To talk about Dandelions
Some herbalists squeezed into my tiny rooms today
Historical herbalist warmed the theme; jaundiced Choleric grumps, French bed-wetting, impoverished children back to growth with a boiled back yard weed; wonderful stuff
then Brown bottle herbalist enthused about today’s torrent of torpid, sluggish patients and the dandelion’s peculiarly persuasive slow and potent charms, which led to
Sciency herbalist eloquently espousing on inulin, sugar and short chain fatty acids in the much longer chain event commonly known as the gut which somehow bought
Romantic herbalist to glowingly describe golden throned fairies dancing come-hither ‘signatures’ over roots of calm, leonine, ferocity, which rather neatly segued into
Political activist herbalist who gave us a wonderfully inspired speech on the bland, monochrome lawn (i.e. yawn) of convention and how needful were we dandelions, till
Hands on herbsalist, who produced some fresh dandelion tincture to do the rounds, whereupon we stopped, and the herb spoke for a while*
Double blinded and placebo controlled herbalist took a long time to say not much but it was all to the greater good and old herbalist smiled and sipped their tea while new herbalist nodded vigorously (audibly rattling their morning’s pills)
Bold herbalist, bald herbalist, biblical herbalist, lurker herbalist, everyone had something to say or said something by being, squashed in here, and not out there
Actually I couldn’t tell you how we all got in, let alone had room to talk, let alone breathe, but we did, and I learned two things that I knew but didn’t really know before…
- Our differences fade to insignificance as we remember the least of what binds us
- …
the second does not translate to a page, here it is in a hum; tum te tum tum ta da ta tum
*Dandelion says it best

Published in : AVENA - Journal of the New Zealand Association of Medical Herbalists Winter 2011
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