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Auntie introduced me to an elder in the community. A woman who lives quietly, grows much of what she needs, and carries generations of knowledge about plants, roots, and traditional remedies.

What started as a visit turned into hours of listening, learning, and asking questions. And eventually, she started teaching me.

I’ve been learning to recognize plants, prepare herbs, and understand the traditions behind the things she makes. More importantly, she’s teaching me patience. To listen before I speak. To observe before I touch. To understand that not everything worth knowing comes from a book.

So I’ve started building a little apothecary of my own.

I’m still a student. And something tells me I’ve barely scratched the surface. 🌱