THIS WEEK’S BLOG:
Graduation is a few days away and classes are over for the year.
(Yup, this is a flashback. If Oprah ever asks if every word is true, I won’t be able to say for certain. Memories soften, get a little fuzzy, and are often sweeter in the re-telling.
Truth? Oprah scares me. I once saw her interview a memoirist and ask if every word was accurate. Accuracy and memory are, at best, fraternal twins.
But I digress…)
Lying prone on a hillside in the arboretum, the grass pokes through the cotton blanket, tickling my stomach. (This was before Lyme Disease became part of my consciousness, back when I laid on the ground with abandon, worrying only about an occasional ant.) The scent of barbecue, beer, and Johnson’s Baby Oil (yup, pre-SPF, too) overpowers the whispers of wild honeysuckle and pine from the woods below.
Conversation drifts round my circle of friends. We speculate on post-college life and who each of us will be when we “grow up.”
Before long we’ve identified two teachers, an accountant, a social worker, an advertising exec, and a P.T.A. mom. The tone is light with the sweet notes of women who know each other well, who see each other’s souls, and can fish gems of truth from the depths of self. As each truth emerges, sparkling, a bit of soul-light shines on us all. read more…
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!).