plant memory

I have been thinking a bit about my first ever plant memory.

Which is actually one of my earliest vivid memories- which I find so interesting. For me there are a lot of gaps in early childhood memories, due to different traumas and probably some level of just being a kid with a porous memory. But there is one memory that sticks so clearly it has become this image for me of safety and comfort.

It more recently has come to me as a reminder that this was my first remembered experience as an herbalist. Long before I ever knew what that was or that I myself, was a sweet little herbalist.

When I was about 5 or so years old I recall grabbing as many blankets from the house as I could while my mom was in the shower. I took all of those blankets outside into my favorite lawn in the apartment complex. This was a small lawn that looked almost like a kidney bean shaped pool had been filled with grass. And this grass, I LOVED this grass. I called it baby grass- because it always seemed to have the softest grass. Even then I was recognizing patterns in nature without knowing that was what I was doing. And this grass that would grow during certain parts of the year was the softest, purest grass “baby grass.”

So, I took that bounty of blankets and made a cozy bed on the grass. I remember so vividly crawling into this bed feeling SO safe and comfortable. It was like I had made a safe haven or nest for myself and was instantly encompassed in a feeling of peace, protection and joy.

I hardly thought of what my mother would think of me putting all of our blankets in the grass. Because, I knew my sweet & connected mother would understand.

The cover photo for this blog is a photo I made an image of this memory for you to have a glimpse into.

It’s so interesting to explore what came up while making this image and exploring this early plant memory. When I was looking up photos of the grass I felt disappointed in all of the images. I could feel the pointy sharp blades and knew none of the images portrayed just how soft that grass truly felt.

The grass I found for this photo fit the criteria so I began building my bed with the whimsy I felt of laying in that bed.

And so I am curious-truly, what is your first plant memory?

Send me a message, I would love to hear.

You may be surprised what comes up and just how connected we are to the plants without even knowing.