Each New Year brings up the infamous social network question, “what is your word of the year?”. We brazenly put forth a single word to define our entire annual focus and then soon forget it. This year I tried to ponder the question with a degree of reflection and I choose the word “listen”. Listening … More Listening Heals
Sometimes in life we just plain freeze up. It can be subtlety insidious with a slowing down when life gets chaotic and before you know it you are overwhelmed and completely frozen — unable to move forward or any other direction. A year ago I changed “Murgatron’s Musings” to “Marigold Moon Herbal and Wellness” to … More Thawing the Freeze
When I was a small girl I lived in a big world and it was all good. Nothing and no one needed a label or analysis. There were just two things, good and bad. Bad hurt and was a lesson to be learned. Anything that didn’t hurt was good. Life was unlimited. But little people … More Working on My Uneducation
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?
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?
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
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