Set about asking a favor to make a flower essence, this first morning of their bloom. Wow, they’re working us today! Finding our way through big thorns back to the heart, and honoring the strength of three.
There’s so much I’d like to share about how I feel about this plant, but pinning their mystery down with words feels trite. So maybe a story instead. While working at Avena Botanicals decanting tinctures and preparing bottles for sale, getting the labels on bottles of this flower essence straight was almost impossible, while the others were a cinch. When I noticed this it was like a light went on and I started seeing this plant.
Practicing mother, weedwife, animist, human, who's very thankful to live on the coastal plain of Southern Maine, in Wabanaki terretory, near a place called Owascoag.