Featured Story: Earthfire’s Mission in Action by Pat Hager
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Pat Hager used his experience at Earthfire retreat as a stepping stone for volunteering in his area, helping preserve wildlife corridors. Read more
Watch as participants of Earthfire Institutes digital storytelling workshop go from technological panic or storytellers block to completing a passionately felt creative piece in two days. These stories are beautifully told in their own voice with Earthfire’s animals and the experience of meeting them as inspiration. For more information on this years Digital Storytelling Workshop led by Leslie Rule of KQED San Francisco visit our calendar.
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Pat Hager used his experience at Earthfire retreat as a stepping stone for volunteering in his area, helping preserve wildlife corridors. Read more
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There are parts of me I miss, terribly. At an early age, I understood my relationship with animals. With unapologetic certainty, I knew we were kin, that our lives were entwined, our destinies connected. I spent hours in a tree> Read more
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Caitlin and retreat leader Polly Klein, returning to the yurt. (c) Hershel Klein In August, I was honored to be invited with 10 other students to a retreat at the Earthfire. We were brought there by our Reiki teacher and animal> Read more
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The following story is a good reminder that you can have an Earthfire experience anytime anywhere. If you just go out into nature, be it in a city park, a favorite trail by your house, or a trip into the> Read more
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This year will be my second visit to Earthfire Institute, and while there are many good friends there, I am especially looking forward to spending more time with Windwalker the cougar. Windwalker has a powerful presence and a great heart that> Read more
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By the time I was able to make the trip to Minneapolis to work with the Bun, his movement had been impaired for just over a year. His human companions, Mia and Paul, were not sure what had happened, but> Read more
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Last year I found a starling chick that had fallen out of the nest. At first I thought about letting nature take its course, then I decided to try and save the baby. I fed it game bird starter mixed> Read more
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While many who have attended summer programs at Clear Sky can attest to their considerable rewards, I once had the chance to spend a substantial period of time at the centre during its “off-season.” In the winter of 06/07 there> Read more
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A few days ago, I watched a video from Earthfire Institute of a woman doing a healing on a wolf, Apricot, who was suffering from inflammation of the spinal cord. The video is deeply moving. You can view it here. Watching the> Read more
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Ray of Light is my boy kittie family member. He found me one day 5 years ago when I went to donate towels etc, to the shelter at the MSPCA. I had been there many a times and I also> Read more
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A beautiful poem narrated by the peerless Norman Bailey, about listening to things that cannot be heard through our ears but through our hearts. The animals, without thinking they are always listening and we are linked by the great listening> Read more
This experience is one that i will remember forever
Comment by philbin — July 12, 2010 @ 5:09 pm
All Creatures love music; sing and they will sing back; sing and they will come out of the grass and the bushes all around you!!
Lovely video, Earthfire!!
The Family
by Mary Oliver
The dark things of the wood
Are coming from their caves,
Flexing muscle.
They browse the orchard,
Nibble the sea of grasses
Around our yellow rooms,
Scarcely looking in
To see what we are doing
And if they still know us.
We hear them, or think we do:
The muzzle lapping moonlight,
The tooth in the apple.
Put another log on the fire;
Mozart, again, on the turntable,
Still there is a sorrow
With us in the room.
We remember the cave.
In our dreams we go back
Or they come to visit.
They also like music.
We eat leaves together.
They are our brothers.
They are the family
We have run away from.
Comment by Briton Jones — October 23, 2010 @ 1:47 am