From the eMail Bag!

Here are some recent stories and questions from the email and mail bag. I have quoted each anonymously and included my answers. I also added some thoughts today as I organized this post.

A GHF friend writes, “I just wanted to share- I was at the Fairy and Human Congress in eastern WA last week. The kids were amazing. One family camping near us had 2 girls, one 5 yrs and another 2. They both sat contentedly in Mom & Dad’s lap for 2 hours while we were all in a workshop!!!

Later that day, the 2 year old started a melt down… and it proceeded to be a full blast meltdown, screaming at the top of her lungs, exploding and yelling I WWWANTTT TO GO HOME NOW!!!! Mom didn’t know what to do and was visibly distraught and beyond, beyond herself!

I had brought my bottle of Fairy Rose Essence with me. I took it to the Mom, suggested she not try to get her daughter to ‘take’ it, but I put a few drops in Mom’s hand, and suggested she quietly rub it onto the toddler.

2 min later, the screaming suddenly stopped, the toddler was playing happily!!! She made it happily through the rest of the congress.”

Molly- It’s a pretty great that there IS a Fairy Congress! So happy about that! Also so happy that the Fairy Rose was the one you had to share! Such a perfect one for this situation! Children love it, and it helps all of us find our joy again. Thank you so very much for sharing this story!
The Fairy Rose
Another GHF friend shares, “My 10 year old rescue cat, Daphne, has been with us for 5 years.  She almost never used the litter box from day 1, preferring the carpeting in the living room instead.  She has always been nice to have around, but not really lovable.  In the most recent 6 months, she had become hostile to our 5 year old tabby, Abbey, not playing with her or allowing her in close proximity.  

Two months ago I started adding Flow Free and Spraying to the communal drinking water, and the change in attitude was immediate.  Daphne started playing with Abbey again and they were back to sleeping on the same bed together.  After 6 weeks of using the drops, Daphne started using the litter box and has been using it every day since.  Daphne loves the flower essences.  Every morning she waits for her fresh water bowl with the flower essences. Once we set the bowl down, she immediately hovers over it for about 30 seconds and then starts drinking.  Thank you for saving her life… she has been transformed, and so have I.”

Molly- I thanked this friend for sharing Daphne and Abbey’s story. Flower Essences speak the language of the animals in a profound way. They often help an animal when nothing else has. I feel lucky every day to be part of sharing Flower Essences with the world. I feel lucky to read our mail too!

PS Staffer Pippa also glad to hear this story

Another from a GHF friend writes, “I’m so excited about this order.    I even dreamed of it last night.  :)   Can’t wait to get them and start learning from them!  My last order knocked my socks off.  There’s been so much learning and transformation in the past few months.  Especially working with Wintergreen, Fremont Pincushion and Box Briar.   I think I each order gets more powerful as I continue to clear away the old and open up to the new.  I’m so grateful for these teachers in my life!”

Molly- I LOVE dreams about Flower Essences and Flowers! Some of the pivotal dreams in my life concerned Flowers!  I love that dreams are one way Flowers talk to us!  Thanks for sharing that with us!  You have me smiling ear to ear! I also love hearing about the trio you were working with- Such an interesting trio! Three very different worlds coming together to serve us with this trio when you think about the fact one is from the desert, one from St John and the sea and one from the mountain slopes of the northeast.

I would add here as I write this blog that the opportunity to work with Flower Essences from different places around the globe is a profound gift. Each micro-climate presents the Flower with different challenges which it must overcome in order to be its full and radiant self. As it overcomes these challenges to blossom fully, its electrical wisdom holds all it has learned. This is the wisdom we can learn from when we work with the Flower Essence.

One of the focuses of Green Hope Farm has been to make Flower Essences in lots of different places on Earth and then offer them all here. We now have Flower Essences from Patagonia and other parts of Chile, Costa Rica, the Caribbean, the deserts of the SW, Colorado, the Appalachians, the Adirondacks, New England, Bermuda, Ireland, Scotland, Spain and Japan. Flowers growing in each of these places offer such different gifts and strengths.

Sometimes this is true even when its the same Flower!

For example, my husband Jim has just come back from Scotland with Flower Essences for us. I was very interested to learn from the Angels and Elementals that the Heather Flower Essence he made has different strengths than the Irish Heath from Ireland. Same family of plants but even this relatively small difference in geographical location made for a Flower Essence with different strengths than its Irish sister plant.

