Musings

From The Bedford Hours

Hello history friends! I’m trying something different today, so here we go! Usually when I go to write a post, I plan it out carefully in advance, do my research and have my notes handy before I start typing. Today, I’m going entirely off-book and simply sharing some thoughts with you about a question that occurred to me this morning, simply because I think you might enjoy mulling it over, too.

This is also not going to be a post about historical reality: in fact, it’s the exact opposite. Normally I don’t go in for “what ifs” very much, for a number of reasons: there are too many unknowns to predict with any level of precision; I prefer researching to speculation; and frankly I’m just not that imaginative when it comes to alternate outcomes. This one caught my fancy, however, and I just can’t help myself! So in the spirit of pleasant diversion, let’s speculate!

John who?

As the die-hard Hundred Years War fans out there probably know, today marks the anniversary of the death of John, Duke of Bedford in 1435. For those unfamiliar, Bedford was a son of Henry IV of England and brother to Henry V, and he was named Regent for the 9-month-old Henry VI when his father died in 1422. Bedford commanded the forces fighting in France on behalf of the young king until his death, just days before the Treaty of Arras saw his former ally and onetime brother-in-law, the Duke of Burgundy, side with the French against the English.

John of Lancaster, Duke of Bedford from The Bedford Hours. (Extreme bowl cut, aw yisssss.)

In a Twitter (I refuse to use the dumb new name) post commemorating the date, historian Matt Lewis hypothesized that Bedford was perhaps the best king that England never had. The idea has been proposed before, and it’s a fascinating debate. On the one hand, he was well-regarded at home for his sensible and measured guidance given to the young Henry VI, and unlike many royal uncles in the Middle Ages, Bedford seems to have been wholly loyal to his nephew and committed to setting him up for success. Some of Bedford’s contemporaries were critical of his unwavering devotion to winning the war in France on behalf of his brother (Henry V of Agincourt fame) due to the considerable strain put on the coffers of England’s treasury, but unlike the infant king’s two other uncles and closest advisors, Bedford did not engage in power struggles to advance his own personal position. On the other hand, Bedford has been justifiably criticized for other shortcomings, such as his role in the trial and execution of Joan of Arc.

Henry V

Yet Bedford’s merits as potential king are still not the topic I’ve been debating today. What if, instead of dying at age 46, reportedly visibly careworn and aged from the strain of the French wars, John had lived on into his 60s or even his 70s, as was not at all uncommon for noble men who survived high infant mortality rates and other childhood diseases? Could the Wars of the Roses even have been prevented?

As I said before, this is not an academic article or even a very serious think piece. I’m not going to be backing up my theorizing with hard facts, so if that’s what you’re looking for, thank you for coming but you’ll want to exit now; you’ll be sorely disappointed and frankly I’m not interested in serious scholastic sparring on this topic. If you’re down for a bit of frivolous historical reimagining, though, I hope you’ll come along on our merry jaunt!

‘What If’ #1: what if Bedford remained Henry VI’s chief advisor?

Ask almost any historian today what caused the Wars of the Roses and they’ll probably give you a look of “are you sure you want to do this?”, do the deep breath/big sigh combo thing, and then start in on 20 minutes of detailed background and analysis that will still probably leave you with furrowed brow and muddled mind. This isn’t a dig at any of those historians; it’s just an acknowledgement of the truly convoluted fact pattern that led to several decades of internal war and several throne swaps between 1450-1490. For today, though, let’s do the unthinkable: pick out just a couple contributing factors and oversimplify them for our purposes.

Henry VI, the king really not born to be king

Henry VI is often picked on as, if not the very worst, at least one of the weakest kings England has ever seen. That’s not an entirely unfair analysis, but in his defense, the poor boy became king of both England and France when he was less than a year old after his father died; he was removed from his mother’s care at a young age; and his upbringing was governed from then on by his two closest male relatives, one his uncle (Gloucester) and the other his great-uncle (Beaufort), who took opposite viewpoints on almost everything under the sun and apparently dedicated their political lives to bettering their own positions and one-upping each other without regard for the welfare of their nephew, their country or much of anything else. Add in that the job title of ‘king’ was probably the very last one Henry would ever have chosen for himself – he much preferred quieter pursuits like study, prayer and frankly not being continually pulled in opposite directions by everyone around him – and it’s easy to see that this heir to the hero of Agincourt was facing an uphill battle from the start.

