Tag: Astringent

  • Three Thorns

    Three Thorns

    On Wild Rose, the intelligence of Venus, and a Mother’s Day medicine for the heart that knows how to protect itself

    Before I add anything else to the batch, I add the thorns.

    Three of them, drawn carefully from the cane, placed into the macerating vessel with the fresh blossoms. It is a small act and a deliberate one. The thorns are not incidental to the Rose — they are not a hazard to be worked around in the harvesting. They are part of the medicine. They are, in the language of the doctrine of signatures, the whole point.

    Rose teaches two things simultaneously, and she has always taught them together: how to open fully, and how to hold a boundary. The velvety, fragrant, extravagantly generous blossom and the sharp, unambiguous thorn grow from the same cane. The same plant that offers beauty without reservation will draw blood if you approach carelessly. Three thorns in every batch, for the sanctity of that balance. For the understanding that a heart worth opening is also a heart worth protecting.

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  • Dead Nettle, Fully Alive

    Dead Nettle, Fully Alive

    Purple Dead Nettle, spring allergies, and the medicine hiding in plain sight on the farm floor

    It is purple, and it is everywhere.

    Walk any field at P.A. Bowen Farmstead right now and you will find it carpeting the soil between the pasture grasses — low, dense, spreading in overlapping rosettes of soft hairy leaves, their upper tiers flushed a deep reddish-purple that catches the early April light in a way that is, if you stop and look, genuinely beautiful. Most people don’t stop and look. It reads as a weed, which in agricultural terms it largely is, and the eye passes over it on the way to something more obviously important.

    This is a mistake the Vitalist tradition would recognize as characteristic: the most available medicine is often the least examined. The plant underfoot is the one the season is actually offering.

    Lamium purpureum — Purple Dead Nettle — is one of the first plants to come alive in the Maryland spring. And its name contains a paradox worth sitting with.

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