Unpacking supplies for remedy making, and I thought these dropper bottles were so pretty.
The Dandelion Manifesto To the humans now known as “white” Who came from what is now known as Western Europe And have forgotten who we are Who you are Who we all are. Why do you think we keep coming back? Why do you think we fill up your yards, your parks, your fields, Crack… Continue reading The Dandelion Manifesto
Rose was my first herbal ally. Rose is my first love. Rose healed my heart, helped me be softer, and fiercer. Rose. I go back to her, over and over again, every day. Imbibing her, anointing with her, inhaling her, wrapping her splendid thorny fierceness around me. My first love. Imagine. Winter 2011, the sun… Continue reading Where We Begin