Justine and I have spent the past week together. Creating. We have ignored everything else. Monica Jean (MJ) and her beau Phillip have cooked — gloriously — all our meals, And made nourishing herbal infusions for us to drink, So we can create, create, create. Here's our list of what we planned to accomplish. And what we actually did. > Create at least one mitochondria book in The Motherline Medicine Series. — The Spirit of the Plants — Yes! (Still work to do, but all images a

I have a Meyer lemon tree In a pot, of course. It's minus 2 outside And citrus is tropical, Intolerant to sub-zero weather. It blooms in January. And scents the air. I could put my nose into those blossoms And never do anything else. I am transported by that smell. It isn't a childhood memory. No citrus in my childhood backyard in Dallas. It's older than that. Inhaling the odor makes my heart glad. I cannot resist smiling. Even thinking about the aroma makes me smile. I'm chu

It can seem like everything here in the Sonoran Desert is thorny. I got jabbed picking a mesquite pod. Betsy got stuck trying to show me Woolly tomentum on the golden barrel cactus. And beware those super sharp agave thorns. Their sap is intensely irritating. But it turns out some of those thorns aren't thorns at all. They are spines. "Thorns are modified stems. Spines are modified leaves." Roses and raspberry bushes have thorns. So does mesquite. But cacti and agave have spi

Here's a fascinating article by a beloved sister who works with mushrooms. She's focusing on lion's mane here, but what she has to say...

I declared 2025 as a year of love letters. I envisioned writing a love letter every month. I've been wondering why I haven't. I got off...