Why Become a Healer?

Hello healers, and I hope this finds you well today 🌿

I wanted to slow things down a bit with this one and share something a little more personal—my why. Why I chose to walk this green path. Why I’ve taken up the work of becoming a healer (well, on the way there, anyway—still learning, always growing).

Now, I try to keep my feet on the ground. That deep-rooted humility is probably a leftover gift from my old Lutheran upbringing, to be honest. But even in all that groundedness, healing has always felt like a kind of magic to me. No matter how many books I read, no matter how well I understand the body systems or the science behind the plants—there’s still a spark in it. Something ancient and sacred and just a little bit awe-filled.

And I know, some folks might roll their eyes when I say this, but I’ll say it anyway: the first healer who really made an impression on me was Jesus. Now, don’t worry—I’m not here to convert anybody. This space is for everyone. But if you’ve ever read his story, the healing stood out, didn’t it? He was out there touching lives—literally—bringing relief, care, and connection. That stirred something in me as a kid. (The walking on water bit was cool too, though let’s just say a few puddles and some soaked socks taught me I’m probably better off staying on dry land 😂.)

Still, it wasn’t until adulthood that I really committed to this path. That wonder never left, though—it stayed quietly in the background, nudging me now and then. And eventually I started thinking more seriously: How can I live in a way that gives? How can I be useful to the people around me?

That question stayed with me.

I’ve always liked the idea of being able to take care of myself, and even more so, of being someone others can turn to for help and comfort. There’s something deeply satisfying in that—something whole. The Buddha once taught that our livelihood should be ethical, something that gives more than it takes. That stuck with me too. I can’t think of anything more giving than healing.

Now, I never had the opportunity (or the finances) to go down the traditional route and become a doctor. But herbs? Herbs I could learn. Our ancestors knew the plants, and those plants helped us survive. Helped us thrive. There’s ancient wisdom in herbalism, passed hand to hand, leaf to leaf, across generations. I wanted to be part of that story.

So here I am—learning, experimenting, reading, growing. Sometimes messing up. Always moving forward. Herbalism has become more than just a skill. It’s become part of how I see the world. A livelihood, yes. A lifestyle, definitely. But more than that—it’s a quiet commitment to care. To myself, to the people I love, to strangers I might meet.

And I’m curious—what brings you to this path? What made you want to become a healer, or herbalist, or simply more in tune with nature?

Drop your story in the comments—I’d really love to hear it.

Until next time, healers—stay well, stay curious, and may your herbs be strong and your tea perfectly steeped 🌱