The Enchanter's Green

EAch morning as the sun comes up over the canyon wall, I work from my tiny tumbledown cottage. Around me is a peculiar array of jars filled with wrinkled mushrooms and air-dried herbs that line the shelves of my kitchen while bottles of Violet blossom syrup, Spikenard berry elixir, and Elderflower cordial are sheltered within the pantry. Small bottles of vivid green absinthe are interspersed among the tinctures. There are pots of unguents and balms on every counter. Paper wrapped packets of devotional incense crafted from forest-gathered resins, berries, and roots are tucked into a drawer awaiting the blaze of the cast iron woodstove to steep the air in honey-sweetened aromatics.

My gardens are these wild lands sweeping out from my home perched in the midst of the mountains, all these Pine forests, Oak woodlands, Alder thickets, and tangles of Redroot. For over a decade and a half, I have been gathering small baskets of Mountain Nettles by the river and bunches of Wild Valerian from the rocky draw that leads up to the ridge above…

Come explore the medicine found in the interweaving of plants, story, and magic!

Otherworld Healing Arts

“Inevitably they find their way into the forest. It is there that they lose and find themselves. It is there that they gain a sense of what is to be done. The forest is always large, immense, great and mysterious. No one ever gains power over the forest, but the forest possesses the power to change lives and alter destinies.”

― Jack Zipes, The Brothers Grimm: From Enchanted Forests to the Modern World




Wandering the high elevation forests
of New Mexico


“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”  ― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky


My name is Kiva

and I came to plants and stories by the same route, as a child, in a fevered quest for magic in a frightening, cacophonous world. Not everyone comes at it from that angle, but it worked out well for me. I learned to tell stories from the plants that I studied with endless curiosity even before I had words. From the stories I read later, I learned that plants have been spinning stories from their roots for as long as humans have had words, and very likely much longer. The tales of Berchta in her forest, guarding the ancient healing knowledge of the plants and Baba Jaga in her mortar intrigued me, and I looked for every detail of the herbs and magics laid down in that old lore. I was fascinated, and although I was certainly interested in the healing aspects, I was most drawn in by the interaction between woman and plant, person and place. Even as a child, I gathered Strawberry leaves for my tea, grew Thyme in my tiny garden and then tinctured it in vinegar. I learned about the styptic properties of Yarrow from an elderly neighbor in the barrio where I lived and was astounded yet again by the power of the green things growing all around me.

It took me until my early 20’s to find my way to this enchanted canyon in the mountains of New Mexico, and just as long to formally (in as much as I ever do anything formally) begin my herbal studies. Over the years, I have studied with the late great Michael Moore of SWSBM, Jim McDonald of, Charles Garcia of The California School of Hispanic Herbalism, have mentored with 7Song, and been influenced by such varied sources as Guido Masé, Maria Treben, Juliette de Baïracli Levy, and the healing traditions of my ancestors.

Home in the mountains © Kiva Rose

Home in the mountains © Kiva Rose

Learning about plants while living in the roadless wilderness of the Gila only enhanced the magic of a process that is inherently filled to brimming with the mysteries of the green world. This place and my nearly 15 years here have irrevocably changed me, and taught me as much about healing as any of my human teachers. I’ve now been practicing herbalism for over 16 years, and it has been everything that my early childhood fantasies of a witch at the edge of the woods promised, from the gnarled roots that can heal the nastiest hacking winter cough to the sweetly scented flowers that can send you intensely vivid dreams to the silver bark that can clear up dangerous systemic infections. Back then, I imagined it must be some kind of elven enchantment for an herbal compress to be able to speed the healing of broken bones, and now that I know exactly how it works, it’s still magic. In fact, it’s even more magic.

Self-Heal Prunella vulgaris © Kiva Rose

Self-Heal Prunella vulgaris © Kiva Rose

I live in the Saliz Mountains southwestern New Mexico in a tiny cottage with my beloved husband and partner, Jesse Wolf Hardin, and our two children, Inga Winter and Ælfyn Thorn. From our wee den we send out solar-powered, satellite-spun missives into the world, organize a conference, and publish any number of books, an herbal quarterly, and a free magazine. We live on an 80 acre botanical and wildlife sanctuary, entirely surrounded by national forest. Our river canyon is 6,000 feet in the air in the midst of a dark sky sanctuary, and home to an incredible variety of flora and fauna.

My obsession with plants extends to creating botanical perfumes, herbal mixology, and all manner of rustic cookery. Living in the forested wilds with my one true love, a pantry full of potions, and a passel of clawsome cat-like creatures is just what I’ve always wanted, and so I’m here to share my love of the plants and wild places with all of you!

Plant Healer Quarterly — A quarterly periodical of herbalism with in-depth education featuring a diverse array of contributors and topics.

Enchanments’ Herbaria Magazine — Plant Healer’s free monthly supplement.

Enchantments’ HerbalCon— A yearly celebration of herbalism, green magic, and the mythic imagination that takes place each May in Durango, CO. Like Plant Healer, it is accessible to complete beginners, applicable to the experienced practitioner, and useful to even long term clinicians while also being great fun for those who simply want to learn how to brew, blend their own perfumes, or meet a few new plant friends.

© Jesse Wolf Hardin

© Jesse Wolf Hardin