EMMET

I was born and raised on the west coast of Sweden, and as far back as my ancestry goes and I have been able to trace, I am Swedish. I grew up idyllically on a lake, in the woods. As a child I never knew myself to be separated from nature—I was of it. And I think I have always had that knowing, but with an equal dose of curiosity for pulse and life and always more. I longed for big cities, adventure and explorations, experiences, joy, connection, belonging.

 

And so for 20 years I did just that—tasted life, tried on many hats and schools and careers ( I am a Manifesting Generator, it all makes sense now), and spent a decade in San Francisco as my base. Graphic design studies brought me there. I was a preschool teacher, started an all-organic food company for preschools that I ran for 7 years, became a mother of two during those years, lost myself, searched for her, longed for me. And then, I realized I could no longer live without trees, that my eyes needed vastness, space, that my body and nervous system were so, very, tired.

 

So I returned to the woods, but a different flora and fauna than the one I know in my bones. And I think that was an important part of it too—it made me tread lightly on the land. These lands, so clearly not mine, but where I was asking to root down. It took me years of getting to know and build relationships with the plants, the trees, and the soil beneath my feet.

 

When a tree told me to bring some of its pine needles back home, I did. And then I googled what to do with pine needles and found a formula for an infused oil. And as I started stirring the needles and the oil, I  remembered: I have done this before. I wasn't learning something new, I was remembering.

 

From there on we went into  Covid, lockdown, and the plants got louder. I dove into herbalism classes and quickly found that I was less interested in a traditional and clinical way of working with plants and always drawn to the energetics, the unseen, the Mystery.

I discovered more of me in those places. It was unraveling, untethered, and deeply uncomfortable a lot of the time. It took me many years to understand and trust my own abilities and forge my own path.

 

I teach what I know to be true for me. I guide the way that the plants have done with me—it's often playful, in awe, and always with a deep sense of reverence for the person I am working with, for the plants, the mystery of the universe we each and all have inside of us, and at the same time rooted in the knowing, like mycelium,  that we are always connected.

 

It has taken me a long time to get to here, to these offerings. Heartbreaks, separation, another move further out in West Marin, many ceremonies, shedding of layers, old ideas, beliefs, grief, and so much trust. The womb work and holistic pelvic care  I was a receiver of, taking the class myself three years after signing up and another year to figure out what I am actually doing, how to weave the plant spirits with the womb work, knowing I am here to help birth people into themselves. And I am certain it will keep unfolding as I keep walking my path, one step at a time.

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I know that I can trust the love. I trust the Earth. I know that the plants are always communicating with us, that you have so much wisdom in your bones, that the sisterhood is everything, that  right now, old ways and systems are crumbling, that our world needs us to start remembering who we are, and that our bodies are ready and are responding quickly.

 

Let's get to it.