THIS WEEK’S BLOG:
Before there were plants, there were animals.
Okay, that statement is totally false in the cosmic sense, but ridiculously true in my personal experience.
Family myth has it that the first word out of my mouth was “horsey.” For years I thought my love of horses was a weird genetic anomaly, maybe harkening back to some long lost ancestor who rode with the Mongolian horde (my mother’s side of the family immigrated from the Russian side of the Mongolian border, which was close enough to Mongolia for my teenage imagination).
But it turned out that our horse-loving lineage was closer than any of us thought: as a girl, my grandmother would steal her dad’s work horse which pulled the ice cart he used to deliver blocks of ice (back when ice boxes really were boxes that held a huge chunk of ice to keep your food cool). When great-granddad came home for lunch, my grandmother would unhitch the horse, hop up bareback, and ride unhindered through the streets of Philadelphia. When lunch break was over, my grandmother’s brothers would run through the streets calling her name; she’d give the horse back, and with it, give up her few moments of freedom.
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!).