Once upon a time I recognized my first wild plant on a hike. Hawthorn. I brought it home and made a tincture and gifted it to all of my loved ones. A spark ignited in me that day, a joy I’d rarely experienced doing anything else. I’ve always wanted to nurture my family in a way that connected us to nature, that grounded us, that made us think critically about illness and wellness. It’s been five years since I picked my first hawthorn berries. At one time I thought herbal medicine was too daunting for me, that I could never learn without a teacher. But the plants became my teacher. Playful and inviting, they showed up in the funniest places, came to me exactly when I needed them. When I look at this cabinet, I don’t just feel pride. I feel magic. The magic that flowers from soil to sole is the same magic that plants take into their roots. It’s the same magic that leaves and berries and all manner of medicinal things gift to you. I’m so grateful I’ve learned to accept them, to hear the call of plants when they want my attention. #herbalmedicinecabinet #herbalmedicine #rewildyourmedicine #wildmedicine #wildcrafting #foraging #kitchenwitch https://www.instagram.com/p/B-pWFoLgT8Z/?igshid=13mhqgkblixjc