Time is slipping away from me. With hospitals and doctors appointments and a constant stream of medical issues it has been a very long year and it’s only April. I’m trying to get back to a baseline, a rhythm and normalcy so I do what I need to do: grow things, mix soil, pull weeds and be grounded in the earth.
Call it horticultural therapy or whatever, the need for me to grow cannabis medicine for myself is deeply ingrained in how I mark time and the changing of seasons, like ancient cultivators it’s how I can postulate the changes in our world. I ties me to the past and grounds me in the present with a hopeful harvest in the future.
Last year at this point at CPPNW, David and I were preparing for the Cannabis Science
Conference and our presentation on Cannabis and Spinal Cord Injury that undoubtedly has
been a highlight of our nonprofit to wonder what the goals for 2024 will be in light of heath and healing. The only feeling of continuity is the seeds.
Like I do around this time every year for many many years, I begin the growing season by
collecting and selecting seeds to be germinated and cared for over the next six months or until the light goes away. It’s what I know how to do and it is simple yet tied to the universes great complexity. It’s farming and feeding and making medicine and everything really.
It’s how I cope with the challenges of my health and it is self-care. When I use my own medicine I feel the most balanced and it brings me homeostasis- it brings me HOME where I feel safe. And after being in and out of the hospital and deregulated jumbled up, I desperately needed to get back to normal for me, home if you will.
There are 88 seeds I planted for 2024, the most ambitious seed hunt endeavor I have ever
taken on while home growing over the last 15 years. Mostly divided into half dozen lots I don’t think I will grow out all 88 planted (some have already popped or not) seeds but the chance for all of this new life has me jazzed. Like I always feel at this time of year and I am sure most farmer’s feel similarly in their hopes for a good season.
And hope springs eternal and it is why we do so many things in our lives, because it brings a
sense of purpose and direction and peace. I didn’t realize how important the flowers really are until I lost hope and was scared to death, literally. Sometimes we need to be shaken at our roots to grow a stronger tree. I did. I will not take it for granted. The genetics in these crosses are from my best friends and supporters in the cannabis community. So much intention and love!
When I placed those 88 potentials for new life, I reflected on the new season of my life and how I want to cultivate the best version of me for the world. I’m ready to make some changes so that my deep roots become unshakable in the storms of life. I want to cultivate me for a solid future and I’m blessed and thankful for everyone that has supported me.
The season is now
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