The Herbs I Return To ~ An Aussie Witch with Celtic Bones

There is a moment, somewhere along the path,
where you realise your practice is no longer something you are learning

It is something you are living

Not gathered from books
Not borrowed from another land

But shaped quietly
through your hands, your body, your days

This is where I find myself now

A Bean Feasa with Celtic bones
standing on Australian soil

Listening to both

🌿 The Garden, The Apothecary, The Land

I don’t grow everything I work with

Some plants sit in my garden
Some live in my apothecary
And some… I meet when I walk outside

All of them are part of my practice
All of them have something to say

And when I source what I cannot grow myself
I choose as carefully as I can

I often turn to herbs grown here in Australia
from small growers where I know the plants have been tended with care
like Herbcottage

If I need something more specific
I will source through Austral Herbs

But even then… I come back to something simple

If it can be found locally
grown nearby
or shared between friends

that is where I begin

There is something deeply nourishing about trading herbs
finding someone down the road who grows what you need
or being offered a plant at just the right time

It brings the practice back into relationship
into community
into something lived and real

🌿 A Practice Rooted in Place

Over time, I have found myself leaning more and more into what is growing around me

Because more often than not
that is what is needed first

Not what is trending
Not what is rare

But what is already here

This also feels important for another reason

We are beginning to see what happens
when sacred plants become commercialised

Juniper
White Sage
Palo Santo

Plants that once grew in abundance
now at risk
or already deeply impacted

Not because they are not powerful
but because they were taken out of relationship
and turned into product

So my practice has softened back

Back to the land I am on
Back to what is available
Back to what can be tended, shared, and respected

🌿 Where It All Meets

If Celtic practice is my bones
and Australian land is my body

These plants are where they meet

Not forced together
not competing

But sitting side by side
like they recognise each other

Old memory
and present earth

Working as one

🌿 A Quiet Knowing

You don’t need to grow everything
to be in relationship with it

Some plants you tend
Some you prepare
Some you simply walk beside

All of it is practice
All of it is enough

From one Bean Feasa to another 🌿✨

Oh p.s.

If you’ve been craving a space to slow down
to return to yourself in a more gentle, cyclical way

I hold that quietly inside The Hearth

it’s not something to keep up with
it’s something to come home to

you’re always welcome there 🤍