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Tea For Period Cramps

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Painkillers have never actually worked to stop period pain for me, but I was surprised to find a cup of this tea can reduce my cramps within 10 minutes. Hopefully it can work for you as well!!!

Ingredients:

• ½ tsp lavender

• ½ tsp chamomile

• ½ tsp ginger

• 1 tsp honey

Simmer the ginger in a cup of water for 2-5 minutes. Turn the heat off and add the lavender and chamomile, leaving to steep a further 1-2 minutes. Strain into a cup and add a teaspoon of honey if you want it sweet (I prefer without myself).

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🔥 🫗 fire cider (the go-to flu season herbal immune system support = infused vinegar; oxymel) 🫗🔥 food-centric herbalism

Take as: a daily spoonful illness preventative, salad dressing base, hot sauce...and also doubles as a digestive aid for those with weak stomach acid!

Herbs to Use in Fire Cider: ginger, garlic, horseradish, thyme, rosemary, hot peppers, onion, turmeric, lemon, orange, lime, cloves, stinging nettles, sage, cranberries, mint, sage, rosehips, elderberries, cinnamon, rosemary, radish, red clover, oregano, mugwort, black pepper, etc. (Select whatever pungent, spicy, mineral rich, or antimicrobial herbs you wish)

Made with vinegar as the base & menstruum. Raw apple cider vinegar is by far the most popular choice of vinegar for this medicinal preparation.

Sometimes sweetened with unrefined sweetener. Honey and maple syrup are great choices.

photo sources:

moon and spoon and yum

homestead and chill

free people blog

fare isle

fire cider! by rosemary gladstar

Herbalism book reccomendations 📚🌿

General herbalism:

For my black folks!!!

Indigenous authors & perspectives!!

Latin american herbalism works!!

🌿This is what I have for now but I’ll update the post as I find and read new works, so keep coming if you wanna check for updates. Thank you for reading 🌿

Hauntingly beautiful is what I would like to be called.

Not pretty or hot or cute, but hauntingly beautiful.

In a way an abandoned castle overgrown with vines is during sunset

Or a midsummer storm whose specks of lightning you watch from a distance.

In a way the wild ocean is as it splashes onto the sheer cliffs.

In a way that things are still beautiful despite the darkness surrounding them.

tear me apart, tooth and thorn, until my tatters dance with the falling leaves

*+:｡.｡ 🐸☂️🌲  ｡.｡:+*

If you grow a forest in your pain, it will forever lie in rotten leaves. The rain will turn sour as the ashen earth snaps its teeth, and the roots of the tallest trees will shrink from the salt in which they are set. Find your shovel amongst the weeds and dig once more– dig through clay and stone and pain until you are at the seed that started it all– and give it love. Give it kindness. Plant it in soft soil and forgive its false springs and withered stalks; it grows in new earth now. Someday its branches will kiss the clouds and taste sweet summer rain; for now, you do not need a forest. You only need time.    

you are not the soil from which you sprang, nor the rain that fed your roots. you are not the feet that pushed you down nor the sun that drew you up. you are not your seed– you are something new, shining in each branch and furling leaf, and you are still growing. grow tall, grow free. 

Do you know what happens if you touch the water laying still in hollowed tree stumps, suspended in rotting wood, rain trapped and tamed? if you dip one finger and swirl the sky, ripples rumbling across reflections– the ripples will abate, surely, and some world will return placid from distortion– but every ripple reaches further than its pond, and the world is so easily stirred.

Sweet decay fills the space where my heart used to beat, moss so soft lays me down and whispering, lulls me to sleep. I dream of mushroom caps and fields tilled fresh and filled anew with rot; I dream of peace among the trees and quietude in thought.  

dip your head and feel your antlers, worn, moss-dripping, gouge the earth below. you are stirring things forgotten. They are dark. They are lovely.

They walk beside you. they give what light they can– a hand on your shoulder, the brush of the night on your cheek– they wonder how to slip best through the trees to remind you that you have been under their eyes a thousand times and each you have survived. Let your eyes linger on the sky and see the crescent moon grin.

One day you will drink in kindness like the soil in a storm. You will take all that you can until you are overflowing with it, waiting, never sated, for those showers to come again. You will breathe gentleness like breaching the ocean for the first time and feel it flooding, pure, into your lungs. You will tilt your head up to heart which fills you like a sprout brimming with the sun– and then you will return it to where it came, as like is to like, and love is to love.