Viv's Botanicals

Introducing the Viv's Botanical gift box..currently only available locally, but stay tuned, that can always change!

Okay, okay...I hear you . Rose oil, coming right up ❤🌹❤.

What a sweetheart of a weekend, Wilmington. You really know how to treat a (plant) lady.
Friday, we went out to the farm for mushrooms. I mentioned one of my most loved plants, Tulsi💗 and moments later, I was gifted a tray from the folks .vita.farm.
AND on Sunday we made our way to for that beautiful bloody mary. Naturally, plants came up in the conversation and minutes later, we were gifted w this beautiful spicy arugula grown by them..
Thank you neighbors🙏🏼
"Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food” -
-Hippocrates

So excited to have been included in the Botanical Bodega experience w ...

Introducing lavender & calendula lotion bars...coming soon

Thank you ...these are beautiful and I can't wait to make medicine with them.

"Milky oats are the oat tops harvested when they are in their milky stage, during which the oat tops release a white, milky sap when squeezed. This stage, which lasts approximately one week, occurs after the oat begins flowering and before the seed hardens and becomes the oat grain we eat as oatmeal. Tincturing the milky oats while fresh preserves their bioactive potency. Alternatively, milky oats can be dried and used as a nutritive tonic, and are a beautiful addition to tea blends." (source- Herbal Academy)

Thank you for the opportunity 🙏🏼

Viv's Botanicals will be closed for relocation, until May 1st. Stay tuned for exciting new changes 🌵➡ 🌊...

morning reflections...

There's just something beautiful about walking in snow that nobody else has walked on. It makes you believe you're special// Carol Rifka Brunt

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As an Intense Winter Unfolds, Some Lessons From Herbalists You and plants, together during a fearsomely uncertain time.

The Moment
Margaret Atwood

”The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,

is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can’t breathe.

No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.”

Thank you, friends 💜

between every two pines is a doorway to a new world//John Muir

Damascus rose & violet leaf hand and body cream...
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Revisiting an Ancient Theory of Herbalism In our own era of mysterious diseases, the supposition that some plants might cure the human organs they most resemble is surfacing once more.

It's that time of year again...
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Botanically inspired..

you can best serve civilization by being against what usually passes for it//Wendell Berry

if the ocean can calm itself, so can you. we are both salt water mixed with air//Nayyirah Waheed

if  the ocean can calm itself, so can you. we are both salt water mixed with air//Nayyirah Waheed

North Carolina folk healer, Emma Dupree (1898-1996).
The following is from Harriet's Apothecary (follow them on Instagram for more inspirational stories on Black healers and wellness leaders):
“Born in 1897, the traditionally lucky seventh child (among 18 siblings), Dupree grew up on the Tar River and was known in her family as "that little medicine thing" because of her early understanding of herbs. "All that we see, everything that is growin' in the earth is healin' to the nation of any kind of disease," Miss Dupree would always say.
From the time she could walk, Dupree felt drawn to the land. She would roam the woods, plucking, sniffing, tasting weeds. She grew up that way, collecting the leaves, stems, roots and bark of sweet gum, white mint, mullein, sassafras in her coattail or a tin bucket. She'd tote them back to the farm, rinse them in well water and tie them in bunches to dry.
In the backyard, she'd raise a fire under a kettle and boil her herbs to a bubbly froth, then pour it up in brown-necked stone jugs: A white-mint potion for poor circulation; catnip tea for babies with colic; tansy tea - hot or cold - for low blood sugar; mullein tea for a stomach ache. Mixed with molasses or peppermint candy to knock out the bitterness.
Her kind of folk medicine dates back centuries. As an elderly woman she shared much of her knowledge with doctors and medical anthropologists, who came to her so they could understand more about the medicinal properties of native plants."
Photo by Mary Anne McDonald

If seeds waited for perfect conditions to grow, there would be no plants in the desert//Matshona Dhliwayo

rose is a rose is a rose is a rose// Gertrude Stein

i shivered in those
solitudes when i heard
the voice of the salt in the desert //Pablo Neruda

Lavender & Calendula hand/body cream💜🧡...

the month of august had turned into a griddle where the days just lay there and sizzled// Sue Monk Kidd

Animated Botanical Wallpaper by James Paulley & Katie Scott