I have a friend who counts how many houseplants I have every time he comes over. My girlfriend just had an intervention with me, I can't propagate or buy any new plants. I love plants. How in the world am I not to coax any more plant babies in the next forever? I mean until we move.
I have to live with plants and eat plants on a daily basis in order for me to feel my best.
Plants Heal. Growing plants teaches us many lessons. Routine, forgiveness, and loyalty being some of the harder ones, we also learn how to listen and let go from tending to plants. The observation needed to grow plants is a tool that we can use to examine our own selves. I have survived some major upside down moments by putting my energy in the soil so that it can compost and bring forth new life for me. The decay of the plant world inspires me just as the growth. I'm talking big picture, life metaphors. Plant your sorrow, and till the earth until new life springs forth. This can be in a potted herb garden on a balcony, or a lone houseplant on your windowsill, to the backyard veggie garden, or the herb farm with acres of medicine.
Plants Heal. Eating plants tastes yummy, and has many lasting benefits for your health and the wellness of the earth. I am not going to go into the politics of food production right now, I'll save that for later. But I will say that the nutritive impact that plants provide far outweighs the resource consumption used for their growth. How our bodies use plants to fuel and strengthen ourselves is simple in that we don't have to teach our bodies what we need, if we listen we can hear our body ask for the plants/food that best serves us.