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I planted things this spring that I may never harvest. I put my hands in the warm soil and planted the seed, knowing that its full expression may never be witnessed by me. The vision I hold may not be seen with these eyes. But it will be seen. This is a particular flavor of bittersweet: like grief and gratitude holding hands inside my chest. I feel vulnerable suddenly, as I begin to sink into the uncertainty. The unknowing. The liminal space between what once was and what is

What are Flower Essences? Flower essences live in the space between what science can measure and what the soul already knows. That’s not a flaw. That’s the potency and life force of the medicine. I’ve been making flower essences for years — capturing the energetic signature of a flower at the height of its bloom, in full sun, in spring water — and I still find myself grasping for words every time someone asks me to explain them. Not because the explanation is complicated: bec

There is a milder, more palatable version of this story I could tell you that sounds clean and intentional, and reads like a Hallmark card: a woman follows her passion from the city to the land, builds a beautiful homestead, and now spends her time frolicking about the land, making medicine from plants and bees. While this version is true, it is not the whole truth. It misses the really good bits: the drama, the mess, the unfolding.. and a damn good story. I have been in stea