Hi! I’m Ana Victoria Salcido-Cobbe

For nearly a decade, I have nourished plants from seed, watched soil transform, delighted in the shifting seasons, and reveled in the fruits of the bountiful garden. But a decade is a blink of an eye in Deep Time – and I will only glean whatever wisdom I am blessed to receive in my short human life. My prayer is that I am a good ancestor, that I am able to bring the reminder of this love back to even just a few humans.

I currently live in the wooded hills of Northern California on Pomo Territory with my husband Russ and our cat Puddin’. I make herbal remedios from plants usually grown by me from seed, or otherwise purchased by our local farmer friends at fair wages. I offered remedios under the name “Grandmother’s Medicine” for about five years before this rebirth.

I offer workshops on herbalism and gardening. For nearly four years, I have lived under the guidance and tutelage of my mentor and friend, Donna d’Terra on Motherland Botanical Sanctuary and Herb School. I am trained as in Western European Herbalism, and am slowly diving into learning the remedios that my abuelos used en el rancho.

I am the proud daughter of Mexican immigrants who uses she/her pronouns. I acknowledge my privilege of tending land and being in the natural world.  I hope that if our paths collide, we can come together, united by the plants, y la tierra.

Be in touch if you would like to collaborate on Workshops, Blogs, Teachings, or anything else. I prioritize POC/LGBTQIA+ folx for collaborations.

THE LONG VERSION

Historia de un Amor (Spanish for “a love story”) is a song about lost love written by Panamanian songwriter Carlos Eleta Almarán. As a young girl (whose star-map includes at least three planetary bodies in the constellation of Pisces), I fell quickly for the idea of a love story. When I heard Pedro Infante or Trio Los Panchos sing this beautiful song, I definitely fell for this idea even deeper.

I spent my young adult years chasing this human love, making some “interesting” decisions that I still muse on today. Fast forward a few more years, and we get to a raw, painful moment of dealing with lost human love. I was bereft, with no idea where to turn to. So, I turned to the road, and went on a road trip North. After many hours, I felt an overwhelming urge to pull over near the Columbia River Gorge in what is now called Oregon. I meandered down the hill some, until I could no longer ignore the need to drop to my knees and wail to, what I thought, was no one. That was, until I realized that I was crying out – not to a human – but to my tree, plant, and soil relatives. I was being heard and loved by la tierra, in a way I never had before.

It’s not that humans don’t listen, or at least try to listen and love. It’s just that we are of the earth, and nothing knows us better than our yesterday. It was in this moment that I knew that nature had my back, and I devoted myself to it. It was in that moment that I redefined la historia de un amor, a history that extends as deep as tangled roots and strands of mycelium in the dark, dank earth.

 

 

Following this event and a few more that followed, I did everything I could do to learn about plants. I took online courses on herbalism, read books, and completed Farming 101 training at Wild Willow Farm in San Diego (a program I can not recommend enough.) For nearly a decade now, I have nourished plants from seed, watched soil transform, delighted in the shifting seasons, and reveled in the fruits of the bountiful garden. But a decade is a blink of an eye in Deep Time – and I will only glean whatever wisdom I am blessed to receive in my short human life. My prayer is that I am a good ancestor, that I am able to bring the reminder of this love back to even just a few humans.

I currently live in the wooded hills of Northern California on Pomo Territory with my husband Russ and our cat Puddin’. I make herbal remedios from plants usually grown by me from seed, or otherwise purchased by our local farmer friends at fair wages. I offer workshops on herbalism and gardening.

For nearly three years ,  I have lived under the guidance and tutelage of my mentor and friend, Donna d’Terra on Motherland Botanical Sanctuary and Herb School. Before this rebirth, I was making herbal remedios under the name “Grandmother’s Medicine” for almost 5 years. I am trained as in Western European Herbalism, and am slowly diving into learning the remedios that my abuelos used en el rancho.

I am the proud daughter of Mexican immigrants who uses she/her pronouns. I acknowledge my privilege of tending land and being in the natural world.  I hope that if our paths collide, we can come together, united by the plants, y la tierra.

Be in touch if you would like to collaborate on Workshops, Blogs, Teachings, or anything else. I prioritize POC/LGBTQIA+ folx for collaborations. 

 

 

PS – What’s with the Spanglish? I grew up speaking, writing, and reading in English. After years of wanting to be “white” as a child (a complex story that I discuss in my conversation with Amber) I reclaim my culture with pride. One of the ways I do this is by speaking the language to the best of my ability, and sometimes that means a mixture of english and spanish.