I keep coming here. Staring at the blinking curser. Thinking, wordsmithing, crying, reading. But not writing. So much has happened, then really not happened over the last month it’s hard to put it in a story to share. There’s been magic, so much magic and a little bit of heartbreak. There’s been more reframing and shifting (I’m becoming a pro at this, this year). There’s been deep soul diving (thanks maggie!) and a whole lot of foundation building. But it’s happened so fast and without much time to process in between so…I’m just not sure where to begin.
Maybe with what I know right now. This year I was given a mighty rebirth. A chance to really experience childlike joy. Since as long as I can remember, I was told “Latisha was born 30.” And the events of my life unfolded to fit that description almost like a prophecy. So this year at the magical resurrection age of 33, I re-entered the womb, and allowed myself to start again. I’ve spent a lot of time rechilding and playing. Letting myself feel through emotions as if for the first time, without judgment, without fear, without filter, without tact. Expressing and experiencing unabashed joy at the simple miracles of the every day and heart-wrenching pain at whatever emerged. I am now in the process of growing this new self up. Recently, I feel like I’ve been stepping, ever so lightly, into a new phase. And there’s a clashing of soul parts many days. I feel a little Brittany Spears ‘Not a girl, not yet a woman’. Though I know I have old wisdom to share, sometimes I feel very young in the world.
Herbmother very much represented my rechilding process. And I followed the call to share that joy with as many people as possible. But as I feel a change, so too must my work in the world. This is why I love the medium of blogging so deeply. The best way to be a good bloggin’ neighbor, is to show up as yourself, even as you change. So I’m back again at the drawing table, following the flow and learning how to express myself freely and fully. Inspired by the many strong and brave women in my life, I feel the safety of sharing my whole self here a bit more.
I’m in my (mobile) studio herbcrafting and playing as many hours as my family can spare me toward the new work I’d like to share. If all goes well, I’ll be unveiling a bit of my new offering at Squam’s vendor night in less than two weeks. But for now, in order to stay present for us during our (second!) transition, I’m returning to the blogging style that’s most natural for me: stories about whatever comes up. The herbs will always be there, I am a plant lady to my core, but maybe not in quite the same way. To start, I’d like to share a few truths.
Truth: I have a love affair with herbs. I want you to feel the joy and the ease of using them in your home in all ways.
Truth: Writing tutorials and herbal informationals is really boring for me most of the time.
Truth: I am a deeply spiritual person with a rich spiritual practice.
Truth: I don’t believe herbs can fully heal you on their own, especially if we keep using them like nature pharmaceuticals.
Truth: I do believe we can heal. I want to have conversations about how we nourish ourselves and our families from deep within, wholly, holy. About how we take back the right and the rite and the power to heal ourselves. About how connecting nurture to nature is where we begin. About how the plants work as willing allies, not magicians.
With only a little tremble in my voice I want to ask: will you join the conversation?
Nature Philosopher, Gentle Nurturer, Playful Herbmama
My deepest gratitude for every single one of you that comes here to spend your time in this space.