Luckily for Henry, he had his uncle John of Bedford balancing and playing referee until he was almost 14, keeping Gloucester and Beaufort mostly at bay. After Bedford’s death, however, the tug-o-war over the king kicked into high gear, and Henry’s non-combative nature made him susceptible to the covert whisperings of his remaining uncles. Henry’s situation worsened in 1447, when both Gloucester and Beaufort died within months of each other, leaving the king without even the questionable guidance of his family and vulnerable to an influx of other nobles, all trying to secure favor with (and influence over) the impressionable king and his new bride, Margaret of Anjou.

Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester; self-described “son, brother and uncle of kings” & right self-absorbed you-know-what

The young couple, politically unprotected and insecure, clung to a small handful of close friends and advisors. Not only did that inner circle receive the royal largesse, but they had exclusive access to advise on matters of policy, finance and the ongoing overseas war. Far from being business as usual in England at the time, the exclusion of the remaining, non-favored nobles from the king’s council flew in the face of generations of English tradition, and those left out felt deep bruises to their pride and honor. Such ostracism led to active protests and eventually open rebellion from the Duke of York and his allies.

Henry VI and Margaret of Anjou

But what if the Duke of Bedford had survived his brother Gloucester and uncle Beaufort, not only preventing them from battling over the young king during their lifetimes but also remaining as Henry’s chief advisor into the 1450s or even later?

Given Bedford’s proven commitment to his role as the proverbial “mama bear” to his nephew during his lifetime, it would be reasonable to assume that he would have continued in that role, thereby minimizing the power struggle between Henry’s other uncles by arranging terms between them as he’d done in 1426. His keen administrative abilities and understanding of the important part played by the king’s council, demonstrated by his declared intentions to follow the will of the council in previous matters, further support a supposition that Bedford would have precluded the advancement of individual favorites that did so much damage to Henry’s reign and instead aided the king in drawing on the support of all his nobles. As the son of a previous king whose success and very life depending on the acknowledgement and acceptance of the nobility on both sides of the divide, Bedford would have known just how dangerous losing that support could be.

There’s no telling whether the continued presence of Bedford’s steadying hand could have prevented Henry VI’s mental collapse in 1453, but had he been present, it’s likely that the 64-year-old Bedford would have been put into the Lord Protector role once more, staving off power grabs from both Richard, Duke of York and Queen Margaret. A stable, well-run government during the king’s illness would have removed York’s initial reason for rebellion, which he stated was to see the king well-counseled by rightful advisors; without that motivation, it is unlikely that other malcontents would have had sufficient incentive to engage in internal warfare, either instead of or in addition to continuing martial efforts in France.

Richard, Duke of York in the Talbot Shrewsbury Book

Despite the many arenas in which I think Bedford would have made significant improvements during Henry VI’s reign, there remains an Achilles’ heel that I fear might have undone his good works elsewhere: his overzealous commitment to continuing the Hundred Years War in France. Bedford experienced a long period of success following his brother Henry V’s death in 1422; the English situation was even stable enough that he was able to return home to England in 1433. The reprieve was short-lived, however, and Bedford was back in Paris by 1434. By 1435, just months before Bedford’s death, English fortunes had fallen far enough that peace talks were being held at Arras, and John was forced to acknowledge that concessions were unavoidable and reconciliation with the Burgundians was impossible.

Given the level-headedness with which Bedford seemed to approach most things, one would hope that had he survived, Bedford would have come to accept the futility of further fighting in France at least for the immediate future and returned to his nephew’s side to address domestic issues that had been pushed aside for far too long. We cannot know for sure, however, and considering Bedford’s obvious dedication to upholding his brother’s legacy, the possibility that he would have continued to doggedly pursue the reclamation of French territory, despite the crippling cost to England, remains.

‘What If’ #2: what if Bedford provided an alternate Lancastrian heir?

In the same year as her husband’s mental collapse, Queen Margaret of Anjou gave birth to their only child, Edward of Westminster. Despite surviving to the age of 17 and his father’s instability, this Prince of Wales never ascended to the throne; he was killed at the Battle of Tewkesbury in 1471, fighting for his father’s right to the English crown. Even had Edward survived the battle, it seems there may have been some concern about his ability to rule. Whether these fears were founded in logical fact or not, some worried that Henry VI’s debilitating condition may have passed to his son. Others were suspicious of his mother, the foreign queen, and distrusted what she may have taught him while he was in her custody during the wars. Another rumor persisted for years that even as a boy Edward was exceptionally cruel, despite a lack of documented evidence.

