Before we proceed with today, I must take you back to yesterday's activities: I have this gorgeous secret garden project I posted about on 'Greening Gaia'; working there yesterday afternoon I discovered to my delight a forest grove hiding behind the northern wall. I proceeded to burst with all kinds of inspiration and cleared out some of the alien invasive weeds. I groomed some of the dead branches from the bottoms of the pines, so I could walk among them a bit.
I got bitten by some bug or other, and brushed it off my chin. I was admittedly hot and sweaty, and had just been pulling out a few more weeds, but I thought no more about it. Later, I planted a day lily by the mailbox. On my way back to the house, I noticed a plantain.
I have a History with Plantains. I know their medicinal worth, so I tolerate them, but for some reason I really detest them. Or did, until today. Anyway, I saw this plantain and in a surge of unjustifiable spite, I pulled it out and threw it away. I didn't want it on the lawn next to the stone walkway. Fine. Then, this morning, when I walked blissfully down to get my coffee
and then wash my face, I started itching intolerably under my chin.
Once I looked in the mirror, I found patches of what was obviously poison ivy (my daughter has had it) next to the bridge of my nose, by my left ear, and under my chin.
[Also one on my ankle, but that hardly counts compared with the FACE rash.] I have never before in my entire life had poison ivy. It's horrible. So I looked for jewelweed, since it grows riotously around here in some spots, but couldn't find any in our woods.
Naturally, the second best option (for bug bites and/or poison ivy) which was readily available is none other than: Plantain. So I had to go out to the front lawn and shamefacedly repent for murdering this plantain yesterday for no good reason, and then ask its cousin if I could please use some of its leaves.
I got some leaves, chewed them up, rubbed them on my face, and now I feel great. Other than my ferociously stinging pride, that is.
Moral of the story: karma's a b*tch, but she's a FAIR b*tch. Just thought I'd share that for possible entertainment at my expense.






Seminar. September 2010: African Druids Sangomas, Inyangas 