The fireplace snaps and pops as the wood burns. The kitchen is steamy as I simmer the herbs for my new medicine.
It is a shame that the medical coverage I have will not allow me to see an herbalist, yet at the same time, it is a great blessing, for I get to learn on my own. Amazingly, herbs never appealed to me as a young person, of course I was very healthy, as many young people are, and medicines were never a concern of mine.
Since I would like to help myself in the future, should a time come in which lab created medicines are not available, I learn of natures gifts, I take notes, I practice. Times like now are when I wish I had a photogenic memory. I am aware that in my mind, somewhere, are great halls of a hidden library, I also know that I do not have access to this information at all times. In fact, it seems to elude me just when I need it, and then I have to prepare, study, and learn all over again.
Learning of these many herbs, which belong to the earth and cannot be patented, is amazing, empowering, and wonderful as the connection to the planet blossoms. The art of tending our own wounds has almost been forgotten, many have relied on others to care for them, and have given their sovereign right to a natural life away.
I know there is a time and a place for the experts, and I also know that many of our ailments do not require them, they only require our willingness to get involved in our heath, and in the world we live in … personally.