In 2002 I was playing mad scientist — making herbal salves, infusions, diy shampoos, tinctures, goat milk baby formula and lavender butt wipes in my kitchen. All with four wild little boys under the age of 5 at my Birkenstock-wearing feet.
But I soon became discouraged because I was young and easily distracted, life got tough, people thought I was weird and it didn’t make sense to spend money on things like that when I was a sahm on one income and I could just drive to Target and get what we needed with little to no fuss.
Still, my education of herbs and indigenous medicine never stopped. I saved all my trusted books, bookmarked sites on Google and treated my family and myself with teas and natural remedies whenever I could. The divine knowledge never left me and for that I am grateful.
Lately, I’ve felt the plants and flowers calling me back to educate myself further. I now have a new stack of books. In meditation this week, the message I got from Source, from my higher self, was this: the rediscovery of this knowledge is not just to be more closely aligned with Mother Earth. This is valuable knowledge for whatever the future holds. The ancestors were loud. This knowledge is necessary for survival.
Practical knowledge = practical magic.
As the Earth heals herself, it is imperative that we learn how to heal our bodies too. No one is going to save us but ourselves.