Drawing of Edward of Westminster

Regardless of the reasons why, the English nobility found themselves with a king who was frequently incapacitated, and a young heir who inspired little or no confidence. The alternative was the king’s cousin and next closest male relative, Richard of York, whose claim to the throne was debatably equal but who was not only an adult but also a tried-and-tested military commander and political leader. The dividing line between the two sides tended to put those who defended the king’s right to be king, despite his shortcomings, on the side of King Henry VI; while those who were weary after years of weak leadership and ongoing battles supported the Duke of York.

Our scene is set for another BIG ‘what if’: what if there had been a third contender for the throne, one who was more closely related to Henry VI than the Duke of York and also came from a line untainted by mental illness? In other words, if John of Lancaster, Duke of Bedford, had lived long enough to have a son with his second wife, Jacquetta of Luxembourg, could that child have become the next king of England and headed off the wars between Lancaster and York?

I can hear the immediate protests already: “but Bex, Bedford was married to Jacquetta for two whole years before he died and they never had a child! And he never had one with his first wife, either! It sounds pretty far-fetched.” Is it, though? While the duke died without a legitimate heir, it’s not unreasonable to consider that had he lived longer, the reality might easily have been different.

John and his first wife, Anne of Burgundy, remained childless throughout their decade of marriage, but we know that John had fathered an illegitimate son prior to their wedding. We also know that during her second marriage, Jacquetta and her then-husband Richard Woodville had an absolute plethora of children who survived to adulthood, so both John and Jacquetta were capable of having children at least at some point in their lives. Any number of reasons may have prevented them from having children during their two years of marriage, whether it was separation due to the demands of war, the impact of stress and responsibility on John’s health, or even Jacquetta’s young age (she was married at 16 or 17).

Anne of Burgundy, The Bedford Hours

So if we presume that in our alternate universe, the Bedfords did have a son that survived, what might have made him a stronger candidate to be king than Henry VI, Edward of Westminster or Richard of York? Without drowning in the minute details of royal inheritance, let’s look at why Bedford Junior’s claim to the throne would have been stronger than that of York.

In the 15th century (and well past, but that’s for another day), the English monarchy was inherited according to the rules of male-preferenced primogeniture. (Warning: massive oversimplification ahead, but it should suffice for our purposes.) This meant that when one king died, his oldest legitimate male child inherited the throne. If the king had no children who could inherit, the throne might pass to the king’s younger brother if he had one, but if not, the throne would revert to the next oldest son of the deceased king’s father – in other words, the dead king’s eldest uncle on his father’s side.

In our scenario, if Henry VI was out of the picture either due to his death or after being ousted as a result of his incapacity, his son Edward would inherit. Unless, of course, Edward had predeceased Henry, had been declared illegitimate, or had been otherwise excluded from the succession for whatever reason. If we play out our ‘what if’ here, presuming the Duke of Bedford survived past 1435 and was still living at the time Edward of Westminster was removed as an heir to the throne, Bedford would have been next in line. To take it a step further, if Bedford had a son, that son would have also been the closest male relative and therefore next in succession after his father.

John, 1st Duke of Bedford’s arms, differentiated from his father Henry IV’s by the points across the upper quarters; The Bedford Hours

Why would this matter? Because the Bedford line would have superceded the Duke of York’s line, which stemmed from a brother of Henry VI’s great-grandfather, John of Gaunt. As a much closer branch on the family tree, the claim of Bedford and his heirs would have taken higher precedence over the claim of Richard of York. It’s possible that if the succession had passed to a Bedford, York still may have raised his hand and said “hey, if we’re passing the throne outside of the direct line to whomever has a claim…I’m such a “whomever,” so consider me, too!” With another ready, viable contender so closely related, however, I doubt York’s claim would have gained the traction that it did in reality, when he was literally the king’s next closest male kin.

So there you have it, folks. A few fun-to-think-about considerations, reflecting on how English history might have looked very different if John, Duke of Bedford hadn’t died 588 years ago today but instead continued in his role as selfless elder statesman and perhaps furthered his own lineage.

Further Reading

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A New Year’s Eve toast, Minnesota-style. Photo credit R. A. Stockton

Happy New Year, friends! I hope you had a joyous and restful holiday season, and may this new year bring peace and good fortune for you and your loved ones. 

For many folks, January is a time of contemplation and revitalization; some looking back, but even more looking forward. The same is true here at Plants and Plantagenets! I thought I’d take a moment to share with you what’s in store for the blog as we move into the new year.

