07/02/2026
There is a strong connection between us and the plants, they touch our soul and can lead us where we need to go. One of our students in the Green Witch School of Herbalism relayed this story and I wanted to share it with all of you. Some of you may have been here and some will think it a hokey story, either way, you can just see it as another story of connection.
In the theme of this season—a series of unfortunate events that continue to clear the way for sparkle—my herbal garden got torn up. Gone.
I wept. I accepted it. But I was devastated on a symbolic level because it represented the essence of the transition I’m currently in. Every step seems to become misaligned… or so I think. Then, somehow, the box of rain reveals herself as the cleanse I didn’t know I needed.
After lamenting my garden and feeling the need for a forest cleanse, I took my two older girls to our local town forest. I had that same feeling of overwhelm I experienced last summer, when this need for transition first began to reveal itself. It was this strange combination of sorrow but gratitude for being there with my girls and a deep knowing that I have a bright future ahead. It was the exact feeling I had the first time I found, ghost pipe last summer.
At that time, I knew nothing about her. We picked one, and by the time we reached the car it had turned black. I remember thinking, “Oh… that’s a bad omen.” Later, Sheilagh briefly shared her own experience with ghost pipe in class, and I was elated because I realized I’d already met her once before.
So there I was again this year, carrying that same mix of overwhelm and hope. It’s such a specific feeling. I remember thinking, “Oh, f**k… here I am again. Same place, a year later. I’m so tired of treading water…” And then almost immediately, “No. Look where I am. Look at my girls. I’m lucky.”
I bent down to fix my shoe, and who was staring back at me? How did I miss this?
Motherwort everywhere. She also chose her own song—“Recover” by CHVRCHES—again, simply by me hitting shuffle before I started recording.
I ended up doing a flower essence ceremony with her from late afternoon into sunset. Then I woke up this morning feeling absolutely compelled to begin a tincture. The irony: I had felt this undeniable pull to make the flower essence on a Friday, and motherwort has long been associated with Venus and Friday.
Just… magic. I find all of it so beautiful. People find church in times of trouble.
I found plants.
Thank you, you magic sparkle souls, for being such wonderful guides.They make me feel giddy. Hopeful. Curious again.
And I can’t wait to see where they lead next.
Warmly,
Meg
