Yesterday while waiting in the lobby of the doctor’s office, I had an eye opening epiphany. A casual conversation with an older black lady about the wait lead into an oral lesson in herbal medicine and self healing. The remedies used to heal indigestion and breast milk stimulation flowed from her mouth like molasses slow but with ease. “Chlorophyll, getchu some chlorphyll to stimulate your breast milk. It’ll make your milk like sweet milk to that baby. It’ll leave ‘em full and nourished, she said. “
In that moment, I knew this community and space isn’t necessarily lacking but needs to be illuminated. Our mothers, grandmothers and great grandmothers have held these magical potions of healing and creativity since the beginning of times. Inheriting the creative spirit to heal a nation for generations to generations. They have stories, life lessons, and creative resources to share with us and vice versa. We have stories to tell of love, beauty, perseverance, and legacies that must be passed down.
In Search of Our Gardens, this community, was birthed to heal and restore the ways of these women before us. Women of color have a duty and a responsibility to “pull out of ourselves, look at and identify with our lives the living creativity some of our great-grandmothers were not allowed to know.” The freedom to be and bask in creativity without burdens or restrictions. We owe ourselves and the women before us a garden overflowing in beauty, substance, and grace that is as expressive as our strides to pass down to our future. We aspire to share the ways of those before us in this space. Cooking, healing, art, living, gardening and all of the magic that makes us unique. In Search of Our Mother’s Garden, we yearn to find our own.
Do you have any stories that have been passed down from your mothers or grandmothers you’d like to share?