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In de media

Over duurzaamheid en veganisme op de Hippe Vegetariër
Op de radio over kruidengeneeskunde en tweedekansdieren
Over DOG.EAT.PLANT. in de Vriendin
In de Podcast van House of Essence over medicinale planten en intuitie
In de Podcast van Op Zoek over kruidengeneeskunde
Interview over DOG.EAT.PLANT. op Brandpunt+

Inspiratie

Eet jouw hond al plantaardig? Luister deze goede podcast van vegan dierenarts Dr. Ernie Ward.
De Herbal Hotline is nu open!
Een belangrijke oproep voor deze tijd door Robin Wall Kimmerer
De Podcast die me tot tranen bracht: van Rich Roll met Zach Bush
Soja & een prachtige Netflix Documentaire

Out now!

The Plant Pharmacy – koken met de kracht van de natuur – is een verhaal dat zo uit mijn hart kwam rollen, een epistel dat mijn liefde voor deze schitterende aarde weerspiegelt en een poging om onze groene bondgenoten in de spotlight te zetten die ze verdienen.

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It feels like a privilege and a gift. That I can p

It feels like a privilege and a gift. That I can put my evolving talents to use and work with amazing woman like @karensoeters @thera.visser Hèlen @depeerdegaerdt Margarit @de_nobele_hoeve, @natuurell.nl and @maartjeborst. It was a long proces to figure out how my little piece of the big puzzle would fit, but it is starting to make sense now.

Together with Maartje I am just finishing up a new vegan cookbook titled FAMILY.EAT.PLANT. which will launch this June and we have started working on a new book Maartje is writing. This is my way of doing what I can do best: using my camera, pen and herbal knowledge and doing something I hope will contribute to a kinder world and making a little bit of money so I have time to devote to projects like @mymomsam and making medicinal herbal protocols for the animals living at De Peerdegaerdt. I do not have a Patreon account (should I?) but if you would like to support me and my work so I can keep doing this, the best way is to buy a book ;-). Do you have a dog? Check out DOG.EAT.PLANT.. Do you love scrumptious food? Check out MAN.EAT.PLANT.. Would you like to learn more about and how to cook with seaweed? Check out Ocean Greens (in English)/Groente uit Zee (in Dutch). Do you fancy good old vegan food inspired by the seasons? Maybe Ecofabulous is something for you. Would you like to discover your natural weight and enjoy healthy plant-based food? Plant Power might just be your book. And last but not least, would you love to learn about the medicinal qualities of the plant queendom and how to build your own herbal apothecary? Please enjoy The Plant Pharmacy. And FAMILY.EAT.PLANT. will of course feed your family table!

Thank you to all who have supported me since the beginning of my journey and who have enjoyed my books. I could not have done all of this without you.

PS: The magnolia’s are in bloom 💖🙏🏽. The picture I took is from Maartje’s brilliant book Taart ende Koeck.

#veganbooks #plantbasedbooks #herbalism #plantpower #vegan #magnolia #spring #seasonal #vegancheesecake

Yesterday was an intense day. Tears were shed and

Yesterday was an intense day. Tears were shed and candles burned. Yesterday all the moms with whom Sam shared a big part of her life were deported. Today they probably have all crossed the rainbow bridge. The suffering they had to endure was immense. Born on a concrete floor in a loveless environment, moms and dads taken away, a life between iron bars, dying by the brutal hand of man. I can only feel in this situation and once again that death is a liberation. However not the liberation so many of us here wished for them. Sam is the lucky one, the one who got away. But the countless moms, dads and children who's fate have already been determined - to be born, to live and to die in an industry created by humans - will not be so lucky. The numbers dazzle me still. This seemingly endless cycle of horror. This brutal reality that could end today if we would collectively decide it should. But the movement isn't big enough yet, education is still needed, hearts still need to open to these beautiful, extraordinary beings that are our friends, not our food.

