My Story

My story, like so many others, is meandering. I was fortunate enough to grow up around various kinds of gardening and farming. My love of plants started early on. 

I was an outside kind of kid. Not really interested in video games or television, I spent my time combing the river beaches and climbing trees throughout my native state of Illinois.

When I was 10, I was diagnosed with Hashimoto’s disease. Over the years I learned that diagnosis came with a myriad of other issues just waiting to be discovered.

I found that I received very little real help from traditional physicians.

No one explained to me that everything I was experiencing was connected. No one was seeing the whole picture. 

My involvement with natural health was relatively limited then, aside from herbal teas and salves.

Throughout my teens and early twenties I wasn’t incredibly motivated to pursue any more doctors.

I resigned myself to simply taking my thyroid medication and avoiding doctors altogether. It wasn’t until after I had my first child that I realized I had to find progressive doctors and natural practitioners, and that I had to trust myself, listen to my body, and get back to my roots.

It seems like many healers are led to be so by a personal experience with their own health. I’m quite the same.

For me, the magic of plants goes far beyond what they do medicinally from a chemical point of view. I am not separate from them. They are not separate from me.

I formed a relationship with my earthly counterparts, and that was an intrinsic part of my healing path.