I have nightmares about the ocean.  They never start off scary.  In my dreams, I am excited to go to the beach.  It’s often the same seaside town I visit in my slumbering journey: a rather New England-looking village that slopes down a hill toward the shore. Cheerful buildings, boardwalk, winding sidewalks and narrow roads, bright sunlight on a sparkling sea.  People out walking, riding bikes, visiting shops. I stand at the top of a hill looking down at this idyllic scene, appreciating its beauty.

And then the wave comes.

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I don’t know about you, but I’m finding right now to be a deeply challenging time in which to live. As someone who is passionate about expanding social justice, equality, and equity for all, it sure feels like every attempt to make the world a better place is being flagrantly, callously, and sometimes even gleefully thwarted by those in power, at least daily.

It’s in this headspace of grief and frustration that I found an affinity with Airmid, the Celtic goddess of healing herbs. Not much is known of Airmid. If she’s mentioned at all, her life and work are condensed into a few short lines in most resources (though you may have run across an expanded version of her story in Kevin Hearne’s Iron Druid Chronicles series). But those few lines speak volumes. I’ll tell you my version of her story below.

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