Back to why we all might find ourselves served by Flowers from different places on earth- Each of us is becoming a more evolved energy system yet also more whole and integrated. Working with Flower Essences from all over our planet helps us with these paradigm shifts. Working with Flower Essences from all over our planet also helps us remember out wholeness.
Scottish Heather

Another GHF friend asks this question, “I have started using my essences since last week, and I can say that I truly feel their support in many areas. However, I have a question for you…is there ever a time when an essence may exacerbate a condition? As I told you before I was having a skin issue with my left foot and last week i began to get a rash up my left leg, within 2 days i now have a rash on my right leg as well. It is prickly and intensely itchy and I get a little bit of anxiety when it is itching. I kept taking my essences for I don’t think they have anything to do…what do you think?

Molly-Excellent question and I hope my answer will be helpful and clarifying!  

Essences can only offer information to heal a situation- Your electrical system then takes the information from the Flower Essences into account when making decisions about how to heal issues in your system. 

As your electrical system is run by your Divinity, your electrical system is not going to make the situation worse for you but only works to heal you- i.e. there is nothing in Flower Essences that would encourage a situation to get worse, and your own electrical system wants to get better too-  So I agree with you that this is not to do with the Essences- 

I went back to look at your earlier emails and all that was going on in your life situation to figure out why you might have this rash- I wonder if you know that legs have to do with the root chakra which have to do with our tribe of origin- It has been my experience that when we are working on issues with our tribe of origin, often this shows up in our legs or lower body in general- I could give you specific stories from my life….but maybe I will spare you that :-)  

So I think you have wonderful Essences to support you clear up and complete all you have been learning vis a vis your family of origin and I think your system may just be releasing stuff from all you have been through as part of doing this work- I always feel like it is good if uncomfortable when things have come to the surface with skin issues as it means they have surfaced and can be released- i.e. it is a good sign when the issue has surfaced versus remaining deep within, unknown and unaddressed.

Another question from a GHF friend, “I have a question about using essences topically. I’m an acupuncturist and I am currently experimenting with using the essences topically. Right now I am using Flow Free, Christmas Bush & Rain of Gold mixed into the coconut oil I use during cupping. 

I’m thinking about using the essences directly on the points. I have a couple questions:
1. Do I just put essences directly on the points or must they be in a carrier oil or shea butter so they will “stick” to the points? 
2. Can I combine them with essential oils without altering their properties? 
3. I’m considering using Flow Free for pain and depression, Christmas Bush for chronic wounds, Rattlesnake for balance and protection, and Anxiety for anxiety. Do you have better suggestions? 

Molly- I love the idea of using the Essences in this way- My guidance is that they will work as well applied directly as mixed with a carrier oil. You can definitely mix them with essential oils without altering their properties. Flow Free is wonderful for pain, depressions, stuck energy- It is a miracle worker! I love the four you have chosen- These feel very strong as a group- I learned something from your choices! Thank you!

Grounding is coming up a lot right now- There is something about the energy shifts that has left people and animals feeling not very grounded- Grounding presents itself to be considered.”

This was my answer, but I want to elaborate about my comment about the incoming energies and Grounding. There are waves of wonderful energy coming into the planet to help us raise our vibrations and continue our evolution.

This summer the waves have been coming in very fast and very frequently. As these waves roll in, we must let go and ride these waves- letting them wash away what needs to go and flood us with higher vibrations. This can be quite a challenge!

The reasons Flower Essences are such a great support during a time like now are many. One piece of their vibrational knowledge is that they know how to evolve spiritually while also staying fully in form. I mentioned the Grounding because it has many tree Flower Essences in it. Tree Flowers offer particularly good information about being their wisest self incarnate, sturdy, rooted and solid yet open and embracing of change and expansion.
Black Cohosh in the early morning- another great one for being rooted and expansive at the same time.

Report from the Clothesline

I have a lovely group of email conversations with you all that I would like to post but sadly I am a bit too disorganized to get these up. Frankly, all my spare time is all tied up down at the clothesline because…….the dryer is still on the fritz, and the hoards of guests here at Hotel New Hampshire are still churning out wet laundry at an alarming rate.

So what pearly gems have come to me as I linger at my clothesline post and embrace the Zen of Laundry?

1. There is something about hanging laundry that makes me inspect it more closely than I inspect the stuff coming out of a dryer. In particular, I have faced the hard truth that my dishcloths are pathetic shreds and should be destroyed. As in RIGHT THIS MINUTE. Instead, I wash and hang them to dry on what seems like a daily basis. Someone needs to save me from myself and my Yankee frugality.

