ON THE BLOG:
This must be impossible, I thought. So I hit play and watched again.
For the seventeenth time, smoke billowed in a tawny cloud, a sunset glow lighting Notre Dame’s spire. It blackened, becoming skeletal, a tensile outline against the evening sky. For a heart wrenching moment, it seemed to become something indestructible… and so its collapse made no sense. In mere seconds the new and starkly drawn structure was completely erased.
I’ve never been to Notre Dame (or to Paris for that matter), but in architecture school I studied its revolutionary flying buttresses and drenched myself in images of its stained glass windows. In dreams, I’ve sat high on the turrets sharing a pizza with the gargoyles and prowled the crypts below the cathedral searching for the Roman ruins on which it was built.
Herbiary: Shop & Book
As an apprentice to a traditional healer in Ireland, I loved the herb room with its rich scent of roots & barks, the myriad textures of leaves & petals. So when I returned to the States, I opened Herbiary.com, with stores in Philadelphia, PA and Asheville, NC.
Medicine can be crafted not only from plants but also from words, stringing them into stories to sooth the soul & mend the spirit. Find the word-work here on the blog and in my books (the first book in the Wild Wisdom Collection, The Illustrated Herbiary, shares a name with the shop making it all either super confusing or very easy to remember!).