Maine. John Masefield’s poem ‘Sea Fever,’ captures her essence:
‘I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing sea rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.’
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Credit where credit is due: Photos by Elena Benham. Professor Kristy Giles provided invaluable insights, as did Richard Morgan Neumann.
Alexandra
Posted: August 8, 2025 Filed under: consciousness | Tags: Alexandra David Neel, Tibet 1 Comment
Imagine a woman, age 2, taken to view the Communards’ Wall at the Pere Lachaise cemetery in Paris, the City of Light, where 147 soldiers of the French national guard plus 19 officers had been lined up and executed. The horrors of the modern world pressed upon her.
By the age of 18, she had visited England, Switzerland and Spain, and was studying with Madame Blavatsky’s Theosophical Society. She wrote a treatise on anarchism, and then at the age of 27 studied piano and singing and, to help support her family, took the position of first singer at the Hanoi Opera House, where she interpreted works of Verdi, Gounod, and Bizet.
Later she befriended Maharaj Kumar, the crown prince of Sikkim (in present day India) and began an exhaustive correspondence with the 13th Dalai Lama. She learned Tibetan, lived in an anchorite cave, was possibly the first Western person to enter Tibet, and met with the Panchen Lama, among the highest ranking officials of Buddhism. She was allowed to consult the scriptures and visit temples, was introduced to persons of rank, to the Lama’s professors, and to his Mother. She received the honorary titles of a Lama and a Doctor of Tibetan Buddhism having “experienced hours of great bliss.”
She was then exiled for violating the no-entry edict, and so during World War I traveled to Japan, Korea, China, Mongolia. Dressed as a beggar she hiked back to Lhasa, the Forbidden City, in 1924, staying for two months exploring that holy city and its surrounding monasteries. When her disguise was uncovered, she was denounced to the Governor of Lhasa, but quicker than the officials, she had already departed east, heading to Gyantse, where the British maintained a garrison for training Tibetan soldiers.
She opened up Tibet to the Western world.
Imagine a country during the same time period that for 144 years did not allow its women to vote. The 19th Amendment was eventually passed, granting women suffrage, but the governing white men still practiced discrimination and large segments of the female population – indigenous and women of color, primarily – remained disenfranchised.
It wasn’t until the Civil Rights Act of 1964 that discrimination based on race, color, religion, sex, or national origin was outlawed, and the Voting Rights Act of 1965 (60 years ago this week!) prohibited racial discrimination in voting. As Churchill said “history is written by the victors,” so then America exceptionalism seems best understood as a myth perpetuated by the governing men, passed down generations.
Alexandra David-Néel is an exemplar of the trailblazing woman, so far ahead of her times. Remarkably bold and adventurous, she was compassionate and given the name “Yeshe Tome” which translates to “Lamp of Wisdom.”
Her memoir My Journey to Lhasa was published in 1927, released simultaneously in Paris, London and New York but critics were dismissive, refusing to believe her stories of Tibetan practices, such as levitation and increasing the body’s temperature to withstand cold. Living in a cave at 13,000 foot altitude requires a higher consciousness. She published more than 30 books and her home in Digne-les-Bains, France is now a museum, listed among the “inventory of French historic monuments.”
Alexandra seems worthy of mention in the Pantheon of Wise Women.
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Credit where credit is due: David Vernon Purpur. The lead photograph was provided by Elena.
Samsara
Posted: August 1, 2025 Filed under: Art & Healing, consciousness | Tags: Bardo Thodol, buddhism, samsara, The Work That Reconnects 1 Comment
One bright light has passed, one wise woman who lived at the vanguard. “A wild love for the wild” she lived and saw this time as “a great unraveling toward a life-generating human society.”
An environmental activist, author and scholar of Buddhism, general systems theory and deep ecology, her husband was a Russian scholar and they worked with the CIA in post-war Cold War Germany and then moved to India, where her husband was leading the nascent Peace Corps at the time when the very young Dalai Lama arrived into exile. A life was lived!
