And in all the world enchantment remains as our true gifts flow through our veins.
I suppose I really did think that everyone could do what I do. I assumed that I could also do what others could do. Surely I could learn to play the guitar well and walk around sounding like Joni Mitchell. I played the piano for twenty years and cannot remember a single tune. No Carol King career for me. I love my art work until I am next to other artists. Then mine looks a little fifth grade. I can do a lot of things if I work terribly hard and then I will grow bored of them and wander off, for they are not my true gift.
Plants are my passion. I live, breathe, dream, create, and work around plants, specifically in medicine. I have a green thumb after never giving up and I can grow anything in a pot or in the soil of the prairie. But my real magic is in making plants into medicine. This is very humbling, very honoring, and I am a little awestruck at the magic of it all.
Over the years I have seen people working so hard, trying to learn herbalism, and it doesn’t quite work out, and then they wander off to pursue their true gifts.
It changes everything when you know that you have a true gift for something. A responsibility even. The idea of multiple stores or hiring employees goes out the window if I am the vessel that makes the medicine work. I would never sell it wholesale. The importance of working one on one with people is so important to the craft. I so respect the plants and their medicine, as well as the people and animals I care for. Out of all the gifts I could have been given, I am deeply honored and slightly insanely passionate about being a plant healer.
There are lots of gifts flowing through both sides of my family line, the blood line of varying types of healers, and they can all garden like it is second nature. I am the first plant healer in awhile.
In every culture there was a medicine person. Many households knew minor remedies but there was one person who knew the plants and their medicines intimately, who could handle the bigger issues. Not everyone could do it. The odds of having it in one’s bloodline and as their gift was really quite rare. Just as all gifts are.
Shyanne Mae has really grown up since this blog first started. She has become an amazing young woman. She read my entire text book, did all of the assignments, passed the test, made an effective medicine for her father, and learned to work the shop in twenty-four hours. She said she had an epiphany. She was in love with the plants too. Granted she grew up with this lifestyle, but it doesn’t mean she would fall into the enchantment of its gifts and lessons. You can imagine my excitement that my daughter is working with me side by side to develop medicines for our community and beyond.
So, I may not ever become a Rockette, or a folk musician, or even a proper artist, but I am embracing my gift and all the emotions that go with it, and am so happy to share the gift with my child.
What is your true gift?