As someone who works with herbs and natural health and healing, it's weird to me that when I need herbs the most, that's when I'm most resistant to taking them. I'm not sure why. Sometimes the thought of a tincture burning under my tongue, or countless supplements with luke warm water, or some hot grassy tea blend, are sensory overload and I fight and refuse them.
I'm very fortunate to have free access to some of the best and most potent herbs on the planet. Not only that but I work every day amongst practitioners and herbalists who's skill level I could only ever aspire to reach. They speak herb like it's a second language and I'm stumbling to catch up, although my herbal skills have greatly improved over the years, and with their help I'm happily offering herbal support to my own clients.
Herbal supplements have also taken over my kitchen. A china hutch hangs high in our kitchen. I assume it is meant to display gorgeous plates and bowls. Nope. For me it's filled to the overflowing brim with herbs, teas, tinctures, balms, vitamins, and Chinese herbs. Heck, I even have my favorite herb tattooed on my body.
So a reluctance to take herbs seems a little puzzling.
But always, eventually, my mind and body make peace and the stinging tincture is just what I needed. I'll choke down my herbal supplements and hours will go by until finally I forget I was even having an uncomfortable symptom. The smelly Chinese herbal liquid liposomal formula from Silver Leaf Natural Medicine tastes like literal pavement-- yet the next day I wake up with its taste in my mouth as a craving and not a curse. That's the living, breathing, power of herbs. That's my real and constant relationship with herbs and learning this sacred art of harnessing the earth for healing. This is my body so conditioned to disconnect that something natural feels foreign. And this is me fighting that every day and living in communion with the gifts I've been blessed with. 🌿