For me, plant spirit medicine making isn’t about turning a kitchen counter into a sacred museum. It’s about making care visible. I live in Burlington, and a lot of what I see as a therapist is people carrying around small, quiet hurts they don’t know how to name. A cup of chamomile, a little ritual with lavender, or even just taking five minutes to steep something warm can make a person feel less alone in their own body. My kitchen is full of jars, dried herbs, and sticky notes that say “don’t burn the sage,” and I don’t care if it looks basic. It looks like a place where I remember to be gentle with myself.