I can still remember in horror my grandmother grumbled in her overgrown garden picking these leaves in the leaves, throwing them all into a pot of boiling water and drinking it. Of course at the time I, plus a lot of the other young members of the family, thought she was quite mad and more than a little weird. What we didn’t realise at the time was that Grandmother was saner than any of us and quite the herbalist, and it seems, quite a brilliant one at that. As much as I rack my brain I can’t remember her suffering from anything so common as the common cold in her entire long life time. Of course, some might say it had nothing to do with her unusual er…habits, she was just one of those lucky few who experience a better health for most of their charmed lives. Of course, I can’t argue with that. However the more I think about it, the more I’m convinced that she knew something I didn’t. She knew I believe, some of the old ways. The ways that somehow tied us to the land for everything that we needed. The land, Mother Nature if you like, sustained us. Not just for our food but also (and doesn’t it make a lot of sense when you think about it), for our health.
Let me explain, I’m not one of those people we want to go back to. For all the grandmother’s wisdom, she still could not cure Rickets, TB, or Polio. Those terrible diseases that almost die will come later when we are wiser and vision is more hygienic. No, what I’m suggesting is a combination of both. A partnering of the knowledge of the past with today’s expertise in science and what have you. Of …» Read more