LifeGarden advisor, poet and yoga instructor extraordinaire,
Jan Enderle, is again offering a hike for our members. Jan is
pictured above in the yellow slicker. The event will take place
on November 11th in Black Diamond Mines Regional Preserve. To
register for the event, please download the event flyer (pdf
file) and contact Jan Enderle by email
Poem by Jan Enderle
2006
...for a moment
The children spill out of shiny SUVs and scatter
like milkweed fluff
bursting from the pod.
The field trip brought them to me,
to this strange world
of oak trees and wind caves.
I pick up the stone pestle and watch
their eyes grow big and deep
as the mortar holes that gape
out of the bedrock. The chatter
from Mrs.Barry’s third-grade class suddenly fades
like the breeze on the mountain.
Little-boy feet have stopped
careening down the gravely trail.
Pokey fingers have ceased teasing.
Even the two little hand-holding girls lose
their grip on each other.
They lean forward
on hands and knees forgetting
about dirt and bugs.
I blow them stories on my elderberry flute
of children just like them
playing games with oak galls,
of grandmothers weaving
redbud twigs into baskets,
and grandfathers singing
stories of the creation of their people,
of homes made of tree bark,
and eating handfuls of madrone berries,
of fathers hunting deer and elk
with bow and spear,
and mothers grinding acorns together
with currents and pine nuts.
I crack an acorn with the pestle.
I have them now. They are my children
my tribe.
Like finely crafted arrows
I gather them one by one
and slip them into my fox-skin quiver.
"Tu-y-shtak," I exhalt, "this place
where all life began."
"Tu-y-shtak" they chant. The word pounds
like drum beats
like clapper sticks.
I look into their square GameBoy faces
and see the round baskets they now weave.
Intricate new patterns
with willow and tule.
They are Volvon, Tatcan, Chupcan ...