Thursday, October 30, 2014


Beggar's Ticks
(Bidens alba)
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Medicinal use of Beggar's Ticks:

A juice made from the leaves is used to dress wounds and ulcers. A decoction of the leaves is anti-inflammatory, styptic and alterative. The whole plant is anti-rheumatic, it is also used in enemas to treat intestinal ailments. Substances isolated from the leaves are bactericidal and fungicidal, they are used in the treatment of thrush and candida.

 Why waste thousands of dollars trying to rid your garden of this so called "weed"  with chemicals while trashing our watersheds and bodies , when you  can use Beggars Ticks to your advantage. It not makes an excellent compost plant, but has medicinal qualities to boot.

And just about every time I go looking for herbal stuff on the net I come across yet another great fellow weed eater's website. Check out this one:

odd pumpkin out
Columbus 2011
Mourning the loss of
My Mother's Garden...

tooomorrow, toomorrooooow....I am an Annie after all....


Tomorrow will be the 20th anniversary of my diagnosis and surgery for Ovarian Cancer.  I have written about it before on this eddy blog but 20 years seem to make it a different milestone altogether.  I am a survivor.

I feel proud and happy  that I had the wisdom and the support of many herbalists and healers at the time to enable me the strength to forego chemotherapy and choose plant medicine instead to keep the cancer from reoccurring. The Essaic Formula (google it) was my main "silver bullet" but I did a plethora of other things to keep myself healthy. 

All in all, the most important lesson that I learned while healing this and simultaneously treating myself/ navigating through surgically induced menopause, is that we do indeed have the power to heal ourselves.  As individuals, as societies, as the Planet Earth.
Our bodies were divinely designed to heal themselves. May our planet and its people inside and outside of all boundaries and borders, find the power to once and for all, make peace and heal.

Monday, October 27, 2014

“Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.”
Robert Frost

"I want to sing
like birds sing,
not caring who is listening
or what they think".

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