As a practicing Buddhist, she understood that life inherently is filled with suffering, that suffering arises from attachment and desire, but suffering can be overcome. Her path to the end of suffering became her teaching, which she called, “the Work that Reconnects.”
She has passed, and in the Buddhist tradition, the Bardo Thodol is now her path: “liberation through hearing during the intermediate state.” Known as “The Tibetan Book of the Dead” this describes the experience of consciousness at the immediate moment of death and the stages to follow during the 49 days of samsara, the “wandering through” between death and rebirth.
She is now – as I write – at day 11, immersed in the light, while her words speak still to we who remain on planet Earth. In a recent interview she said:
“I’m 92 now. I am in this 10th decade of my life. When I follow with rapt attention what is happening with the climate catastrophe, and with the mass extinctions of our siblings of in the creation of this world. I feel that there is, within me a sense that read through Rilke, the translations, and also very much through the work that I have been blessed enough to do called The Work That Reconnects, and that has starts the spiral journey that it is with gratitude. So much gratitude that what’s in it is that we are never abandoned. There is something for us to behold and be part of.
“And to be there, a great moment is there for us to be present. To this incredible moment, we’ve got to realize, we will realize, that we belong to each other. That’s coming forward now. How could we not harvest that understanding in this moment?”
She continued…
“…this sense of opening to the reciprocity of life. It’s a living world. When we cannot be sure, or even have the trust, that complex life forms will endure beyond the next few decades, we’re seeing a huge shattering of life itself. And, and yet having been with Rilke, his trust in life is still with me. So I trust being with life, even though life, the web of life might crumble, but then I’m still with it. I’ll be with it anyway, even in the crumbling. The song is so deep in him.
“For one person to care for another, that is perhaps the most difficult thing required of us. The utmost and final test, the work for which all other work is but a preparation. With our whole being, with all the strength we have gathered, we must learn to love. …As bees gather honey, so do we reap the sweetness from everything and build God.
“Well, it seems clear that we who are alive now are here for something and witnessing something for our planet that has not happened at any time before. And so, we who are alive now and who are called to, who feel called, those of us who feel called to love our world, to love our world has been at the core of every faith tradition, to be grateful for it, to teach ourselves how to see beauty, how to treasure it, how to celebrate, how, if it must disappear, if there’s dying, how to be grateful. Every funeral, every memorial service, is one where you give thanks for the beauty of that life or the quality of what. And so, there’s a need, some of us feel, I know I do, to what is, looks like it must disappear to say, thanks, you’re beautiful. Thank you, mountains. Thank you, rivers.
“And we’re learning, how do you say goodbye to what is sacred and holy? And that goodbye has got to be in deep thanksgiving for having been here, for being part of it. I kind of sound like I’m crying, and I do cry, but I cry from gladness you know. I’m so glad to recognize each other. You can look in each other’s face. See how beautiful we are. It’s not too late to see that. We don’t want to die not knowing how beautiful this is.”
She translated Rilke, the German poet, who saw death as an integral part of the life cycle, as a transformative force that can lead to spiritual growth. Rilke said, “But we must accept our reality and all its immensity. Everything, even the unheard of, must be possible within it. This is, in the end, the only courage required of us. The courage to meet what is strangest and most awesome.”
The soul last known as Joanna Macy met life with an extraordinary courage, and encourages us to follow that path. She has moved onward, to the furthest yet.
Quiet friend who has come so far,
feel how your breathing makes more space around you.
Let this darkness be a bell tower
and you the bell. As you ring,
what batters you becomes your strength.
Move back and forth into the change.
What is it like, such intensity of pain?
If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine.
In this uncontainable night,
be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses,
the meaning discovered there.
And if the world has ceased to hear you,
say to the silent earth: I flow.
To the rushing water, speak: I am.
