My earliest memories are of my Grandmother who always smelled of fresh bread combined with the smell of earth dirt. You could find her planting seeds or new plants in the garden area, or maybe transferring an herb that had strayed to far from her watchful eye. Her nurturing heart helped that garden grow. She taught me things about herbs, gardening, flowers, and natural folk healing, all of it being beautifully intertwined with her contagious and constant intoxicating love of the outdoors.
She loved me without limits and the stories she told me, from her simple perspective, were about the intimate secrets within everything on earth. It was through her simple, authentic compassionate love that she transmitted deep into my soul, seemingly by osmosis, not only her knowledge of plants and growing things, but the ancient and intuitive "knowings" she carried within came from beyond the limits of time itself.
To this day I am most comfortable in nature. I love to learn, write, ponder, and share the things I have learned from both the horror and beauty that has sculpted my life and the entire world wrapped around me.
One of Grandma's gifts to me is a strong dislike of judgments of all kinds. Judgments drive me crazy because it places barriers between people rather than respect and community. I have enough love in my heart to heal the universe and I'm trying to do just that - one person at a time.
Look around you - don't you see that combined as one people, we are all simply beings with beautiful talents and dreams? Its all there - life is what we make of it.
I'm glad you have reached out to connect.