Last year, at this time, it seemed like everything was dying. It was a true season of death. From people and animals I held dear, to the land itself, made to endure scorching hot June temperatures and drought; it seemed that the only things surviving were weeds and despair.
But this year is different. It is colder, and it is wetter. The deprivation of the earth, its soil, is transformed and made soft with continuous showers. Healing plants, like dandelions, and mushrooms, even the bitterroot, a plant I have never seen grow on our land, sprout up everywhere, softening the soil, and giving succor to earth and living things. Like grass. Like horses. Like me.
Bitterroot. What a beauty. What a work of art. It is the Montana state plant, and is known as an herb with healing powers."This medicinal herb can be chewed as a cure for toothaches and sore throats, made into cough syrup, or placed on the hot stones in the sweatlodge to create a decongestant steam. This Native American herb can also be used by singers to keep their voices strong."