Learning to be consistent

Here’s some great insights from Mike Biltonen (my darling husband), about his journey. 

There are times in life when things just aren’t right. Oh, sure you believe you have it all figured out, but it isn’t until that lightning bolt hits and you are shaken into a streaming light of reality that you realize how much you needed that something (or someone) to put you back on track. My lightning bolt struck about 14 years ago. It struck at a time while I was attempting to get my life back on track after a rather turbulent few years. That lightning bolt was my soul mate, guru, and soon to be wife, Debbie Lewis.

At the time, I met Debbie I was in the midst of transformational period in life. I had just moved back to New York and in attempt to get things right, I began practicing yoga, running, and paying attention to the spiritual side of myself. I didn’t realize how superficial the  things I was doing really were. In retrospect, I was doing each of these things in a very half-assed way.  I wasn’t really eating right. I was eating well, but not right. I wasn’t consistent with any of my practices whether it be jogging, yoga, or even work. I had stuck my toe in, but had refrained from diving in.

After I met Debbie, she began to teach me and lead me in the direction I needed to go. If Debbie is anything, she is consistent, so she taught me to be consistent. Although I was very much a conservationist, she taught me to be true and thorough, not superficial. She opened up the worlds of herbs and holistic medicine and helped me learn to heal myself when I was sick. She opened up new worlds and parallel universes to me in just about all aspects of my life.

On this point, I must be very clear, as it will probably end up having saved my life. I was not a particularly strong believer in western medicine, but neither was I a skeptic. Prior to meeting Debbie, whenever I was sick I would take the normal regimen of OTC drugs and cures, including antibiotics, to get better. What Debbie taught me straight out of the gate was that nature provides a better way. I guess I always knew that, but she showed me the way. In fact the first bad cold I ever had (after I met her), she cured with a potent tea of garlic, ginger, Tabasco, herbs and magic. As she described it, it scared the flu bug right out of me. But as we’ve since learned (but, as our ancestors knew all along), many of these ingredients have natural antibiotic and germ fighting properties. We just need to believe and practice and be consistent.

Since that time, nearly 14 years ago, I have sometimes fought against but always followed Debbie’s advice. And though I had been a long-time believer in the real and spiritual powers of Mother Earth, she opened up the doors and got me to lay in her arms without question of who was really in charge. Today, Debbie creates these incredible healing tinctures, salves, and teas for our family. I often question whether we should just abandon western medicine altogether given her powers. I know who’s in charge and I get to lie in her arms every night.

 

Yarrow tested first hand

I do not have luck with manual can openers. They all seem to leave a little connection; never a clean cut around the entire can. I have even shopped around and bought supposedly, “new and improved” can openers, but after awhile they all leave a small frustrating connection.

The other day while making supper, I made a mistake. I was in a rush and had very little patience while opening a can. Instead of slowing down, focusing on the little connection and getting a good grip on the can opener or use a proper tool to release the little connection, I attacked the connection with a chopstick. As it popped up my thumb slid into the can with a very sharp edge. It was a bloody mess.

white yarrowI immediately ran cold water over my thumb for a minute or two then quickly grabbed a towel, wrapped my thumb, applied pressure, held my hand above my heart and ran to my garden where I picked and “bruised” several Yarrow (Achillea millefolium) leaves. I slowly opened the towel, wrapped my thumb in the Yarrow leaves with the towel around it, and held my hand above my heart.

Mathew finished making dinner, thank goodness all the cans had already been opened. After dinner was made and we were waiting for Mike to come home, I looked at my thumb. The bleeding had stopped thanks to Yarrow’s amazing hemostatic abilities. I was very impressed as there was a lot of blood when I first cut it. Since the bleeding had stopped, I took the opportunity to look at the damage. I suspect some people with a similar wound would have gone to the doctor for a couple of stitches, but I decided that it would heal okay on its own. I guess I’ll see. I found a couple more fresh Yarrow leaves, bruised them, wrapped them around my thumb and taped a gauze patch around my thumb. Along with having great hemostatic powers, Yarrow is a powerful antiseptic.

close up yarrow

After dinner, I removed the bandage, still no bleeding so I simply put a regular band-aid around my thumb. It was still rather tender but in good shape. The next morning, I was rather impressed at how well the healing process was going.

The day after

The day after

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After a week, it barely looked like a scratch.

A week after

A week after

I highly recommend that you learn how to identify Yarrow: once you do, you’ll find it is an excellent first aid herb. It can help you in a pinch (or cut, or a slice…). After all, I do have first hand knowledge of it (pun intended).

All information is shared for educational purposes only and is not intended to diagnose or treat any condition.