In 2022, we’ll be looking at a different theme each month. During the month, we’ll spend some time in the realm of relevant history, and I’ll also bring you a real-time glimpse into the current stage of my own historical herb garden. As you know, I just love it when my two passions, history and herbs, overlap, so as often as possible I’ll be looking for ways to bring you content that combines those two together!

In January, I’ll be bringing you posts on the motif of reflection and renewal. We’ll explore how people in English agricultural communities started their new year of work, and I’ll share how, as an experimental gardener, I am considering the results of last year’s herb-growing efforts and making plans for the growing season ahead. 

Topics for later months are still being firmed up, so if there’s something you’d like to read more about, please share your ideas in the comments below! 

Of course, I’ll continue to bring you regular On This Day bite-sized history bits, so make sure you’re following along on Twitter for a daily digestible dose of the past. 

Until then, I hope this winter season brings you beauty, coziness and calm!

Winter candles. Photo credit R.A. Stockton
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Spring flowers & herbs, backlit by a setting sun

Welcome back! Today I am sharing with you what I’ve recently learned about herbs and plants that have historically been considered helpful in times of grief or sorrow.

If you’re thinking “gosh, that seems…abrupt,” well, you’re not wrong. Today’s topic can be considered almost a part “B” to my previous post; they’re related but can also stand alone. If you’re just joining, you may wish to return here to get the story on why I’m talking about these herbs now, but let me give you a quick heads-up: the story centers on pet illness and loss. If you’re not feeling up to that, I totally understand. From here on out, we’ll be talking exclusively about plants.

On to the herbs!

Picking up where we left off: in October I found myself preparing for an upcoming loss. I began considering how I could plan for simple things that might provide moments of respite from the inevitable grieving I knew was coming. 

Unlike some aspects of human life that have drastically changed over the centuries, the pain of losing loved ones is the same for us today as it has been throughout history. No remedy can eliminate the pain of grief and loss, nor is there a vaccine that would immunize us against heartache.

However, as our forebears knew, plants can help to ease negative emotional and physical responses to our grief and give us the “room” to think, process and react to the circumstances that are causing that pain. By calming racing hearts, overactive minds and clenching muscles, as well as by strengthening the nervous and cardiovascular systems taxed by our emotions, herbs allow us to endure, to learn and eventually to heal. 

So partly as a grounding thought exercise and partly to work on the “acceptance” stage of grief, I decided to explore how humans have historically treated emotional pain.

Planning the search

I already had a few herbal allies in mind from my own experience and learning over the past few years. I refilled my dropper bottle of lemon balm tincture so it would be on hand and ready, as I knew from experience that lemon balm helps to calm my emotions and reduce feelings of panic. Chamomile is of course known for its calming effects; since my own harvest this year was poor, I knew a purchased tea could easily be found at the grocery store if needed. Finally, I started infusing another big batch of hawthorn berry tincture. Besides being delicious and an easy remedy to stick to, hawthorn cares for the heart in both the physical and the emotional sense, so I knew I could benefit from its comfort. 

Hawthorn berry tincture

For other traditional remedies, I looked to the three historical herbals on my bookshelf: those by Hildegard von Bingen, Nicholas Culpeper and John Gerard. Of course I recognize that these three represent only the tiniest fraction of herbal knowledge around the world, even in their own times. In full transparency, however, I lacked not only the ready access to other works but also the emotional “spoons” to pursue further at the time. 

Historical sources at hand

Even with such a small sample size, I wanted to compare what these leading herbalists recommended across the centuries. Coincidentally, there were about 500 years between Hildegard’s medieval writings and those of the early modernists Gerard and Culpeper, and approximately four centuries have passed since those early herbals were published in English. What might have changed over the course of nearly a millennium? Have any remedies stood the test of time? 

Finally, to discover whether any 12th- or 17th-century treatments are still in use today, I relied on three excellent 21st-century herbals: those by Matthew Wood, Rosemary Gladstar, and Thomas Easley & Steven Horne (bibliographical info below in “Sources” section). 

The 21st-century approach

A note on terminology

Early in my exploration, I noticed a difference in how grief (or melancholy or sadness, as it is more commonly described in these texts) was thought of as an ailment and when considering treatments.

In general, Hildegard von Bingen’s approach gives remedies to ease the physical pains brought on by a profound sadness, which is consistent with her prescriptions for most illnesses. We see that in her time, the proper treatment for a given bodily ailment was often determined by what was thought to have caused that problem. For example, a patient with a stomach ache might be given one remedy if they had eaten rotten food, but an entirely different cure if the ache was thought to be caused by breathing bad air.

