Tag Archives: herbal medicine

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.
Continue reading When I Grow Up

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

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