Ode to a Stinging Nettle
Story and Photo by N.B. MacNamara
The stinging nettle and I are heavily invested in one another. Her extensive portfolio supports my garden and my body. The dividends I have found in taking stock in her are immense!
Nettles watched from the edges of the fields when I roamed the countryside as a child. I raced around the orchards on my pony and explored in the nearby wood. I collected mosses and ferns and was famous among the skunk cabbages and jack-in-the-pulpits. Never did I realize how much knowledge and information I absorbed. Now, studying the work of Rudolf Steiner, I understand the advantage these early idles, deep in the natural world, held for me.
I heard the stories told by our indigenous peoples, how they respect nature and name the spirits within the mountains and the trees.
I waded in the estuary or picked berries on the farm, learning to meditate so the flies did not bother me. Like a guardian angel, the nettle stood by until the day she emphatically said hello when we bumped against one another!