I was grocery shopping yesterday when a store employee, who was stocking shelves, turned to say hello and welcomed me to the natural food aisle. We exchanged pleasantries as I shopped for the items I needed. It didn’t occur to me how truly odd his statement was until I was home, unpacking groceries.
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Little did I know this deep dive into herbs would coincide with a virus that would cause a world pandemic. I balanced news reports with herbal textbooks and while I am thankful for our modern day medicine, I am also thankful for the traditional teachings of the medicine growing around us. There is a need for both.
A herbalist teacher once told me to pay attention to the plants growing around me, they are often an indicator of the medicine I need. Some years it’s the dandelions growing in abundance. This year it’s clover. My fascination with plant medicine has branched into a fascination with soil and the microbiome within it. We can’t have healthy plants without a deep respect for the soil and life within it.
There was a good period of time the conversation among family members circled around the topic of a broken toaster, an old kitchen appliance belonging to my grandparents. It’s funny the things we remember. It isn’t so much the old broken toaster as much as what it stands for.
I’ve come to appreciate the contrast of things. Things I don’t want versus things I do. The accolade of busyness contrasted with the rising embrace of slow living. It’s in the contrast of things, showing us what is working and consequently, not working. This is the gift of slow living, becoming more intentional in how I spend my time.
Some of my fondest memories take place at the kitchen table with my grandpa, sketching out my latest idea for a project I wanted to build in the workshop.
He was right. The guy from my university art class who said my final term project would end up in a box, forgotten. He wanted to buy it from me, was persistent about it, but I kept turning him down. I had spent countless days…
The planet does not need more ‘successful people.’ The planet desperately needs more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers and lovers of all kinds. –Dalai Lama- This quote has stayed with me. The words read like a call to action, reminding me of an Uncle Sam recruitment…
I hung up the phone with the doctor. It was confirmed that yes, I did have another miscarriage and no, we don’t need you to come in for further testing, not until you’ve had three. Three miscarriages. My heart was barely surviving two, how was…