Sometime about two weeks ago I got caught with my pants down as an herbalist.

Wait, let me back that up. You see, I occasionally expect myself to be God. I should be able to look at my child, hear the forest, give him whatever is appropriate and keep things moving. And.. I didn’t. I mean I couldn’t. I mean, if the child had a psychotic break, possession or something woo-woo I have stuff for his ass. But for an ear infection, I had no idea what to do.

Garlic and Mullen oil or Raw Onions, Lavender, Pennyroyal and Mint…. shit, I don’t know. I didn’t know who or what to put where and to top if off my husband was sick too. There wasn’t space to pray, meditate, research and head to the apothecary (which is what I’d normally do).  It was a hot funky mess.

So, we did things I hate to do. We went to the doctor. We gave the child antibiotics. The child got a rash I brewed some stuff and then the child got well. He is still surly, but much better than he was. The kicker is that we need to go back next month for vaccinations. That’s a whole other kettle of fish.

I am happily humbled and a bit relieved in some way. I officially know my lane and now understand how to stay the fuck in it 🙂 There are local herbalists. I need to reach out to them; especially since they work with Mamas. I swear by hook or crook this little boy teaches me something amazing about life and myself every day.

I hope you and your loved ones are well. It’s a bit wild out there!



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