Category Archives: Holism

When I Grow Up

If I could be anything when I grow up, I would be a village healer.  I’d grow plants and make medicine and learn the ways of the seers…because I love it and I know that’s why I exist.  I’d write books to teach others these ways. I wouldn’t worry about appropriate fees and rates, or advertising, or competition with other herbalists, or whether I’ll stand out amongst my colleagues for some amazing difference between my gifts and theirs.  I would mostly work at home, setting up a little workshop where anyone could come to get well.  And because I help people heal their bodies, overcome obstacles of the spirit, and reacquaint with God – in themselves and as part of the eternal whole – my village would make sure my needs were met. They would donate or share or gift freely because money would not be an issue.
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Anniversary

BLACKROCK HUT, Shenandoah National Park, Appalachian Trail

It has been one year since I set out on my grand Appalachian Adventure.  It’s hardly believable that so much time has passed, and also how (in what ways) the time has passed. Continue reading Anniversary

This Hiker’s Journey – On Sacrifice, Wellness, and Genuine-ness

Right now I’m reading about the effects of nightshades on individuals with autoimmune disease or otherwise compromised immune systems. For several months a little voice has been telling me to consider the nightshade family as a culprit, but my love for all things tomato and pepper related has not allowed me to seriously allow the prospect to become even a mental possibility. Just can’t wrap my head around no more stewed tomatoes. Salsa. Stuffed peppers. Babagannoush. Did I say stewed tomatoes already? Holy hell what would I do without them?!! Continue reading This Hiker’s Journey – On Sacrifice, Wellness, and Genuine-ness

Navigating the Food Maze

Navigating the Food Maze – Outside Magazine

I really like this article because it addresses shopping for healthy and avoiding the pitfalls of green-washing (saying something is eco-friendly when it probably isn’t) and health-washing (making something seem healthy by using the words gluten-free, or organic, when it really is not), as well as some advice for shopping according to your mood. Great read!

Real Herbalism Radio – Medicine for the People

Several weeks ago I gave an interview for the Real Herbalism Radio Project, talking about myself as an herbalist and my experiences on the Appalachian Trail. Here is part 1, and I’ll post part 2 as soon as it’s published.

RHR-Header_ImageReal Herbalism Radio Interview

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Orange

Deodorant & Stinky Hiker Syndrome

Somewhere north of but with a view of Mt. Shasta – en Route to Sacramento – Ridesharing with Manny and Julia

Everything about a long distance hiker and cross country traveler includes/involves/incurs a certain aroma that seems to resist soap, scrubbing, and laundry detergent. I’ve been called…ripe..on several occasions by people who love me and understand what I’m up to. They accept the beyond BO fragrance I carry around even though I know it kinda grosses most people out. To be honest, I’ve refused commercial deodorants and antiperspirants for so long that all the folks in my life have just sort of known me to be smelly (for some reason my body emits a natural scent likened only to the heavy musk of marijuana – even if I haven’t used any for years).  I choose to go au natural, or annoint myself with pure essential oils, for several reasons.  And I know it would be an odoriferous transition but I have a dream that some day everyone will ditch the deodorant! Continue reading Deodorant & Stinky Hiker Syndrome

What are You Running Away From?

Bolt Bus 2 Eugene:Music: Beirut

I wonder how many travelers get asked, “What are you running away from?” Whether in jest or posed in sincerity, it seems like a lot of people who ask this question think if a person is having adventures they must also have storage units full of skeletons and overdue payments in some far away town, or arrest warrants in several states, or scary demons deep inside, all chasing the weary wandering avoidant hobo over the world in search of a good hideout! Continue reading What are You Running Away From?

Portland

Oblique Coffee House SE Portland, Oreogn: Music – Lana del Ray

I want to write about how cool of a time I’m having in PDX since arriving yesterday afternoon, but I know I ‘need’ to write about some things more personally urgent (but may not want on the blog). For example, I need to really hash out what I believe in. I need to practice getting a little deeper in my writing, perhaps so that I might be more articulate in spoken word/conversations with others about the status of the world and what we can do to change things.  I’ll do that writing separately though and then evaluate it’s relevance to RoamandWrite.  Because it’s coming up as I roam, it’s appropriate, however sometimes we just need to write for ourselves.  I feel like I’m ready to level up in my written presentation. My writer identity is ready to come forth, to break through the surface and superficial and keep my thoughts penetrating.  I tend to stop when I hit a block. Continue reading Portland

In the Birth Yurt – Ponderosa, Washington

At this moment one of my closest friends is between rushes (contractions) during the laboring for her first child.  I’m taking this few minutes to write while the midwives set up, just because I have to get out some of the enormity of emotion we are all experiencing. She is a beautiful mama and has taken on some ancient, feminine, divine energy (force) as she works through this.  Something else has come into the yurt, something I can’t explain but can feel, almost touch; it’s telling her how to handle everything.  I’m in awe, I’m honored, I feel helpless, but glory in it all. I would not be anywhere else than right here with her. What a thing to witness and be part of less than a week after finishing the trail… Continue reading In the Birth Yurt – Ponderosa, Washington