I often tell people that a day hardly goes by that I don't turn to the healing plants in some way, shape or form. But I rarely actually take the time to list all the herbal encounters I have in any given day. So ubiquitous have the healing plants become in my life that they are just part of the flow, grabbed in a moment of need and then forgotten as the next exciting moment unfolds.
Today, however, I found myself mentally keeping track and I thought it might make a good illustration for folks just starting to bring herbal medicine into their lives to get a glimpse of just how useful and relied upon this practice can be. So, here it goes...
A day in the life of one family, with three young boys, using herbal medicine for whatever comes up...
1. Yesterday my husband had some teeth extracted at the dentist. I had treated his gums last night, but he said he could taste blood, so I soaked some gauze pads in yarrow tincture and had him bite down on them for about twenty minutes to stop the bleeding and tighten the tissues. Before he left for work I put propolis on his gums as a kind of sticky antiseptic, and gave him a bottle of anti-inflammatory tincture to take every couple hours (willow, meadowsweet and a small amount of lobelia).
2. I made my daily decoction of root tea for myself. Right now it is a blend of dandelion root, burdock root, yellowdock root, ginger, wild yam, angelica, and licorice root.
3. Later in the morning Leif picked off a scab and started whining that his boo boo hurt. He demanded salve and a band aid. We put on some homemade calendula salve and bandaged him up, which made everything better.
4. I remembered that we were out of tooth powder in the bathroom, so I made a fresh batch. Right now the ever evolving recipe is a mixture of powdered herbs (marshmallow, oak bark, licorice root), clay powder, baking soda, and essential oils of peppermint and spearmint.
5. I began to feel a cold sore coming on in the morning, so all day long I would dab on some st. john's wort oil every time I went into the bathroom to try to heal it up quickly.
6. After running around with his brothers outside, then coming in to scarf down his dinner and running back outside again, Alden came in with a tummy ache. I gave him a teaspoon of spicy electuary and said to give it 15 minutes. He was back outside in ten, with nary an ache.
7. Just before bed Alden was cleaning up and dropped the pencil box on his toes, smashing two of them. I gave him arnica, and dabbed on some bruise and trauma salve before wrapping band aids around them.
I think that is it, though in all honesty I may have left something out. Somehow Rainer, my oldest boy, managed to not need any emergency care today. Oh well, there's always tomorrow.
Herbalist 7song, who often runs first aid stations at big events like Rainbow Gathering, has said that herbal first aid is not for the squeamish, that the first aid station is where folks are hurting and unhappy and bleeding and puking... Well, that sounds a lot like being a mom. I don't know if I'll ever be working a first aid station, but life here at the home front, with three active boys and a partner who builds, fixes and maintains everything around here can sometimes feel like a first aid station. Knowing the herbs, making medicines, and being prepared has helped me become empowered, overcome squeamishness, and bring comfort and relief to my family. I'm grateful for this path and the plants that grow around me every single day.
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Monday, March 11, 2013
I promise I'll be writing new posts soon. The birds are returning and the plants are waking up and I am getting my camera ready. For now though, I'm going to repost an oldie from my original blog that I wrote back in 2009, albeit a little later in the spring than we are now. Garlic mustard is just beginning to emerge around here in mid-March. Consider it inspiration for all those edibles just starting to pop up. Garlic mustard is just one of the many plants we'll be meeting and tasting in this month's Folk Herbalism class.
Garlic mustard is a biennial of the mustard family (Cruciferae). Above is a photo of first year leaves emerging en masse under the Lilac.
The leaves, blossoms and seed pods of this plant are edible and have a definite spicy, garlicy taste that is really not unpleasant. Garlic mustard is a main ingredient in my wild greens pesto, and also goes well mixed into a mesclun salad mix.
Maude Grieve had written that garlic mustard "warms the stomach and strengthens the digestive faculties," and can be used externally as an antiseptic for gangrene and ulcers.
This month garlic mustard was featured in Rainer's Ranger Rick magazine in an article entitled, "America's Least Wanted." It is the same argument about invasive species of plants and animals that "came from other parts of the world, where they naturally belonged (my italics)" Garlic mustard is charged with crowding out native plants. There is also a recipe for garlic mustard pesto in a section called "Eat Your Enemy." I think it's wonderful that young people reading this magazine will become aware they can eat garlic mustard (though I do think my pesto recipe is better, ahem), but I am saddened that they are encouraged to think of this wonderful plant as an enemy.
(now for the rant)
I understand the angle of those who argue the threat of "exotic invasive" species to "native" species. Yet if we think more deeply about this issue it begins to get progressively vague and questionable. What is a native species? One that has been here for a hundred? Five hundred? What about those carried by animals (birds for instance)? Species of plants and animals (including humans) have been on the move over the surface of the earth from the beginning. Balances are upset, and re-established. It's all part of the cosmic dance. As Dave Jacke and Eric Toensmeier state in their tome Edible Forest Gardens, "the fact is that species disperse into new habitats all the time, even across large expanses of ocean. They also naturalize and integrate into new ecological communities all the time, and they do so at different rates depending on the characteristics of the species, the environment, and the ecosystem's other inhabitants." In my heart I do not feel that labeling some living thing as "invasive," "alien," or "enemy" does any good to bring things back into balance. And to be quite honest, it reminds me of the ugly way some Americans speak of immigrants to this country (as if any of us are not descended from immigrants). As Jacke and Toensmeier go on to say, "not only are ecosystems dynamic and ever changing, but so is our understanding of them." Let's open our minds and hearts to new possible understandings about why these plants and animals are here, and indeed why we are here, and what we can learn from one another.
Song of the Garlic Mustard
You call me invasive.
You say I'm a pest.
But I have my gifts
Along with the rest.
In the Old World I'm valued,
A edible weed;
In the New World I'm chided
For my prodigious seed.
Yet these same critics came
From the Old World as well,
And altered the balance
In ways too harsh to tell.
We're both here to stay,
That's plain as can be,
So I'll value you,
If you value me.
Now let's work together
In mutual joy,
And bring a new balance
For all to enjoy!