2. You can live or die on a good clothespin.

3. Laundry games never get old.


4. There is a crap clothespin out there that breaks every minute and no one really cares.

5. A close person relationship with the Sears man does not mean a repaired appliance.

6. There were reasons people ironed more before clothes dryers.

7. If the many people living here at the farm don’t like wrinkled clothes, they can learn how to iron too.

8. It is deeply satisfying to see grown men hang laundry.

9. The Sears man thinks I am up to installing a circuit board whenever it arrives from East Transnistria or North Turkmenistan or wherever it is coming from. St Jim is on a well deserved trip to Scotland to play golf with some old friends. Practically as his plane took off he was still exhorting me to wait until he returned to install the circuit board. I got this feeling he did not share the Sears man’s confidence in my electrical skills and hoped I will wait until he comes home to put in the circuit board. I don’t know why he is worrying about this instead of worrying about the rough on the second hole at Dornoch because there is no chance this circuit board will arrive this week this month this summer.

10. St Jim, if you are reading this post, please purchase some twee little dishcloths with Thistles all over them in every gift shoppe you stumble over and that should be many a shoppe . I will promise not to test my electrical skills on the dryer if you promise to bring me this loot.

Laundry Dreams

Five or six summers ago we had a malfunction of our stove that fried both the oven and all the burners. Some of you may recall my blog posts during that memorable summer in which I cooked for a cast of thousands with an electric fry pan and a toaster oven. The Sears man returned time and time again to find the wrong part had been sent for the repair. Two months into our summer of toaster oven fun, we considered buying a new stove to solve the problem. By the time the stove was finally fixed, I could cook anything with those appliances and I mean anything! Braised side of Buffalo? No problem! Celebratory cake for twenty five hungry folk? Literally a piece of cake!

Well, the Sears man is back in our lives in a big way. This times it’s our dryer. It is on the fritz and of course this meltdown happened in the summer when the farm census is seriously inflated. This means a small army’s laundry moves through our washer and dryer each week- not to mention the laundry from the business. And now, every one of these loads pays a trip to our clothesline instead of the dryer.

Does everyone have our kind of magic touch with appliances? Or perhaps a more important question is, “If a Green Hope Farm appliance is alone in the forest when it breaks in a freak accident, does it make a sound?”

With the dryer, it initially seemed like a simple problem. But then it always does, doesn’t it? How hard could it be to fix a broken start button, I wondered. Well so far this broken button has involved three visits from Sears with no repair on the horizon. And predictably each of these visits has been a week apart as we “wait for a technician to be in our area”.

During the first visit, repairs were made with an almost immediate breakdown of some new aspect of the start button. The new breakdown occurred as the Sears man departed the farm in a cloud of dust.

A week later there was a second visit to diagnose the new problem which proved to be a still broken start button.

Another week passed before the third visit. This visit was supposed to be about replacing the broken start button with a new one. However the box sent by Sears directly to us did not contain the new part. The Sears man was not pleased when he opened the box and discovered this.

Today the missing part arrived……….broken.

Jim just called Sears to reorder the part and reschedule the appointment. He was told he needed to wait until the replacement part arrives again before scheduling the appointment.

Perhaps on the Fourth of July our laundry, in patriotic and not so patriotic colors, will STILL be waving in the wind on our clothes line versus whirling away in our dryer. Frankly with our track record, this is practically a sure thing.


Fortunately my relationship with clotheslines is good. I learned my clothesline skills from the best. My first serious summer job was as a chambermaid/waitress at an Inn on an Adirondack Lake. The Inn was six miles from the nearest road or electric socket. Needless to say, the wind not an electric dryer was used to dry each day’s sheets. My boss, whose name literally was Mrs. Boss, taught me how to properly hang every item of clothing known to man. Sheets were our main preoccupation but I must say, I am glad I learned how to hang everything else as well. I loved my time hanging laundry. It was much better than cleaning fish scales off the bathroom walls which was another common activity I was expected to master.

Goodness knows why but a lot of people visiting this Inn seemed to think the bathtub was the place to clean their fish whereas I had been raised to clean any dead fish ON THE DOCK. Go figure.

After my stint mastering the hanging of the dread fitted sheet to crisp perfection, I had a number of years where clotheslines did not figure much in my life. Yes, I hung laundry during family camping adventures and also during trips to Ireland but never quite to the volume of the bustling Inn. Nonetheless, I was always pestering Jim to build me a clothesline here at the farm so I could relive my fond memories of time at the clothesline. Among other things, I dreamed of hanging our sheets so they would have that marvelous fresh air fragrance.

Sometimes dreams really do come true… spades.

But before this magic summer of laundry AND MORE LAUNDRY on the line, I had to convince Jim to build me the clothesline I would need to fulfill my laundry dreams.

I whined for a good ten years about Jim building me a clothesline and he resisted. St Jim had built me so many buildings, I didn’t get his resistance to this relatively small project. I began to feel there were deep psychological reasons why he avoided this task. It became a bit of a bone of contention between us. I practically had to impale myself with a broken clothespin to get him to make my clothesline dream come true.

