What are your favorite words of motherly wisdom?

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We at Graydon love tapping into the wisdom of our mothers, grandmothers, aunts, and the women who came before us. 

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This is a photo of me in Paris, with my much loved 'Grandmother Graydon' who taught me how to cook, garden and enjoy my vegetables!

Her words of wisdom were: "Think a Good, Come a Good"

Exploring In The Amazon

We stayed in a remote guesthouse and had to travel to the farm by a very long skinny boat suited to the Tambopata River. No surprise, our guide took our safety very seriously as the river was filled with piranhas and black crocodiles.

Meet Caesar our amazing Amazonian guide who educated us about literally hundreds of medicinal plants. Chuchuhuasi is amazing because it's so good at relieving pain, inflammation, and arthritis. I was taught how to prepare it by soaking some of its bark overnight in equal parts glass of water and cane alcohol (aguardiente) and thankfully it helped appease a lower back injury when I slipped and fell on a steep, muddy trail.

Given the fact that I'm a bit of a chocoholic, one of our most memorable experiences was picking wild cacao and eating its sweet tangy fruit which kind of tastes a bit like guava with a hint of floral. Julian shinnied up this tree (and got some great pods) but he to come down right away because he climbed right into a massive nest of ants (that's what that big brown blob in the middle of the photo is) and got bitten quite extensively in just a matter of minutes.

This is a photo of the farmer's kitchen table. Everything was open air, just with some palm leaves over top to shield us from the (very strong) sun. Can't imagine what this would have been like in rainy season! We were snacking on these little treats which had been lightly roasted, wrapped in a banana leaf in slow burning coals. All I can say is that they were delicious. I can't remember what they were called but the texture kind of reminded me of roasted chestnuts!

I just loved this open air pantry filled with fresh picked tubers, fruit and local greens. So yummy!!

That's my hand reaching for a green papaya to make green papaya salad for dinner. No matter how many times I look at this photo, I just can't get over the incredible colour of this country.

This was taken in the local school house where lessons are taught on the species that grow in the medicinal garden. The bottles you see are herbal tinctures (not liquor!)

The corn in Peru is really interesting. Not like the gmo'd 'peaches & cream' variey we get here in Canada, corn comes in many different colours (wish I had gotten a shot of the purple corn as it was amazing). The kernels there are nearly always large and chewy but so delicious.

Our typical early morning breakfast before we went on a hike consisting of fresh picked star fruit, papaya, oranges and cacao. In case you were wondering the sticks are palo santo... one of my favourite aromatic trees.


Yes, of course it hurts when buds are breaking.
Why else would the springtime falter?
Why would all our ardent longing
bind itself in frozen, bitter pallor?
After all, the bud was covered all the winter.
What new thing is it that bursts and wears?
Yes, of course it hurts when buds are breaking,
hurts for that which growsand
​ ​and that which bars.

Yes, it is hard when drops are falling.
Trembling with fear, and heavy hanging,
cleaving to the twig, and swelling, sliding -
weight draws them down, though they go on clinging.
Hard to be uncertain, afraid and divided,
hard to feel the depths attract and call,
yet sit fast and merely tremble -
hard to want to stay
​ ​and want to fall.

Then, when things are worst and nothing helps
the tree's buds break as in rejoicing,
then, when no fear holds back any longer,
down in glitter go the twig's drops plunging,
forget that they were frightened by the new,
forget their fear before the flight unfurled -
feel for a second their greatest safety,
rest in that trust that creates the world.
By Karin Boye.

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