Coming Out

As an officially enrolled student in a Green Spirit Master Herbalist program my assignments often include reflecting upon my spirituality and beliefs.  Of course, step two is to write it down for submission.  I am blessed to have a husband that is capable of professional proof-reading and is amazingly willing to read nearly everything I … More Coming Out

What do I need?

As a herbalist student I have been asked to answer the ultimate question, what do I need?  Not as in what do I need to get through this day, to get through this coursework or even to get through this season, but what do I need from the universe.  Not what I want, but what … More What do I need?

Why On Earth Would You Want To Be A Herbalist?

As I embark on my quest to become a certified herbalist I find myself asking, why?  I have always had an interest in plant medicine and nutrition.  My personal experience with dietary changes dramatically reducing my pain levels and improving my health have fueled my passion for promoting wellness through a plant-based diet.  Our gut … More Why On Earth Would You Want To Be A Herbalist?

D*mn Potholes

The road to wellness is full of pot holes. My journey starts with careful attention to details and a well mapped out plan of action.  I am no stranger to this road so I have already built in plenty of flexibility and kept my expectations under the speed limit.  I have my motto of “move … More D*mn Potholes

Get Moving

I have been attempting participation in Word Press Blogging 101 and was intrigued by one of the assignments.  The challenge was to look over comments I had left on other blogs to inspire a post of my own and to mention and link the other blog.  Fortunately, I had just read a great blog and left … More Get Moving

Always Blue Christmas

As the holiday season nears an old familiar feeling rises. Deep profound sadness flows in like the rising tide and I greet it like an old but annoying friend. I really don’t know why it happens but I’m sure I’m not alone in feeling this way. It doesn’t come from my expectations being too high. … More Always Blue Christmas

Be Your Own Baby

I looked forward to the “empty nest” with a fervor that made me question the very existence of my basic mothering instincts.  Where was the angst, the wringing of hands, the worrying that I would never see my fledglings again?  Somehow I was fairly certain they would still be about and had no worries that I … More Be Your Own Baby