Of course, I could have tried to build a clothesline for myself. Instead I wasted years rigging moldy, sagging rope from one tree to another in a desperate bid to show him exactly how badly I needed a NICE clothesline. Finally Jim built me a splendid one- a deluxe model cemented into the earth with many, many rows of lovely line. I was grateful. Months later he pointed out I never used the darn thing for anything but wet bathing suits. He was right.

But now, this clothesline has come into its own, and I have fulfilled my laundry dreams.

I am down at the clothesline night and day hanging load after load or taking down load after load. Grace has new conversational gambits like, “Is this towel dry yet?” There is so much stiff and fragrant well dried laundry in this house that we could rename the place Green Hope Laundry Services! All my laundry hanging tricks have come back to me. And I have learned some new ones.


After this month, I am SOOOOO obsessed with my life of laundry that I bore people with impassioned commentary about the demise of the well built clothespin. I ignore yawns of disbelieving boredom, “Is this woman really talking about clothespins?”


Today was a good day. I stumbled on someone who listened to my clothespin lament and gave me great clothespin wisdom.

Former goddess Thembi Muhlauri came by today for a visit. When I started into my clothespin complaints, she listened. SHE CARED. She believes in the magic of sheets hung on the line too and not just when a dryer is broken. She told me I needed to boil my new clothespins in salt water to keep them from falling apart so easily. Leave it to a sassy woman from Harare, Zimbabwe to solve my clothespin woes! Salted water was on the boil before she even left for her new life as a student taking frightening courses like Statistics.

Bless you Thembi. Your clothespin insight MADE MY DAY.

As Grace and I play hide and seek in the clothes each day, I dream that I will keep on hanging laundry even when the Sears man fixes my dryer on the fourth, fifth, sixth or seventh trip here. I am sure Jim’s certain that dryer will be busy the moment it can be.

But a woman’s gotta dream, and I still hope my life ahead will see me drying my laundry in the clean air of our beautiful farm world. As far as the rest of the laundry I am hanging right now? The verdict is out on whether I will pony up to the clothesline to dry everyone else’s stuff on the line……What I am really looking for is some RESPECT about laundry and maybe some bribes. A well boiled clothespin might do it.


A Message to May

Oh May! You are gone!

You are the most exciting houseguest ever- so glamorous, so full of tales of wonder, so dramatic and yes, so exhausting.

I bid you adieu with a bit of sadness but also a sore back.

You always need things to be just so in the gardens while you are here. So much planting to be done and weeding and pruning and mulching, because of course, you look your best when everything is tidy.

This year you made things extra “special” because you brought no rain. Every spare moment night and day, I watered the plants that could not survive this sort of treatment. I watered for you May, and sometimes I wondered if you noticed. Many other beloveds didn’t look their best for you because of the scorching dry heat and who can blame them? They are spring Flowers in northern New England. They don’t expect the Mojave Desert. Next year, don’t be so stingy with the precipitation. Remember your geography and your manners.

And perhaps you can talk to the winter months of December, January, February, March even April and tell them to lighten up a bit. Your stay would have been easier if I hadn’t had to clear out so many beloved dead Roses killed by those long, long, long, bitter cold, winter months.

Yes, I do need to thank you for departing with a deluge. We needed every drop of that rain. It saved your month from total disaster and also saved you from being tossed out on your heels in your party dress.

Maybe the many enormous sections of completely burnt brown lawn will come back in time for your next visit. Maybe not.

Try to do better next year. You know you need a nice green lawn to look your best so time you visit, bring more showers and spread them out.

Okay, is everything clear to you?

Just to recap.

We thank you for dressing up the gardens with gems like this


and moments like these.



They were sublime even if I saw them while running from one place to another with hoses and pruning shears.

I haven’t discussed the winds yet, but I need to. It is my fault that I picked a horrible ecological, non-petrochemical organic black mulch for the Red Shiso field that blew away in your constant, drying winds. I will pick a different mulch next year, but could you lighten up on the Sahara like dust storms?


I just took this shot of the post deluge Red Shiso garden for you May. I know it is not pretty but at least it is alive. Hopefully it is the last time I will be showing you shots of this horrible stuff. But again, look May, at how parched the soil was most of the month.


Lets not do this again. Next time, remember, more R-A-I-N! Thanks.


I don’t know if you care, May, but your final days of rain helped to germinate the Red Shiso seeds upon which our Flower Essences depend. Thanks for that final helping hand before you flounced away with your gorgeous gorgeous petticoats.


As a community of Flowers, Angels, Nature Spirits, Dogs, Cats and even some People, Green Hope Farm can be a funny place……and I love telling you all about it!