For as long as I can remember, I have loved wild plants. Watching them return year after year brings both deep comfort and pure joy— like the most loyal of friends. Growing up I spent my summers on an island in the Finnish archipelago, a place of wildflower fields, old pine forests, soft moss, and bright seaweed. A wonderland both wild and free, it became the perfect playground where curiosity led me to discover, connect and fall in love with the flora. My mother, also a lover of the wild flowers, taught me the names of the wild plants surrounding us there. This was the very start, and ever since, plants have been my constant companions and teachers of the silent language of nature. This has stayed with me wherever my itchy feet have taken me.

As a teenager, I began traveling, and my love for plants traveled with me. I asked questions, listened, and learned from anyone willing to share their knowledge—absorbing the old traditions and the many ways different cultures work with plants. Along the way, the world of medicinal plants opened up to me. Like so many others, my journey into herbal healing began with a personal struggle—debilitating period pain. Same drain, month after month, days of agony. I became determined to find a solution. From help and advice I started bringing in herbs to help me. One German man, who studied women's health, suggested lady’s mantle, my Czech friend recommended yarrow, and a third person spoke of silverweed. Herb by herb, I created a blend that finally worked! First for myself, then for my friends, then for the friends of my friends. Sharing is caring. That experience became a turning point, fueled my passion and drew me deeper into the world of plant medicine.