Much of this was due to my ignorance of the place I was planning to make my new home, but most of it was to do with the connection I have always had with herbs. Regardless of wherever I have lived, for as long or short a time as possible, for as long as I can remember, indoors or out... I've grown herbs. Not flowers, seldom food (although that is changing) but always, always herbs.
There is something comforting about a herb garden. My dream has always been to create a medieval herb garden with as many variety of medicinal and nutritional herbs as possible. I would have separate areas of herbs for tea, for cooking, for salves and tinctures. For calming, soothing, relaxing...
For a few years now I have been wanting to learn about the nutritional and healing properties of herbs and the plants of the region that I live in. Nature has given us so much to feed, sustain and heal ourselves and I have often felt that it is a greatest insult to her that we seldom take the time to harvest and use what is so abundantly and unconditionally given.
This year I made a commitment to change this, at least for myself. Not sooner had I made that decision (as often occurs if the timing is right) the opportunity presented itself in the form of a series of weekly Herb Talks here on the little island where I live. Tuesday was the first evening and I came away inspired and excited about embracing the mystery of nature's gifts. I know this learning is going to open up for me a whole new way of living upon this earth. I'll be sure to share here what I discover..
My mother, Kathleen, at eighty, resting after repotting all my herbs.