Uploaded September 2026 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
Three times in one day, Wood Betony crossed my path. A plant I'd never even heard of that morning. I felt a chill, and I remembered the prayer I'd said, asking to be shown a medicine that could help me.
That night I read Matthew Wood's monograph on the plant. It went far deeper than the five minutes we'd covered in class, and reading it felt like reading a description of myself. My psychological state, my physical state, all of it was there on the page.
Three times in one day, Wood Betony crossed my path. A plant I'd never even heard of that morning. I felt a chill, and I remembered the prayer I'd said, asking to be shown a medicine that could help me.
That night I read Matthew Wood's monograph on the plant. It went far deeper than the five minutes we'd covered in class, and reading it felt like reading a description of myself. My psychological state, my physical state, all of it was there on the page.
