I am off somewhere between home and Wyoming right now - pursuing meat, chasing life. Asking the gift of loin and liver, burger and roast. I subscribe to the belief that the animal gives itself to the hunter when it's done right. I am to poor of a hunter, to lousy of a shot for it to be otherwise. It's not to say that some folks don't just go take life, even when it's not offered, but I have had experiences I can't otherwise explain but that the animal knew and chose. One elk makes most of a year's meat for us - and meat that is created from the same herbs we grow and tend. In Lakota, Monarda is sometimes referred to as Hehaka Pejuta - elk medicine. It's a round, a sacred round of energy shared and passed and used and passed again. The energy of the Sun, the gift of the Earth, the holy work of immersing oneself into life and death and that mystery. I am thankful for the teachers - uncles, friends, my Dad foremost, who taught me this - though subtly and without words.
Making meat - meat making me - me tending herbs that tend the maker of the meat.
|Kabe and Grandpa Making Meat|