Growing up, I was immersed in the mainstream narrative of birth, postpartum, really womanhood as a whole, being filled with suffering. Pain. Martyrdom. I was surrounded by women who were disconnected from their bodies and abandoning their feminine strengths in attempt to thrive in a masculine world.

In my early twenties, I began to walk my healing path and moved across the country to Oregon attend an herbalism program. In a little cabin on a mountain, surrounded by gardens, my world changed forever. I learned the names and medicinal properties of plants I’d only known as “weeds”. I learned the history of western medicine as we know it today. I understood for the first time how deeply connected we are to all living beings, and how our bodies are ever-evolving terrain, just like the earth. I felt the plants change me in slow, subtle ways. Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually.