mandana boushee

can't believe it was only/just 3 springs ago that i was hella sic in the hospital for two weeks with a mysterious illness that would turn out to be lyme + EPV. while i feel better this spring than i have the past 2, i hesitate to even name that out-loud, cause in my ex...

spring slid into my DM's to remind me of my gratitude

instructions for this poem to rise from the page: 

step outside, in your heart,

feel sunshine kiss your cheeks,

sweet wild wind dancing

through your valleys and peaks.

surrender to the cold water moving across your feet,

t...

BLOODROOT MEDICINE

7 years ago, I seeded bloodroot in my garden and patiently waited two seasons for the seeds to awaken from cold stratification. When the first seeds finally began to emerge, they were so tiny, that the juicy red stems and creamy green leaves were bare...

This is an essay I wrote in January of 2018, after losing my mother. My personal experience with Covid-19 has unearthed a grief similar to the one I felt after her death. I hope these words, can be balm of care for the grief we collectively face now.

Growing up, there w...

Sending my love and care laced in garlic and protective smoke to you all. It's been an intense time, as I navigate, assess, feel, and dream my way through these incredibly uncertain times.

In this time, I am grateful for my ancestral technologies of care...

I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone, Rainer Maria Rilke 

I am much too alone in this world,

yet not alone enough
to truly consecrate the hour.
I am much too small in this world,

yet not small enough
to be to you just object and thing,
dark and smart.
I...

(my family celebrating sizdah bedar, 1958)

sizdah bedar mobarak!

today, 13 days after the first day of spring (nowruz), our month long celebrations for the new year come to an end. loved ones gather outside to picnic, to enjoy each others company and the new spring unfol...

Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, “you owe me.”

Look what happens with a love like that, it lights the whole sky.

when i'm deep in my diaspora feels, having phantom daydreams of what my life could have been like but then realize my soul has been in those wildflowers fields all along. 

#onbrand #canttakethepersianoutofthisbitch

Woke Without the Work is an online class for Non-BIPOC Herbalists, who are seeking to move beyond optical support of our communities, towards active, tangible and embodied practices of equity. An equity that is true, healthy and vibrant, and not just a disguise of woke...