The plants are stars on earth
They help you remember why you came here, bring clarity, and presence.

Let the sun kiss your skin

and the wind move through your hair.

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Let the rain wash away sorrow,
and fire return strength to your bones.

Surround yourself with birdsong—
this is how the soul remembers how to mend.

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Your chosen family may be Apple blossom and Elder Oak,
Blue Vervain lighting the heart from the swamp,
Skunk Cabbage transmuting grief,
Grandmother Cedar standing watch.

Peach brings sweetness where heat has hardened you.

When you feel insignificant or hopeless
remember the power of the tiny Grandfather Tobacco seed.
Pray with it in your left hand—
this land still remembers the old way.

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Place bare feet on the earth often.
Root into stone, mycelium, and hidden lives beneath you.

Wash your face in wild waters.
Your skin will glow with its knowing.

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The whole world is your garden—
and when you remember this, you are free.

You are needed here.

You are the medicine your Ancestors prayed for.

Julie Gaia 🌿