By the 17th century, herbals more often addressed emotions as symptoms themselves to be addressed; while sadness could certainly manifest as an aching head or shortness of breath, many remedies were aimed at easing the melancholy itself. 

Findings, from the expected to the unusual

I’ll start with the plants and herbs that have, to varying degrees, persisted as known remedies for sadness and melancholy into the modern age. These will likely seem the most logical options to most folks. From there, we’ll move to others that may surprise the casual gardener, and then to some remedies that might strike some as downright strange.

Rose

Today, the rose may most often be associated with positive emotions such as romantic love, but historically it has been connected to a wide variety of uses and meanings. Both Gerard and Culpeper identified the rose – red or white – as a remedy to strengthen the heart and refresh one’s spirits. The benefits of roses could be enjoyed by distilling them in water, creating a rose syrup, or making a conserve or “sugar of roses.” 

I’d hazard a guess that most of us have been cheered by sniffing a blooming rose at one point or another, so you’re unlikely to be surprised to learn that roses are still used today in this manner.  Modern herbalists Thomas Easley and Steven Horne recommend including the petals in an herbal tea to “reduce stress and help heal heartache,” and their observation is seconded by respected herbalist and author Matthew Wood, who adds “profound anxiety” to the conditions that benefit from rose. 

Rosemary

Although rosemary is often mentally filed away as a savory culinary flavor, this herb has been used as an emotional support boost from ancient times to today. As I mentioned earlier, my research resources for this exercise were limited to my existing bookshelf, but fortunately my early modern herbals shed some light on previous writings upon which they relied.

John Gerard cited earlier widespread references by Arabian writers and “other Physitions” since that recommended making a conserve of rosemary flowers and sugar, to be ingested every day to mend mind and spirit. Culpeper agreed with the flower conserve method, but also advised that if a “melancholy man” were to “take the flowers, and make them into a powder, then bind them on the right arm in a linen cloth, this powder, by working on the veins, will make a man more merry than ordinary.” 

“Rosemary” by cvtperson is licensed underCC BY-SA 2.0

(Note: I was somewhat surprised not to find any reference to rosemary in Hildegard’s Physica, falling as it did between the ancient and the early modern, but I may have overlooked it or perhaps she used another name that I was not familiar with.)

All three modern herbals reported that rosemary is still valued as an antidepressant and nervine support to combat nervousness and anxiety. Whether taken as a tincture or infusion, rosemary will help to calm and restore the nervous system. 

Borage

Moving into (possibly) less-familiar territory for some folks, let’s talk about borage. It could be just my imagination, but it seems that borage is better known in the UK than it is in the US – or perhaps I just haven’t met many borage fans on this side of the pond yet. Still, it seems appropriate for this plant to be in the upper half of the pack, because those that are acquainted with it know its medicinal potential is significant, particularly when it comes to lifting spirits. 

Borage flowers in shades of blue, pale pink and lavender

Now I really like borage – so much so that I wrote an entire post about it earlier this fall! Rather than rehash it all, I will summarize by saying that while Hildegard reserved borage for other physical ailments, both Culpeper and Gerard spoke strongly in favor of using borage to reduce sadness, melancholy, pensiveness, sorrow, dullness…just about every synonym for grief you can imagine. The flowers especially were said to cheer one who consumed them as a syrup or in a sugared treat. 

As with rosemary, every modern herbal I consulted confirmed borage as an antidepressant. Fresh flowers and leaves are best, but before ingesting any part of borage, please discuss it with your physician, as there is a low level of toxicity in the plant that may harm internal organs or interfere with other medications.

To read more about borage (and to see more proof of how gorgeous it really is), check out my post here.

Lily of the Valley

This familiar flower falls in the middle of this pack, because while undoubtedly everyone is familiar with its attractive blooms, it isn’t on the top of most modern folks’ lists as a natural remedy – and with good reason! 

Almost to a word, Gerard and Culpeper sang the same refrain about lily of the valley: if distilled in wine, it will comfort the heart and renew one’s spirits. What’s not to love, right? Pretty spring flowers, pleasant scent that’s used in many perfumes even today; honestly it sounds a lot less offputting than some remedies of the day, so what harm could it do? 

