Evidenced by the United Plant Savers’ Ginseng Summit of 2014 and the North Carolina Natural Products Association’s International Ginseng Expo of 2015, there is tender evolution taking place in regards to the American ginseng industry.
Yes, yes...I know it is spring and we should all be focused on the bright and colorful future of the coming season. Tis not the time to sour our thoughts with sadness and melancholy. However, I find myself here, at this crucial vibrant moment, enjoying the paradox that I am about to present. Giving words to an otherwise quiet repression.
Different factions of therapeutic philosophy began to appear and publish literary arguments about the cause and more specifically the treatment of disease. They also argued internally about what to call themselves and their principles of practice and therapeutic strategy, about the nature and form of medical education, and about who should be qualified to receive the illustrious title of ‘Physician’ (or the acrimonious distinction of ‘Quack’).
Winter. I’ve never much cared for the cold. The moisture from my hot breath is forming icicles on the scarf wrapped around my head as I persevere upslope. “It’s easy to scorn away the beauty of the world in such temperatures”, I say to myself, awaiting the warmth of an elevated heart rate and rushing circulation. Eyes wide open; I begin to recognize a color and movement in the winter woods that I have often ignored...
Gardens. Dazzling treasures of art. Libraries full with stories of bewildering challenges. Monuments of history. Protectors of diversity. Habitat for the endangered. Medicine chests for the meek. Where sustenance is sustained. Where friends are made and lost, love proposed and declined, and where human and plant are destined to consume each other. A garden is not just a garden.