Story: I was just four years old, knocked out on a blanket in my grandma’s backyard in Morgan Park on the South Side of Chicago. A place where I created many mud pies and collected rocks & sticks in my pockets. It was one of those family gatherings where the grown folks talked and laughed for hours, and I guess I drifted off in the middle of it all. Somebody snapped a photo of me sleeping in the grass, surrounded by flowers and the late summer breeze. As an adult, I look at that picture and I’m so glad they let me rest like that—just me and nature, no rush, no noise, just stillness.
I’ve always been an Earth baby, a Virgo born when summer’s winding down and everything smells like tomatoes and sun-warmed dirt. That photo reminds me of where I come from. Earth. And that moment planted a seed.

Years later, during my Saturn return—after my grandparents had both transitioned—I found myself back in that same house, learning the names of the herbs, making tea blends, and slowly becoming the herbalist I didn’t know I was always meant to be. Now I have my own little garden. I water my plants like prayers. I don’t pluck myself too early anymore. I let things grow. I protect what’s sacred. Because that little girl on the blanket knew something ... sometimes the most healing thing you can do is rest close to the Earth and let her hold you.

Creative Field: Healer

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