About: Taan Shapiro
I used to be afraid of plants. As an American, I internalized that plants could hurt me: poison ivy namely. I walked through the woods worried I’d trip on tree roots and stare at the wooded floors.
And then, it all changed.
One afternoon, I was walking through the Arnold Arboretum in Jamaica Plain, and a birch tree called out to me. As I touched the tree, it allowed me metaphysically to pass my hand through its trunk. The tree accepted me and offered its energy. This birch tree brought me warmth and wholeness.
Years later, I began my studies in herbalism.
Now, as I walk near plants, I hear them. Plants have a lot to say. They’ve lived on Earth much longer than me. I’m learning to listen. The more I can hear, the more I know.
Thank you to my teachers, the plants.