Musings, Recipes, & Wellness

Standing under the quaking leaves of Aspen trees, in a quiet little grove, I say a small prayer of thanks for the Osha I am about to harvest, for the medicine that will heal my friends and family, for a food that the bear and I share a fondness. Its Osha root. That most powerful herb that finds itself in a category of herbs so wild that it refuses to be cultivated in the garden with any great degree of success. Osha asks that you let it be free to grow on its own, in the Aspen groves, laying under...