My Planet Apothecary
My greatest lessons and most fond memories occurred around a heavy, round, oak table in my family’s kitchen. Its heavy clawed feet grounded us. It was the heart center of the entity of the family, the nucleus of sharing.
Our circle, our table, was the central point of preparing meals as well as the daily and seasonal harvest for canning, freezing, pickling and gelling. It was the spot we would lay out the medicinal and culinary herbs for storing when the seasons changed.
It was essentially our womb: the safe space to share about our daily experiences.