Plants have always been part of my story, long before I ever brought home my first spider plant or learned the difference between overwatering and “this plant just has attitude.” My journey into herbalism didn’t begin with a textbook or a workshop. It began in my childhood kitchen, in a Caribbean household where herbs were woven into daily life without ever being labeled as anything special.

A reflective Winter Solstice meditation on grief, legacy, and the healing power of ritual. Slowing down with nature, honouring my father's transition, and find renewal through rest, movement, and herbal tea.

A vibrant field of colourful wildflowers basks in the gentle glow of the setting sun, creating a serene and picturesque landscape. Reflections and Insights As the golden days of summer drift away, I pause to turn my gaze towards Autumn's soft promise. In this space between seasons, I invite you into the heart of my journey becoming an herbalist. Why I answered the call to become an Herbalist and how plants have become my teachers and companions. Lavender fields bask under the warm glow of a...