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The Spiral Path ~ Reawakening the Ancestral Heart Through the Medicine of Plants"
I'm loving to share more of my Spiral Path, awakening and return to my most profound teachers - the Plants, this has been the core of my earth walk, probably in many timelines, let us hear them speak
The Rose of Return
It always begins with Rose.
She has never been just a flower in my world. She is breath and blood, thorn and thread, the very root of the remembrance. Her petals have lined the edges of my dreams since I was a child, whispering truths I couldn’t yet name. The scent of her bloom lingers long after summer has passed, like a memory that won't be forgotten, even in the coldest season., especially when ever I open my chest of dried herbs, hers is the scent I reach for first.
Rose is the mother of all thresholds. She walks beside us as we remember how to live gently, but fiercely. It was with her that I first understood the language of plants isn’t spoken, it is felt.
It's known deep in the body, like pulse or hunger. And in my moments of deepest heartbreak, or greatest clarity, it is Rose who always returns. Or perhaps, she never leaves.
Nettle’s Edge & the First Step
The first sting of connection came on the very first day of my apprenticeship with Rachel Corby.
I stepped out of my van, barefoot, cup of rose tea warming my hands. I was grounded, expectant, reverent, and then I stepped right into her.
Nettle. Wild. Upright. Unapologetic.
The sting was electric. Not just physical, but cellular. I knew instantly this was no accident. Later that very day, as we began our teachings, Rachel revealed: "Today’s plant ally is Nettle."
I smiled. My initiation had already begun.
Nettle is a fierce initiator. She teaches through the skin, through discomfort, through challenge. And she gives back a thousandfold what she demands; strength, mineral-rich resilience, deep rootedness. She teaches that to thrive is not to avoid pain, but to integrate its message.
She became my constant companion ~ tea, tincture, bath, infusion. Each cup of nettle was a homecoming to my bones.
Chamomile’s Midwife Hands
Chamomile is the midwife of my nervous system.
When the world feels brittle and my edges fray, she arrives without fanfare, without demand. Just a soft invitation: sit, sip, remember.
She has held me when I forgot how to hold myself. In my moments of disconnect, on the cusp of burnout, or crumbling under invisible pressure ~she whispers me back to life. She is the balm. The breath. The medicine that teaches me that rest is not indulgence, it is essential
Chamomile has been more than tea in my life. She has been the reminder that even the most fragile-looking beings can carry a medicine fierce enough to soothe chaos.
Calendula’s Ray of Discernment
If Chamomile is the midwife, Calendula is the lightkeeper.
Her golden petals have shown up again and again; on my altar, in my steams, in the salves I craft. She was among the final allies I met during that sacred year of plant spirit apprenticeship, but her impact has been perennial.
Calendula teaches with sunlight. She is the essence of clarity and discernment. Her presence reminds me that integrity is not about perfection; it’s about alignment. And joy, true joy, is not frivolous. It’s a discipline. A choice. A pathway.
She has sat quietly in the corners of my kitchen, infusing oils, softening wounds, reminding me that even the smallest ray of sunshine can change the day.
Birth of the Spiral Path
The Spiral Path has lived within me for as long as I’ve walked with plants.
It is the remembering that healing is not linear; it curls, unfurls, loops, and returns. Each cycle takes us deeper, not further. Each return, a new becoming.
And now, I birth her into the world: The Spiral Path – Community Supported Herbalism.
A weaving of herbal wellness on a donation basis, including consultations. A space to remember that medicine belongs to all. That nature speaks not in ownership but in reciprocity. That we can return to the land and, in doing so, return to ourselves.
To walk the Spiral Path is to return to kinship. To remember that we are not separate from the hawthorn, the moss, the nettle’s sting or the rose’s bloom. That in learning to listen again; to plant, to land, to body ~ we reweave what was once broken.
We are never alone on this path. The allies walk with us.
They always have.
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The Spiral Path ~ Reawakening the Ancestral Heart Through the Medicine of Plants"
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