...it sat calm, matter of fact, as if growing between squares of concrete within the industrial part of astoria, queens, was totally natural...
...i held the mullein leaves... felt its soft embrace... said mullein... a whisper... letting her know i saw her... recognized her... was paused by her beauty... all praise is due...
...mullein leaves are thick, shaped like the ears of a rabbit... velvet in texture... like the velvet rabbit...
...it is known... i know it for its demulcent qualities... it's presence in bronchial/asthma/cough formulas... in smoke blends to soothe the lungs...
...during an herb walk in central park, yesterday, a fellow herbalist conclusively said how smoking mullein is great for your lungs... reminded me of 1ness... of seeing myself... a mirror... made me cringe a little.. in witnessing this blanket-statements side of myself... made me thankful to hear him... to remind myself to avoid speaking in definite... as the medicine i practice constantly reminds me... there is no definite...
...mullein has deep roots... and as such, draws a great deal of nutrition from the earth... i wonder what this looks like in a soil perturbed area like the streets of ny...
...the leaves can be squeezed, or slightly blanched and placed on areas that need increased circulation... this includes legs and writs... for conditions like varicose veins... according to the eclectics...
...the roots can be tinctured or decocted, and used for conditions like rheumatoid arthritis...
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