A Shared Heritage

These ancient mountains share an origin with the West Highland Way in Scotland. Hard to believe, eh? I learned about this bit of geological goodness from a friend of mine who was recently in Scotland. She mentioned to her group mates that the terrain reminded her so much of the geography here that if the countryside didnt end in a cliff, she would have thought she’d never left home. It was then that one of those mates shared the history of what we call Appalachia.

We were once part of the same geological plate known as Caledonia; the opening of the Atlantic Ocean is what separated us from them; check out the full story here. Just in case you are curious, the International Appalachian Trail includes Canada, Greenland, Scotland, countries along the eastern seaboard of Europe and into Morocco.

Let that sink in for a few minutes. Learning that tidbit kindled a desire to create my own standing stone circle, similar to that found outside Inverness, Scotland. This would be on a much, MUCH smaller scale and I haven’t shared this idea with my beloved yet, I can just hear his eyes rolling even now!

Its no wonder I ended up in this place and have no desire to leave; there is an old magic here, that lives in the soil, rocks, and trees. You can hear it in the bird song and sit still long enough, see it in the wildlife as they move about you. And that is why I grow the herbs I need to make tisanes. These plants are all perennials and have a relationship with the soil, their roots pulling up not only the nutrients needed to grow and thrive but the magic that lives here.

Yes, you can get tisanes anywhere in the world. What I make here grows in ancient soil that carries old magic; to drink this tisane is to taste a remembering of the old ways. and I caution you to not be careless. old magic is playful, cunning, and can be outright frightening. These are small batch tisanes and once this year’s leaves are gone, that’s it til the next season.