Plants as Portals

Allies of the wise women and people of olde

Plants have their own unique energetics, personalities and preferences

Not human-like

Yet animate and sentient

They open themselves up to midday sun, are impacted by the tides and planetary shifts

They heal not by curing conditions but by matching energetics

Hot cold light heavy dry moist

Plants contain multitudes

Delightful tastes

Intoxicating perfumes

Brilliant hues

They can nourish

They can kill

Cunning folk of old were gifted bits of wisdom from the plants themselves

Take my leaves for arthritis

My seeds for fatigue

Plants are portals to other worlds

What dye will be revealed when their leaves have been pounded, flowers brewed into emulsion

What colour palette unfolds within the prairies

The sea

The mountain

What unseen kaleidoscope lies within a leaf?