There comes a moment in the life of a healer, if they stay with the work long enough, when the path begins to widen beneath their feet. What once may have started as a humble calling, a few jars on a shelf, a remedy shared with a friend, a plant walk with neighbors, a class taught to a small circle of curious people, slowly becomes something with more reach. A name is remembered. A medicine is trusted. A student repeats a teaching...
Every so often, someone walks into my world with that look in their eyes. Not the curious look, not the hungry-for-learning look, but the wary one. The “I’m just browsing” look, paired with a half-smile that says, I can’t believe people actually buy this stuff. Sometimes it comes out as a joke. Sometimes it comes out as a warning...
When the deepest heat of summer settles over the land, the whole living world seems to understand that the day must be approached differently. Leaves turn their softer undersides toward the sky, birds retreat beneath the shelter of the trees, animals conserve their movement, and the busiest hours of afternoon become strangely quiet beneath the weight...
There is a kind of disappointment I have seen settle over people when natural medicine does not perform on command. It usually arrives quietly at first, with a shrug, a half-laugh, a little embarrassment for having hoped in the first place. “I tried herbs,” they say, as if they once visited...
I’m truly honored that my article, “The Way You Make It Matters: Intention, Craft, and the Heart of Herbalism,” was chosen for the Journal of Medicinal Plant Conservation by United Plant Savers for 2026. This piece means a great deal to me. At its heart, it’s about remembering that herbalism is...
There are moments when a book does not feel invented so much as gathered. It arrives slowly, from years of conversations, questions, remedies, gardens, field notes, tired faces, late-night thoughts, and the quiet pressure of something that keeps asking to be said. Herbal Wisdom for a Toxic Age grew that way for me. It did not begin as a clever lead magnet or a quick...
If you’ve ever stood in front of an herb shelf and thought, “Okay, why are there twelve ways to take a plant?” you’re not alone. I mean, really. There’s tea, tincture, salve, liniment, poultice, compress, spagyria, oxymel, glycerite, pastille, aromatherapy, flower essence, powder, capsule, oil, syrup, honey, vinegar, and then there’s...
Inflammation is one of those words people hear constantly now, yet most are introduced to it only through discomfort. They know it by the swollen knuckle, the stiff back, the angry gut, the hot flare in a joint, the headache that makes everything feel too bright, the shoulder that never quite lets go, the puffiness in the hands...
Consider us your friendly community herbalist. While we are not doctors, we have a deep love for our sacred plants, an earnest desire to help others, and a sincere hope to serve our community well.
Since the beginning, plants filled the place of our pharmacy, grocery store, beauty parlor, spa, and pain clinic. They nourished us, soothed us, strengthened us...
It feels like the modern world has made everything “easier,” and yet somehow we’re more exhausted than ever. We have convenience everywhere, but confidence is rare. We can order dinner with our thumbs, watch a thousand tutorials on how to do something, and still feel strangely helpless when life asks us to actually do the thing. When a button pops off. When the power goes out. When the garden overproduces...
There are nights when sleep feels like a dark river. Swift. Strange. Carrying you whether you consent or not. You close your eyes, and suddenly you’re back in a house that never existed, walking a hallway that keeps adding doors, holding a conversation with someone you haven’t thought about in years. The dream has its own weather. Its own gravity. Rules that make perfect sense...
Because of you, our community funded the planting of 1,081,000 wildflower seeds this year. 🌼
That number still hits me in the chest when I say it out loud—because it isn’t just a statistic. It’s habitat. It’s color returning to a patch of earth that needed it. It’s food for bees and butterflies. It’s the quiet, stubborn kind...
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