Today as I went wandering through the garden looking for cleavers to photograph I was captivated by the variety and abundance of weeds growing everywhere. Healers all, I felt such a gladness come over me. Every square metre of ground let run wild, had a fabulous collection of medicinal plants. Under the orchard where we have neglected to mow for nearly 3 months, and with the spring growth it was just delightful. Represented were so many plants I am already familiar with and so many more yet to discover. Cleavers, quite a nondescript plant and more often a real annoyance to most gardeners has been used for centuries as a champion to assist with lymphatic drainage, and detoxifying the body. All over the world and throughout so many different cultures this plant has been used for the same purpose. Now to me that is really saying something, and I certainly won't be looking at it in quite the same way anymore. Next time It's burred seeds stick to my clothes I'll discard them more carefully and bless them on their way. For more details read the full post.
Every fortnight as I write my plant blog I experience it as a little journey. First there's the resistance to the work, then the slow drawn out beginning where I'm still in resistance mode then the buckling down. Then comes the pleasure of immersion in remembering, gathering and sharing information. This fortnightly blog discusses red clover and it's virtues. I got sidetracked looking at the statistics for cancer treatments, herbal or medical and it got me to thinking. One of the sites I looked at recommended to walk bare-footed on the bare earth. And you know there is a lot to be said for just that and all that comes with it. I remembered when I was a child, you only wore shoes to school or if going "out" somewhere special. You experienced so much through the soles of your feet. You stepped out boldly onto the rough grass, the un-expected prickles, the possiblity of bee-stings, the toe-stubbing stones, the hot sand or footpaths, the cold puddles, the deliciously squidgey mud and so on. There was so much sensation, pleasure or pain to be experienced through your feet. Then as we grew we covered our feet and in a way we disconnected from our natural selves, the child, the primitive. Not surprisingly those who are on a journey to heal themselves of cancer or other chronic illnesses will often find the need to reconnect and heal the child within. Becoming re-acqainted with the familiar plants and weeds of our childhoods is undoubtedly another way of reconnection with the earth and our natural selves. For more details read the full post.