Collecting Spruce Tips was a project that pushed my own understanding of what it means to heal. So many memories of contemplation, solace and wonder have occupied my memories of the Ninth Ave Trail. Along with messages of aspiration, I also remember incredibly difficult memories on the same trail-- in which I was surrounded by fear. I often spent time walking the trail with someone who did not have great intentions for my health and safety; these are the memories that remain the most difficult. Through my time as an early childhood educator, I was given the gift of living with purpose and to heal from this experience. I was allowed the opportunity to shed my abuses at home to bring music, language and joy to little humans. It may sound cliche but it was I who learned the most as an educator. One particular child has remained in my heart throughout my career changes who I depict in this illustration. 

I often found myself foraging by the guide of The Boreal Herbal: Wild Food and Medicine Plants of the North by Beverley Gray. I would highlight and book mark pages in which the children I worked with found the most exciting. We would dream of dandelion pancakes and spruce tip tinctures. Often, we would opt for easier options like Labrador and spruce tip tea. When I close my eyes and imagine my time collecting spruce tips, I imagine the sadness, healing, and reciprocated trust I felt. I hope this is reflected in this piece.