Sonnets to Orpheus II, 29 Rainer Marie Rilke, translated by Joanna Macy
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Credit where credit is due: David Purpur opened the Tibetan Book of the Dead and the Egyptian Book of the Dead so many decades ago, and expanded the boundaries of my thought. An interview with Joanna Macy from the podcast On Being can be heard here:
https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/on-being-with-krista-tippett/id150892556?i=1000661063451
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Garlic now hangs to cure, onions and potatoes have been harvested and turned into German Potato Salad, cucumbers into Bread & Butter or Caraway pickles, tomatoes into a delicious balsamic relish. Abundance reigns.
The Sybil
Posted: July 25, 2025 Filed under: consciousness, What is an Art Farm | Tags: Cumaean Sibyl, Delphi, Heraclitus, Lucius Tarquinius, Shakespeare 1 Comment
In the pantheon of wise women, the Sibyl – mysterious messenger of truth – ranks high, towering overhead on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. Who was she?
In the beginning, at Delphi, in the 11th Century BCE, there was but one, the Delphic Oracle herself. Heraclitus, the pre-Socratic philosopher, is the first known writer to comment, “The Sibyl, with frenzied mouth uttering things not to be laughed at, unadorned and unperformed, yet reaches to a thousand years with her voice bye aid of the god.” The Greeks eventually came to count ten women truth tellers located in Greece, Italy, the Levant and Asia Minor; they were known not by their name, but by the location of the shrine where they spoke.
Meanwhile, across the Adriatic Sea, Lucius Tarquinius Superbus reigned as the seventh and last King of Rome, 534 to 509 BCE. A man so corrupt and vile, he gained the throne through multiple murders of family, and his tyranny came to justify the abolition of the monarchy. Following his death the Republic arose and thereafter the Empire, which are the stuff of legend. The one enduring virtue of Tarquinius was his foresight to purchase the Sibylline Books. Even there, he almost failed.
The apocryphal story is told of an old woman, possibly a Cumaean Sybil, who offered nine books of prophecies to Tarquinius at an exorbitant price; he declined to purchase and so she burned three then offered the remaining six at the original price. Again he refused and so she burned three more then asked the original price for the remaining three. Tarquinius consulted the Augurs, who deplored the loss of the six and urged purchase of the remaining three even at the full original price. Tarquinius had them preserved in a sacred vault beneath the Capitoline temple of Jupiter.
After the fall of the Kings, the Roman Senate kept tight control over the Sibylline Books. The men who governed held the women’s prophecies under lock and key. They entrusted care to two patricians, until in 367 BC, when the custodians were increased to five patricians and five plebeians. These ten, as directed by the Senate, consulted the Sibylline Books not for predictions of definite future events but the religious observances necessary to avert extraordinary calamities and to expiate ominous prodigies (comets and earthquakes, showers of stones, plague, and the like). The rites of expiation were communicated to the public, and not the oracles themselves. In the 4th century CE, The Sibylline Books were burned by order of the Roman General Flavius Stilicho.
About that time the Roman Empire came to its end, replaced by the Judeo-Christian world. The Sibylline Books were replaced by the Sibylline Oracles, a blending of classical mythology, early Gnostic, Hellenistic Jewish and Christian beliefs. The prophecies became increasingly apocalyptic, with even the Book of Revelations foreshadowed. There is something for everyone, it seems, in the Sibylline Oracles, and they came to reach ever wider circles. Over several millennia they have become more, not less, studied.
Michelangelo painted five sibyls on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel: the Delphic, Libyan, Persian, Cumaean and Erythraean, while Shakespeare mentions them in Othello, Titus Andronicus, The Merchant of Venice, and Troilus and Cressida. In contemporary culture, Sibyl was a 1976 film starring Sally Field and Joanne Woodward about a musician diagnosed with multiple personality disorder. What was prophecy to the ancients is a crisis today.
But why are women the Sybils? Science tells us that the corpus callosum – the connective white matter that connects our left and right brain hemispheres – is more robust in women. A woman’s brain seems hard-wired to more rapidly access each hemisphere, integrating emotions and feelings with the logical functions of the left hemisphere.
Culturally women are encouraged to be receptive to inner thoughts and feelings, while men have been raised to focus on the external physical and rational worlds. Be that as it may, throughout the ages it is women who have been the Sibyls, towering figures of art, literature and history – mysterious messengers of truth – who stand tall within the pantheon of sage women.
