In all sincerity reading your story of the kind old lady by the hawthorn tree makes my day and I appreciate you sharing it tremendously. Your story makes me think of one that Matthew Wood shares in his first volume of Earthwise Herbal, pp. 212 -213:
"My friend Jennifer Tucker, an herbalist in State College, Pennsylavania, passed on a beautiful case history. A woman came with her four- or five-month-old baby for flower essences. The baby, she explained, had a too small aorta and either was going to die or need surgery, which it was unlikely to survive. She and her husband had chosen not to do the operation --- the flower essences were for her to accept the eventual death of the little child. She didn't want to get her hopes up, but Jennifer got her to give the baby hawthorn. At the next check-up the doctor exclaimed, 'What did you do to this baby?' The woman was frightened, but he quickly explained that the artery was now normal in size. Every once and a while, the mother brings the little bot to visit 'the herb lady.'"
Of course I share this story for it's numinous beauty, not as any sort of medical advice ;-)
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In all sincerity reading your story of the kind old lady by the hawthorn tree makes my day and I appreciate you sharing it tremendously. Your story makes me think of one that Matthew Wood shares in his first volume of Earthwise Herbal, pp. 212 -213:
"My friend Jennifer Tucker, an herbalist in State College, Pennsylavania, passed on a beautiful case history. A woman came with her four- or five-month-old baby for flower essences. The baby, she explained, had a too small aorta and either was going to die or need surgery, which it was unlikely to survive. She and her husband had chosen not to do the operation --- the flower essences were for her to accept the eventual death of the little child. She didn't want to get her hopes up, but Jennifer got her to give the baby hawthorn. At the next check-up the doctor exclaimed, 'What did you do to this baby?' The woman was frightened, but he quickly explained that the artery was now normal in size. Every once and a while, the mother brings the little bot to visit 'the herb lady.'"
Of course I share this story for it's numinous beauty, not as any sort of medical advice ;-)