As it turns out, plenty. Today we know that all parts of the plant are toxic, and it is especially dangerous to children and pets. Lily of the valley is by no means the only plant used in traditional healing practices that is now advised against, but as Easley & Horne unequivocally state, it should be used only by professionals and with the utmost care. (Incidentally, their book The Modern Herbal Dispensatory does not note any emotional support uses for this plant.)

Best admire this one from afar. 

Motherwort and Feverfew

I’ve paired these two lesser-known plants together, as neither herb was well-documented in my historical herbals as particularly effective against grief. Hildegard recommended feverfew for other purposes, but she did not specify motherwort at all, at least not by that name – again, perhaps there was a different term used in the 12th century. (If you know, please share with me in the comments!)

“Feverfew-8994” by graibeard is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0

In a rare divergence within the early modern camp, Culpeper and Gerard each championed one of these herbs for allaying sadness but not the other. Culpeper put his money on motherwort, which he praised as the best herb to “drive melancholy vapours from the heart, to strengthen it, and make the mind cheerful, blithe and merry.” In contrast, Gerard instructed those “such as be melancholike, sad, pensive, and without speech” to add dried and powdered feverfew (or “fetherfew;” that flexible 17th-century spelling was in full effect) to wine to drive away those conditions. 

Never fear, though; whether you are Team Culpeper or Team Gerard, there’s at least one modern herbalist who supports your side. Easley & Horne condoned motherwort as a sedative to allay anxious or nervous feelings, while Wood added that it can soothe “excessive emotionality.” Wood also supported feverfew to raise spirits and decrease nervous feelings, so I’d call either herb a valid candidate. 

A few things HAVE changed in the last millennium

Heads up, here’s where we start exploring some remedies that generally get much less traction these days. All of the following are included in Hildegard’s recommendations, but unless otherwise noted, I found no reference to these herbs in the context of treating grief or melancholy in either the 17th-century or the 21st-century herbals.

Mandrake

Yes, Harry Potter fans, you’ve got the right idea. While non-magical mandrakes lack the ability to deafen gardeners with their screams (as far as I know, at least), we are essentially talking about the same horticultural specimen.

Mandrakes were so named because their roots have a faintly humanoid shake, and therefore cures often involved the part of the root that resembled the part of the patient’s body that suffered. (This view was not unique to Hildegard; many medieval remedies assumed that a plant’s appearance gave clues as to its God-given medical purpose. For example, eyebright got its name, along with its assigned medical properties, because the flower itself resembles an eye.) 

I’m not even going to quote Hildegard for this one, as her work explained many such uses for mandrake that I find fascinating. I truly recommend you grab a copy and read the entirety for yourself, as it is enlightening to see this type of medical thinking and experimentation at work.

Amusingly, five centuries later Gerard tore basically all “traditional” thought about mandrakes apart in his herbal, saying that it was nothing more than old wives’ tales and dismissing it entirely. I was unable to find any references to mandrake in the modern herbals at hand.

Mullein

Hildegard’s instructions on using mullein were simple and straightforward: “One whose heart is weak and sad should cook, and frequently eat, mullein with meat, fish, or small tarts, but with no other herbs. It will strengthen his heart and make him happy.” 

I found one modern-day reference to mullein as a remedy for emotional duress: Wood stated that it may benefit those who “think too much” or suffer from nervousness or insomnia.

Today, one is more likely to see mullein oil used as a cure for earaches. I’ve also read that the entire dried flower stalk, if dipped in wax, also makes a great natural torch in the autumn. I haven’t tried this but would love to hear about it if you have! 

Rue

Hildegard suggested that a person suffering from melancholy should eat rue following a meal, as “the heat of rue attenuates the harsh heat of melancholy and tempers its excessive cold.” Here again is an intriguing application of the medieval notion about the importance of balancing the humors; if one suffered from an excess of cold, they must offset it with a treatment that brings heat to drive it away. 

Gerard and Culpeper both cited rue for various other ailments, but not in relation to grief or sadness. Modern herbalists, it must be noted, advise against taking rue internally at all. Wood’s herbal mentioned that rue may be beneficial to those unable to let go of negative emotions; he did not make a specific connection to sadness, but a reasonable connection may be made. 

Geranium

Taking rue one step further, Hildegard advised one “who has pain in his heart and is always sad” to pulverize “geranium, and less pennyroyal, and even less rue” and eat it along with bread on a regular basis. This, she said, would boost the heart and restore the person to happiness.

Fennel

Today, fennel is generally prized for its culinary contributions, or perhaps as an ingredient in absinthe. If a 21st-century person is familiar with fennel as a medicinal herb, it is most likely in its role as a carminative or digestive aid. Culpeper recommended fennel as a gastrointestinal cure, while Gerard used it to improve eyesight. 