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Credit where credit is due: David Purpur brought to my attention The Sibylline Oracles, J. L. Lightfoot, Oxford University Press (c) 2007.
The Queen Bee
Posted: July 18, 2025 Filed under: Chronicles of a First Time Parent, consciousness, What is an Art Farm | Tags: beekeeping, bees, honeybees, Mother of All Living, nature, pollinators, royal jelly, the Shimmy, White Goddess Leave a comment
Honoring a good friend, who has a good friend passing; the ripples which cannot be denied that reinforce the web of our community, I write here of The Queen Bee.
The “bees knees” as slang means something excellent, of the highest quality. It arose during the “Roaring Twenties,” when flappers danced the Charleston, the Black Bottom and the Shimmy, their knees and elbows flailing wildly to the back beat of the jazzmans’ rhythms. It might be a corruption of “The Business,” 1920s street slang for something excellent, or perhaps it refers to pollen baskets on bees’ legs, the “good stuff” that worker bees carry back to their Queen.
In our quest for seven wise women, let us follow that “good stuff” back to the Queen Bee. In a colony of 20,000 to 80,000 bees she alone lays more than 1,500 eggs per day, an amount greater than her body weight. Coming of age at day 23 of life, her egg laying begins.
During incubation the Queens are fed protein rich royal jelly, secreted from the glands on the heads of young worker bees. Worker bees are fed a mixture of nectar and pollen – bee bread – but the Queen alone is fed the royal jelly, and as a result develops into the sexually mature female, the propagator of the colony. The colony’s future rests upon the fruit of her loins.
The Queen was selected by the worker bees, not through a democratic process, but through luck of the draw plus natural selection. The worker bees randomly choose a few larvae just days old, and begin feeding them the royal jelly. If multiple Queens emerge at the same time then they will fight to the death.
By genetics her stinger is not barbed, and so she is able to sting repeatedly. Sting she does, seeking out virgin queen rivals in her quest to kill. The Queen as nurturing mother sets firm limits; dominance is her key to control the colony. The Queen, to whom the worker bees bring “the good stuff” is the one and only; nature knows its rules and the colony falls in line behind its Queen.
The Queen’s hive is a model of efficiency and output. She weighs about 0.007 ounces, twice the weight of the worker bees, but their combined efforts produce 30-60 pounds of honey, or even upwards of 100 pounds or more, per year. Honey is half of the proverbial “land of milk and honey” which is an ancient symbol of abundance and prosperity. “Bread and honey” is slang for money, the coin of the realm. The Queen controls the honey, which is to say “the money” because she produces the abundance.
All things come to pass, and the Queen eventually matures into dominance. Some virgins escape the hive to avoid being killed, to seek out a new hive whereupon another fight to the death begins. If the prime swarm has both a virgin queen and an old queen, the old queen will continue laying eggs, until within a couple of weeks, she will die a natural death and the former virgin, mated, will assume the throne.
Natural selection is a biological imperative, but wisdom is an insight, something metaphysical, the source, perhaps, of that biological imperative. Our quest then leads back to the creator, God the Father in the current era, but the Queen of Heaven in older times. In the ancient Near Middle East, the Queen of Heaven embodied themes of love, war, fertility and motherhood, of which all the Queen Bee is a master.
About the Queen Bee, her celestial connectedness and her poetry, the Irish poet Robert Graves wrote, “…a true poem is necessarily an invocation of the White Goddess, or Muse, the Mother of All Living, the ancient power of fright and lust – the female spider or the queen-bee whose embrace is death.”
The Queen Bee, it seems, is one key to the wise woman.
Credit where credit is due: one wise woman suggested this topic; Master Electrician, Master Cabinetmaker & Humble Farmer Kirk provided the beekeeping photos and inspiration; the curly-haired Goddess with whom I live asked sage questions about natural selection.
It takes a village.
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In the garden now – thanks to pollinators – fruits form, vines reach ever higher; mid-summer is past and the dog days descend.
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