Amshult is wishing she were closer to home.
I’m tired of letting the doctor jack my kids up on amoxicillan… and other things can’t spell.
Amshult is wishing she were closer to home.
I’m tired of letting the doctor jack my kids up on amoxicillan… and other things can’t spell.
The more and more I use herbs the more and more I want to dig my hands in, gather them up into my senses. Gardening cast the a spell and made herbalism come alive; with my hands fresh in the earth and my fingers and eyes about the flowers I don’t want just books anymore. I want interaction and colour and to try and taste and experience the texture and smell.
There’s so many medicinal plants its almost overwhelming to know where to pick it up, but I’ve decided I’m going to keep it really simple. And easy. I want to get to know few close herb friends I can use in my everyday life, one to one, so I know that they’re there for me when I need them and I’d be safe using them, too.
I hope I pick up the scent of some good plants; having a bunch of of loose herb acquaintances to hang out and experiment with can be fun but sometimes you just need a few really good allies to get you through, ones you know are really symapthetic to your system. Nothing expencive or too exotic, either. I have a lot of time to meander over this but I really like the idea of using herbs to get to know myself better (maybe that will make no sense to anyone but me).
It’s funny but somehow since I’ve started using them it’s like they’ve adjusted the vision I have of my illness. Not in any “wow!” knock you down profound way, but there’s a different slant on it. Maybe it comes from doing things yourself, from reading new stuff, from not expecting anything to “happen” but as a way of simply looking after myself.