Once upon a time, all women were healers. We had to be. There was nothing else. We sought out plants to staunch bleeding, to minimise infection, to combat the symptoms of diseases that had no names. We supported our sisters, our nieces and our daughters through pregnancy and childbirth. We shared our knowledge, their joy. We held their hands through suffering and pain. And when there was nothing more we could do, we closed their eyes and held the broken people left behind.
Nature moves in cycles. We can see it in the dance of the seasons from winter to spring to summer to autumn and back to winter. We can see it in the water cycle, photosynthesis, the food web, and the life cycle of one small basil plant. Everything is constantly in motion - living, dying, beginning again - and everything is interconnected. We often forget that we are a part of that, too.