If the body keeps the score, then it only feels right— to move through healing with medicine from the earth, with plants and herbs that know our wounds, that speak to the body in the language of light.
Last month, I received bodywork from an old friend, an acupuncturist. In their space— a plant card deck, waiting for hands like mine.
I shuffle. I pull the card. The ally for shining light on what we need, and expelling what we don’t.
Ten days earlier, I had ended things with the one I called partner, lover, friend, visionary life mate.
I had never heard of Elecampane, yet here it was— arriving in beauty, in synchronicity, in divine timing. A whisper from Mother Universe herself.
Elecampane Inula helenium The Moving River
“Elecampane is the bright sun, the fortifier, the perimeter walker, the wind in a stuffy room.
It moves through the lungs— our intimate meeting place with the world— asking, what is me, and what is not me?
It teaches us to draw in what gives life, and to release what brings harm.
The lungs hold our grief. Our breath reveals the nature of our love, our belonging.
When those are clear, we inhale strength, courage, and the will to grow.
Elecampane helps the torn, the unseen, the in-between. It clears the debris of unspoken truths.
When our breath runs smooth again, we step into the sun, and proclaim ourselves— whole, at home, ready to love.”
Can I get a hallelujah?
How is it that this plant is channeling exactly what I need? Maybe my body has been calling for Elecampane without me knowing.
Maybe Mother Universe is speaking again— through healers, through word, through action.
I see you. I feel you. I’m listening. I’m here— present, receptive, ready.
The next day, I go searching. I call the herb store, the plant shop, order capsules, begin to make my own doses.
It feels grounding, rich, holy— like balance returning.
After all, I am Rising in Pisces (water), Sun in Gemini (air), Moon in Aries (fire). The only element missing— Earth.
So I root. I take Elecampane. I wait. I trust.
Healing takes time. Growth is not linear. The path of self never truly ends if we keep evolving.
My heart’s desire: to live from the land that Mother Universe provides. To love and be loved by a partner who respects himself, me, and our animals we share this life with.
As I write, a new connection enters.
I have prayed— for the divine right man, for clarity, for faith. Even prayed that my former love might be that person if he is meant to return.
But if not, may God remove him gently.
He’s done it before. He hears me still.
So I trust— in Him, in myself, in the work of becoming yet again.
