Herbs: The true love of my life

To celebrate Valentine's Day, I'd like to share with you one of the most magical love stories of my life. The one that found me, took me by the hand, and showed me my true calling in life. The love that is deeply rooted in my bones and that I know will last forever.

My love for herbs (sorry, hubs!)

My path towards herbalism began as a child, where I believe it started for most of us who are pulled to work with nature’s gifts.

I can remember picking wildflowers and making “potions” with them, adding a blade of grass here or a bit of dirt there; channeling my inner witch, I’m sure.

As a young teenager I can remember sitting in the New Age section of Barnes and Noble (aging myself a bit here..) with piles of books all around me. Astrology, crystals, encyclopedias of magical plants, and a few green witchcraft books were probably in the piles too.

But the calling fell to the wayside a bit in my late teens and early twenties, when the focus was more on conventional courses of schooling and choosing career paths..definitely not much room for experimenting with plants and crystals anymore. I instead went to college, studied and earned my Bachelors in interior design, and I worked in the industry for a good decade before coronavirus hit and I was let go from my job.

Ironically, or perhaps more serendipitously, I made a new years resolution at the beginning of 2020 to study herbalism. I remember telling my husband about the goal, and really kind of laughing it off as something that will never happen, with 3 kids under 4 at that time.

I didn’t know why I even made that goal, because it felt like such a pipe dream. But after free birthing my third baby a few months prior, I was still riding the high of such a raw, primal, earth grounding yet shattering experience.

I knew something was calling me to dive deeper into what other gifts and lessons could be learned by tapping into the magic of nature, and I knew I had to follow it.

So I did.

What’s that saying, about when one door closes another one opens? Well, when the door to my 9-5 soul-sucking career closed, every single door to the natural world opened.

I started walking around my property and plants would literally call out to me. I would see their leaves peeking out from the ground that I’ve walked and played with my kids on for 5 years yet never noticed before, and intuitively know who they are (talkin’ bout you, miss chickweed).

I would drive down these country backroads of Virginia and almost drive the car off the road because I spotted St. Johns Wort or boneset and was giddy with excitement.

I couldn’t stop wandering and searching for plants and soaking up every bit of information I could about their uses and history and properties.

It was like I had opened a door to an entire world of ancestral knowledge that had been there all along, and that I had the key to all along, but never knew it.

And let me tell you, once you open the door, you'd be hard pressed to ignore the magic on the other side.

I am head over heels in love with wildcrafting for herbs, making magical remedies, brewing boozy concoctions, and building this community of folks to share them with through moss & violet.

Thank you for being such a beautiful part of my love story, ya’ll.

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