I remember back in the darkest years one of my personal spiritual guides recommended as a healing aid. I visit the great lavender plains of France. I remember that journey so well. Weaving through those tiny French villages, abusing those little French men as they went about their silly, little business. I couldn’t believe my eyes once I reached those mighty lavender plains. I stripped naked and ran for weeks and weeks through those fields. Eating nothing bar the tips of the lavender stalks. Gaining in strength every day. I’d fall asleep naked and exhausted every night with the sweet perfume of lavender surrounding me. Yes. I say again. It’s lavender that makes me who I am today.
