Gratitude to the yerba
Gratitude to the yerba, to the laughter and ease it brings. Spent a very rare very special 420 edition thanksgiving w blood fam out in Denver. a fake holiday we’ve never seriously celebrated but YA’LL. Never in my life could I have ever imagined sitting w my folks smoking yerba (..and before a feast of food!?) For years, it’s been a topic of conversation I’ve brought to my folks repeatedly since my mothers unfortunate back injury and for years it’s been repeatedly shot down. The stigma from the legacy of war on drugs alive and kicking for esp the case of my old school Colombia ma. .
Yes there was laughter and yes there was more ease in what is usually a tense family gathering. But it also opened up conversations about my mamas childhood. How it grew wild on the outskirts of the hometown where it met the Magdalena river. How long before it became trafficked at the scale that it did, my family had used Yerba in liquors and tincture forms to ease chronic back pains in the fields. .
A beautiful thing to recover medicine collectively thru storytelling and many many giggles