I’m interested in what plants teach us about being human, what grew where my ancestors lived in Tennessee— the ones that stole the land and the lives of others, what medicine the others made from the soil and sea in the Scottish Highlands, and what currently grows under my feet in the dirt that isn’t mine. I want to understand more deeply the queerness of nature. I want to learn about where queer history and herbalism//witchcraft//healing//root work//magia intersected during, say, the AIDS crisis and and and. I want to (and have and will continue doing so) dedicate countless hours to learning about herbalism specific to trans and gender-expansive folks. I want to unhinge my jaw and be fed stories of folklore and plants and magic my brain has yet to comprehend and somehow remembers every word. Plants have taught me the importance of honoring seasons and cycles, the necessity of slowing down long enough to witness, and how I can honor and heal my lineage, the land, community, and my own heart.

Do you need some plants to support you or a loved one?

Elixirs, teas, tinctures, smoke blends, steams, oils - personalized formulas from my backyard apothecary in Denver to your soft body. Sliding scale community rates for intentional, plant-based care. I barter now. Quite a bit, in fact. It’s steeped into my blood- poor folks way of living and certainly not novel but still necessary in my mind. More necessary than ever, really.