Medicine of Place

April 9, 2019
Cleavers reaching towards the sky.

Medicine of Place

The world is full of medicine.

But given the state of things, you might not believe me.  I mean, if the medicine is everywhere, why are we all so sick?  This is exactly the sort of disconnect that made my tummy hurt as a child and sent my teenage rage spinning out.

Well, I’m sure I don’t have the answer. That would require the world to make sense, for it to be just and predictable.  Well it’s not and it doesn’t and we might have a better chance of survival if more folks would just admit that.

But leaving the chaos that is the human experience aside for the moment, what I think I can say is that no matter the ills, or the grief, or the terror, we can find a medicine that helps us on our journey.

Because our medicine chest is greater than a pill bottle.  It is filled with wise weeds and with nourishing people, it holds the stars and the blue heron.

It’s a medicine of place.  And it’s strong.

Herbally yours,
Lorna

Spring is popping!

Check out what’s happening in this month’s newsletter!

https://mailchi.mp/herbalista/spring_2019