In Hildegard’s day, however, a melancholic person was advised to liquify fennel and apply it topically on “forehead, temples, chest and stomach” to drive it away. 

Onyx

Yes, I know this is not an herb or plant, but I had to include one final instruction from Hildegard on easing sadness. As those familiar with her Physica will already know, that work includes not only plants, but also sections on elements, trees, stones, fish, birds, animals, reptiles and metals. 

Of onyx, she wrote: “If you are oppressed with sadness, look at an onyx intently, then place it in your mouth. The oppression of your mind will cease.” I confess, this passage makes me want to spend considerably more time examining Hildegard’s observations outside of the plant world, as this is certainly a glimpse into her worldview that is beyond what I’d expected! 

Outcome

So after surveying (briefly) the last millennium for herbal allies against grief, have I added any of them to my emotional arsenal?

To be entirely honest: not to any great extent. Not that I don’t see value in some of the options above; if it wasn’t the middle of winter and borage was in flower, I might give that a try. Even just looking at borage makes me smile during the summertime, so it’d be great if I had some of that to hand now. Rosemary is another favorite of mine, so I’ll gladly adopt any extra reason to add it to even more wintertime meals! Still, my experience so far has been that the lemon balm and hawthorn tinctures have been great comforts to me, boosting me when everything just seems overwhelming.

Do you have any other herbal remedies that have helped you through periods of sadness or loss? Share in the comments below! (Oh, and it should go without saying: make sure to consult your physician before adding any herbal supplements to your routine; safety first, as always.)

Sources and Further Reading

Gerard, J., & Woodward, M. (2015). Gerard’s Herball. The Noverre Press. 

Culpeper, N. (2018). Culpeper’s English physician and complete herbal. Forgotten Books. 

Von Bingen, H. (1998). P. Throop (Trans.), Hildegard von bingen’s PHYSICA: The complete translation of her classic work on health and healing. Healing Arts Press. 

Easley, T., & Horne, S. H. (2016). The modern herbal dispensatory: A medicine-making guide. essay, North Atlantic Books. 

Wood, M. (2008). The EARTHWISE herbal, a complete guide to Old World medicinal plants. North Atlantic Books. 

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Hello friends. It’s been a hot second since I’ve written, not by design or desire, but because as so often happens, life took an unexpected turn over the past few months that bent all my best intentions out of shape. Let me fill you in about what’s been happening since my last post on Harvest Home, as well as what I’ve learned about how plants have always supported humans in times of grief.

I’d planned to spend October sinking gleefully into crisp days, burnished leaves, snuggly blankets and a good book, soaking up all the hygge and natural beauty of the season. I had just spent a glorious weekend in rural Pennsylvania for Tudorcon 2021 (more on that another time), and I was inspired, energized and so ready to embrace my favorite season.

Then I noticed some changes in the behavior of my oldest cat, Jasper, and I felt a niggle of trepidation in the back of my mind that was accompanied by my sinking heart.

A note about what’s to come

[I’m going to pause here for a moment of total transparency. The next bit of the story is going to be sad, especially for the animal lovers out there, so if the topics of pet illness or pet loss are ones you’d rather not read, that’s totally okay. If you’d like to skip that part and just read more about the historical remedies for melancholy and grief, I’ll be back on Thursday with that part of the story; please join us again then! In the meantime, here’s a picture of my two adorable “J” kitties, Jasper and Jacquetta.]

Jasper and Jacquetta, appealing for a tiny snack, 2021

How to part with your heart; or, the story of a girl and her cat

I have to say at this point that Jasper was never “just a cat” to me; it’s hard to explain to someone who hasn’t experienced this kind of connection with an animal, but we were the best of friends from the day he was adopted; he laid claim to my heart immediately and never, ever let go.

At first, I held onto the hope that Jasper’s decreased mobility and weight loss were due to the health issues he already had as a cat nearly 15 years of age. We’d been monitoring a heart murmur and developing arthritis for months, and he’d just been diagnosed with hyperthyroidism a few weeks before; surely that explained everything, right? 

I’ll skip the details of the next week (gosh, it was a suspenseful, anxious week), but after an emergency clinic visit, two days of monitoring by our regular vet, and an overnight stay with the amazing staff at the University of Minnesota’s veterinary medicine facility, we finally had some answers. Unfortunately, they weren’t the ones we wanted. 

