Greenhouse Roots

My grandmother’s greenhouse was one of the first places my little roots passed through on their way to becoming the woman I am today. I feel her memory in every greenhouse I walk through today. It rests on my shoulder like a warm presence, and I am taken back to that first greenhouse I knew and the woman who filled it with plants. It is a place and a woman who would be absent for the majority of my life. Yet it is a place and a woman who left its essence forever entwined in my psyche. 

One Cup of Tea Won’t Fix Me

When I share the potential health benefits of the herbal teas I blend, I do so with a bit of hesitation.
Sometimes I choose to share the practical, physical attributes of a plant. Other times I mention its energy personality, or focus on how it has featured in stories and mythology.
None of it is set in stone, but it all plays a part.
Plant medicine can be a powerful ally in our search for wellness and vitality. Other times, however, it seems as though it does nothing. What gives?