Elderberry has been clinically proven to reduce symptoms of cold and flu, and is a must for any family medicine chest!
This spring I planted a new vegetable garden that included some flowers and medicinal plants. Thankfully, it’s been going really well in spite of a cool and dry spring. Each day, I would walk around the garden to “check” on its progress. Up until….
A recent vacation left my garden unattended. While the electric fence did its job keeping the animals out, the weeds were a different story….or a nightmare.
It’s a new year and many people put forth a valent effort to make real, positive changes in their life, especially one’s that affect their health and wellbeing. For the past five years, or so, I’ve chosen a word that becomes my word of the year. One that I mediate and pray on to see how it affects my life and watch to see how it manifests during the year.
I was not equipped to deal with anger or conflict. My “Leave it to Beaver” homelife was joyful memories. If my parents had disagreements, they surely never discussed it within the family. I did, however, witness my father giving “the business” to projects or vehicles he worked on. My mother called it the Bush Temper as if it was a contagious virus we need to watch out for. “He’s got the Bush Temper; you’d better look out!” I may have demonstrated some of that in my earlier days, however, I suppose I’ve mellowed in my older years….or have I?
During the recent American Herbalist Guild conference, an attendee shared to the group how she felt seen among us as to who she really is. In her hometown of California, where she grew up, among her family and friends, she lamented that she isn’t seen and therefore, feels out of place and frustrated. Can you relate?
My first impression of mushrooms, any mushrooms, were not favorable. As a matter of fact, I would pick them off of my pizza, avoid them at a salad bar, and basically turn my nose up to the rubbery earthy substance. Why would anyone eat those, I wondered? In my own childhood, the only mushroom I could remember my mother serving was Campbell’s Cream of Mushroom Soup; and that was added to casseroles. God help us all!
Last year, I’ve branched out a bit more in my desire to understand healing and wellness. Last March, I began a 9-month course on herbalism at the Sacred Plant Traditions in Charlottesville, Virginia. Each month from March until November, a class meets for a weekend long class. It’s the foundation of a three-year program to become a Master
