The prune rant.

An advertisement along the side of my email says "Healthy meals delivered - as low as $4.95 a meal."

Um, no ..

How fucking stupid are people, anyway? Excuses, excuses.

"but I'm too busy to shop/cook/pay attention to the fact that I have become a fucking mindless sheep .."

Medicine Plants and why they're dangerous

Trigger warning - Here is another post that veers into the woo. And it's long. And it's even a little preachy towards the end. Ha!

There's medicine - that which helps us recover, physically, from illness or injury.

Then there's Medicine, that which supports us through life's transitions and stages of growth.

Most people, when ill or injured, simply want to be able to return to their "normal" state of health. But in the Medicine tradition, it is understood that to return to how - and who - we were before the illness or injury is impossible, and to try to is unwise. We are changed by each of these events. They are - or at least should be, from this point of view - opportunities for growth.

Underground Medicine 2 - practical first steps

You just have to start where you are.

So, where are you?

How do you even figure out where you are?

Underground Medicine - part one - Big Herb is a jerk

First, a riddle -

What is the one thing that God lacks?

By definition, God is omnipotent, omniscient and omnipresent. So what's the one thing God could possibly lack?

Solomon's Seal root - with tangents

This, ladies and gentlemen, is now my Favourite Plant of All Time.

Over the years, many a plant has nudged me in the right direction, others have comforted me in a time of need and one or two have even saved my sorry ass.

Solomon's Seal is changing everything.

Acupuncture in a bottle? Prickly ash (Xanthoxylum americanum) tincture

Twice a year, I make an appointment with Sheena, my beloved physiotherapist, for a "tune up". And by tune-up, I mean a round of all-over acupuncture.

Needles everywhere!

After an acupuncture session my senses are heightened; especially touch. Interestingly, my feet become especially sensitive - I can FEEL the floor or ground under them in a way I find quite delightful. That sensation only lasts for a day or so, but the general feeling of well being stays with me for quite some time.

the songs of usnea

Trigger alert - this post is about as "woo-woo" as it gets. If this sort of thing isn't your cup of tea .. then really, nothing on this blog will be helpful to you. For you see, this is what the Medicine Plants are all about for me, and stories like this are the background to everything I write.

Once upon a time, it was winter, a sparkling day. We were on a ramble. We'd just crossed the little wooden bridge over the Picanoc river, wondering how far we'd be able to get up the Polish Hills road. As it turned out, we didn't get far at all, but the place we stopped to turn the car around was as nice a place as any to get out and stretch our legs, and so we did.

Paul was taking pictures (I guess, I don't really remember) while I looked up at the big white pines and breathed in the snowy air and let my feet pull me whichever way they wanted, which is always a good way to find something interesting.