Every year is a cycle of living and dying, and every transition is medicine. In winter we approach that beauty of endings. As the cold pushes
Each lifetime contains multitudes. A multicolored collection of insights and experiences. A many-hued menagerie of dusks and dawns. Each
Whenever I travel I always pack a medicine pouch. Over time this has evolved. From bandaids and salves to flower essences, stones and talismans.
There is a thread that runs through the long tapestry of time. A line that connects us back to our grandmothers and great grandmothers and the
On the other side of the strawberry moon, after the late spring blossoms of Beltane and the thick pulses of Hawthorn blooms arises a season that