Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Your true vocation.

July 9, 2018

 

This is motherwort--one of my favorite herbs of all time. I grow it in my garden and just love knowing it's there--this protective, supporting herb that feels so much like being called home, then embraced once you get there. I grow so many medicinal herbs in my garden, but more and more, I find I've less interest in harvesting them and more interest in watching them live out their perennial cycles; their riot of blooms; their odd, leggy growth patterns. These days, I've more interest in growing medicine than making medicine. 

 

And I don't know what that means or says about me and the greater scheme, etc.,etc. I'm not sure I care to know. I'm quite sure I'm sick of self-reflection, so perhaps I'll just sit here, in the little leisure time afforded me, and watch the bees visit the motherwort. 

 

 

 

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