Today im leaning into the greens, nourishment and supportive food. Its been a crazy week, I slipped a disk in my neck and it opened a whole can of worms, healing salve and bone broth to the rescue! Look for the videos coming soon to a classroom near you!

Last night, I mixed a little sourdough starter, flour, and a touch of honey 🍯 into a bowl. Let it rest overnight — just enough wild magic to start something good ✨ This morning? A little baking soda, a splash of milk 🥛… And we’re making drop biscuits. Today’s herbs: onions and garlic 🧅🧄 The delicious kind that cleanse the blood and wake up the lymphatic system — Flavors that feel like medicine, because they are 💫 I really love cooking with herbs. But I think a lot of people forget: 🌿 Herbs only work when you take them regularly. Not just once a week — but daily. In your food, your tea, or even just a big cup of fresh herbs sitting in the middle of the table, scenting the room. So today, I’d encourage you to plant something 🌱 Some herbs love the cold — arugula, for example, thrives in it 🥬❄️ And it’s the perfect time to tuck garlic into the soil for next year 🧄🪴 We’re in the season of opposites: Bringing herbs inside to dry 🌬️ Making broths, biscuits, and cozy things… While also saying goodbye — and putting the garden to sleep 🛏️ Today, I’ll do just that. But not before I harvest my last chives 🌿 (Spoiler: they’ve already found their way into the biscuits 😋) There’s a distinct possibility of blender hollandaise later... And maybe that back bacon I got from the Hutterites at market 🥓 (If I can remember where I put it 😅)

Today, today is a high stress crazy emotional roller coaster so I'm going to drink a big old cup of tea, something soothing to my system and calming and comforting.... coffee is tea right? Herbs and water left to infuse?

🌿 Welcome to the Group🌿 A place to remember the everyday magic of plants, one sip, one sprig, one breath at a time. This is not a clinical course. This is not a crash diet of folk medicine. This is a space for slowness — a garden of shared remembering. Where herbs are not only studied, but lived with. Felt. Cooked with. Sat beside. Dreamed into. A sacred return to the old ways — not as reenactment, but as a living, breathing rhythm. Here, we explore how to integrate herbs — not as isolated remedies, but as steady companions in daily life. Not emergency tools, but soul allies. We’re talking: ✨ Teas stirred with intention ✨ Food infused with vitality ✨ Oils made by your own hands ✨ Small rituals that meet big emotions ✨ …and above all, listening. Because the plants have voices. And they remember us. 🌱 Growing is Knowing One of the deepest ways to know an herb is to grow it. To tend it through seed, root, sprout, bloom, death, and rebirth. To see how it reaches for the light. To smell it as it bruises in your fingers. To witness how its essence changes in morning dew versus late summer heat. This is how a plant becomes more than a name in a book. This is how it becomes kin. When you grow your own herbs — even just one pot of mint, basil, or thyme — you enter into a deeper dialogue. Not just of use, but of presence. A plant grown by your hand moves differently through the body. It carries a resonance — of care, of memory, of subtle understanding. Like a friend you’ve known in all seasons, not just one. 🪑 Why a “self sufficient Group”? Because we’re gathering in the spirit of old kitchens and cottage gardens. Circles of women and herbalists and grandmothers, sitting on low stools with pots simmering, herbs drying, hands working. Learning not from textbooks alone, but from conversation. From experience. From smell and taste and intuition. From what our ancestors called common sense — though it’s anything but common now. This is a reclamation. A remembering. A slow unwinding of disconnection.