The issue that landed us in the pet E.R. turned out to be a case of pancreatitis. Jasper recovered, thanks to the care of our vet and the U of M’s team, and I was relieved to learn that pancreatitis is generally not as dangerous (and possibly lethal) in cats as it is in dogs. Our relief was short-lived, however, as during some of the extensive testing that was done when treating the pancreatitis, growths were identified on several of Jasper’s internal organs. Further testing revealed that it was in fact lymphoma, and it had already spread enormously throughout his body, masked by the symptoms of his hyperthyroidism and other underlying conditions.

We had two options. We could go through chemo, which would be very taxing on his body given those other conditions and would give him another eight months or so (not to mention the very high price tag, which we’d gladly have paid if it could have controlled the cancer without taking too much out of Jasper). The doctors weren’t terribly optimistic about that route, though, and in the end we chose palliative care and a course of steroids that would give him a boost for a few weeks. Though it would probably only give him another one or two months, he was likely to have a high quality of life for most of that time, so we decided this was a situation in which quality mattered much more than quantity. 

With Jasper, the day of his diagnosis

Friends, I’ll never be able to adequately describe the mix of emotions I felt that day. Strangely, my immediate reaction was simply relief that, after a few days that were very touch-and-go, I wasn’t having to say goodbye to my best friend right then and there. I was so thankful to have even just another day with him. Of course, that was very quickly replaced by a panicky and tearful sense of disbelief, denial and despair as I started to absorb the sad diagnosis. 

Jasper, one week into treatment, late October 2021

We spent the next several weeks simply savoring our time with him as much as possible. I’d previously bought a backpack carrier to use with any of the cats, and somewhat to my surprise, Jasper adapted to it immediately. It was like suddenly he realized that being taken places, fussed over and utterly spoiled was a pretty okay lifestyle, and I’m so glad we were able to make those special memories and truly have fun together as a family. 

Never a harness guy before, Jasper leaned fully into the freedom in his last weeks

As we knew would happen, however, eventually the steroid treatments lost their effectiveness, and Jasper’s condition worsened a bit each day. It’s too painful to catalogue those two weeks or so in detail, but we did our best to keep him as comfortable as possible while we cuddled him and waited for him to let us know when he was ready to go. 

Happily hanging out in his carrier on his last visit with friends

On the morning of his last full day, Jasper had started looking pretty rough, so I called out from work that day to be with him. By late evening, my husband and I had to face the fact that he was suffering and seemed to be telling us he was tired of fighting. We knew we’d have to make the heartbreaking call to our vet in the morning to see when we could help him cross the Rainbow Bridge. We knew from experience with Lancelot, our beloved dog who crossed the bridge nearly five years ago, that although the clinic staff would take wonderful care of all of us and would be a huge supportive help, holding a dear friend’s paw while they cross is a tough, tough thing to do. Of course we would do so willingly, but we knew how much emotional pain it would bring. We went to bed, curled up around Jasper, telling him we loved him. 

As it turned out, Jasper had one last bit of kindness up his sleeve for us. A little after 5:00am, he meowed once, loud enough to wake us up. He seemed to be trying to move, so Chris took him gently over to the litter box and the water dish in case he wanted either of those, then brought him back to his spot on the bed where he seemed to want to be. A few minutes later, I could see that his breathing had stopped. My darling boy went peacefully, and I pray without pain, and spared us all the trauma of that final vet visit. Even as I sat with him, tears streaming down my face while I kissed him goodbye and told him how much I loved him one last time, I knew he’d made his last journey on his own terms. I’ll never forget his last gift of peace. 

Together on the campus of my alma mater, St. Olaf College. Northfield, MN 10/31/21

Learning, even in the midst of grief

When we got Jasper’s diagnosis and the expected timeline, at least we knew we would have a little bit of time to prepare ourselves to absorb the impact. In addition to purposefully making opportunities for memories together, I started thinking about how I could plan for simple things that might provide moments of respite from the inevitable grieving. Me being me, I began to wonder how generations of people before me have faced and survived great grief, which in so many eras was much more common than it is for most of us today. Perhaps, I thought, I could accept the inevitable with some measure of grace if I viewed it through the lens of the past, acknowledging the unavoidability of sadness and learning how those before me leaned on their ready plant allies to find a way forward.

NEXT UP: I share what I’ve gleaned from herbalists across the past millennium. See which plants have been the go-to choices across centuries when loss, tragedy or even just the winter doldrums strike in Feeling blue? Herbs can help.

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