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Who is BabaYaga? She is the Goddess, she is the Witch, she is the Wise Woman, she is theCrone, she is aged Artemis. Baba isGrandmother. In Tibet,fierce demons are Yagas. So she is the Grandmother Demon, Grandmother Dragon,the fearsome, the fierce. Baba Yagais the subject of many Russian folk tales or fairy tales. She is very very old. How do weknow? We are told her nose curves down and her chin curves up and they nearlymeet. Since the cartilage in our noses, chins and ears continues to growthroughout our lives, only someone a hundred or more would have such aremarkable face. Her fingernails, it is said, are as thick and ridged as rooftiles. My, what a mineral-rich diet she must have! And they are stained brown.Any herbalists here who have noticed such a staining on their hands after asummer of harvesting? I have. In one of the first profiles of me everpublished, the interviewer remarks on my brown-stained fingernails.Baba Yagalives in a house that nearly defies description, yet any herbalist would feelright at home there, overlooking perhaps that the latches on the cupboards,windows, and doors are human fingers, and that the door knocker is a toothedsnout, and that the fence is made of bones and skulls. But that all pales whenwe step back and see that the whole house stands atop scaly yellow chickenlegs. It moves about at its own whim, whirling like an ecstatic dancer aroundand around in a trance. Baba Yaga is Whirlwind Woman, Woman with Drum of thedeep north, Shaman Woman, Deep-Dreaming Woman. Baba Yagais the keeper of the eternal fire, the spark of divine consciousness thatinforms the best of every profession, that lives in the best healers and themost intuitive herbalists. Baba Yaga, like all muses, like all guardians, liketreasure-bestriding dragons everywhere, is not averse to sharing but she isdemanding. You mustgive to her, must do her bidding, before she will do yours and give to you. With wrinkles enoughto hide the world's secrets and a store of tales enough to fast talk my way outof any situation, I am surely the most fearsome thing ever seen, ever imagined:A powerful old woman at home with herself. I am Baba Yaga, and this is one ofthe stories in my basket.            BabaYaga's Story of Sassafrasby way, I believe, ofDoug Eliott Old womanand old man lived together and each did their chores and they were happy. Onecold winter evening, coming in from tending the animals, old man ventured:"Old woman, when I'm out on such a cold night my feet stay warm becauseyou knit me such fine warm socks. I wouldn't want you to think I wascomplaining, but my hands are cold. Do you think you could knit me some socksfor my hands?Old womanthought for a while, a short while, then she smiled and said: "Old man, Iwould love to knit some socks for your hands. And she took out her yarn, andshe took out her needles, and click clack click clack, she knit socks for oldman's hands.Old man wasvery happy and his hands were warm. Still, one evening, coming in from tendingthe animals, old man ventured: "Old woman. I sure am happy. My hands arewarm now, as warm as my feet in those fine socks you knit me. But I have totake those hand socks off to do some of the chores, times when I need to use mythumbs, and then my hands are cold. Do you think you could knit me some socksfor my hands that had thumbs?Old womanthought for a while; she thought for a good long while; she thought all thatnight and all the next day and well into the next night and all through thewhole next day too. Late that evening, before the warming fire, after all thechores were done, she smiled and said: "Old man, I would love to knit somesocks with thumbs and trigger fingers for your hands." And shetook out her yarn, and she took out her needles, and click clack click clack,she knit new socks - with thumbs - and trigger fingers - for old man. Then shetook the old hand socks, the one with a thumb on the left and the one with thethumb on the right, and she tossed them out back, by the edge of the woods.Neither oldwoman nor old man was happy with the new hand socks. The trigger fingersweren't next to the thumb, but across from it. They looked at each other andsmiled. Old manwent out to do the chores with strange socks on his hands and old woman, shehardly had to think at all, this time. She took out her yarn, and she took outher needles, and click clack click clack, she knit socks with five thumbs forold man's hands. It tooksome time, but when she was done with the last one, she gave them to old manwith a grin. Then she took the hand socks with a thumb on each side and shetossed them out back, by the edge of the woods. And old man was very, veryhappy.In thespring, out back, by the edge of the woods, a tree grew, with hand socks forleaves and the sweet smell of love lived long by two old folks. We call itsassafras.Legal Disclaimer: This content isnot intended to replace conventional medical treatment. Any suggestions madeand all herbs listed are not intended to diagnose, treat, cure or prevent anydisease, condition or symptom. Personal directions and use should be providedby a clinical herbalist or other qualified healthcare practitioner with aspecific formula for you. All material on this website/email is providedfor general information purposes only and should not be considered medicaladvice or consultation. Contact a reputable healthcare practitioner if you arein need of medical care. 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