Sam got away. The others did not. For them we are doing what we can with @mymomsam, sharing about her life, educate about how brilliant pigs are and making a documentary. You can follow us, support us, donate (check out link in bio) and most importantly share Sam's story. Maybe, just maybe if those beings we hardly get to see have a face, a name, like Sam, people might just make the connection.

And please also check out the page 26 Oinks @de_nobele_hoeve and I just launched about pigs via link in bio. Here we will share beautiful stories about pigs.

#friendsnotfood #veganism #pigs #mymomsam #sanctuary

The beasts, bees, flowers and the trees. Life runs

The beasts, bees, flowers and the trees. Life runs through all and all are magically interwoven in the web of existence providing humans a place within this web by giving us oxygen, food, companionship and things I cannot even begin to describe. Such abundance and so much to be grateful for. How can I not give back.

The challenge however is giving without expecting something in return and without the illusion that my efforts will somehow save this planet. She being already so old, grand and wise. I am just a student, a child of hers. So I try to listen to what she says and what she asks of me. Mostly it goes something like: 'Dear one, I love you. Just breathe. Be kind and gentle to all creatures great and small. If you do not succeed in this, be gentle with yourself and take time to investigate what is making you stressed or upset. Send love to those places of stress, those places that are hurting. You are growing and you are healing. Eat plants. Eat them mindfully and not too much. Activate your senses, right here and now. See the magic connection between everything in this living, animate world. And then, pollinate this experience. Share it with the ones who are interested and willing to listen.'

I am beginning to see that we're all pollinators. As humans we spread stories, ideas. So isn't it then one of the greatest tasks to unravel the stories we not only tell others, but also ourselves. Unravel so we can find its root, its core. A core when found we can offer light and nourishment, so like a flower we once again can bloom. Bloom what we as magical, spirited beings are meant to do. Nothing to prove, nothing to conquer, only just to be and bloom. And when the time comes, to fade and make space for new life. A task that the plants have already and so wisely mastered.

So besides unraveling our own stories to become our truest selves, we can give back by sprinkling seeds, the golden pearls of wisdom and nourishment for the soil and all of life everywhere where we can. I am deeply grateful that my friends over @the_pollinators curated the finest seeds that are native to these lands and which you can now order online via link in bio.

Mostly it's a feeling of two, doing the work that

Mostly it's a feeling of two, doing the work that I do. There is a deep sense of gratitude and love, but also of sorrow and sometimes disbelief. I'm super grateful that @maartjeborst and I got to team up with @dierenbescherming to make a gorgeous cookbook with ocean flavours which is part of their campaign to draw attention to the beautiful beings fish are, how they are needed in the sea and suffer at the hand of humanity. I am grateful that coinciding this book @netflix released Seaspiracy hopefully setting in motion a new wave of plant eaters, just as its predecessor Cowspiracy did.

But I feel also a little bit sad. I have been vegan for 20 years and have not eaten fish for 30. I see that eating fish is part of the normalisation of violence that is a building block of this society and I am aware that if one is brought up with an idea of what is ’normal' and what's not, that it's a proces to figure out what the scope is when it comes to choice. I feel grateful that I had a friend at school that became a vegetarian, opening the door for me to understand that becoming a vegetarian was an option and as a lover of all creatures I could choose to not eat my friends (first being mind blown after discovering that I had been eating them for 9 years before making the connection). I understand habits, they are human. I also understand the fear of change, I feel that too sometimes. However the immense atrocities that are needed to feed this norm are horrifying and heartbreaking. Stopping these atrocities should be more important than the fear for change. This fear is killing nature, the oceans and all that lives and breathes on this planet, winged, rooted, furry and non-furry.

And so I always circle back to choice. Eating fish isn't innocent and someone had to die, who didn't need to die.
We can choose to eat in a way that benefits all, supports this planet and nourishes our bodies. And then I become grateful again. When this evening I cook myself a little plant-based something from this wonderful book and feel hope rushing back and see that vegan future again I long for.

Check link in bio for The Fish Free Challenge and some gorgeous ocean flavoured recipes!

When one passed away, another was rescued and gave

When one passed away, another was rescued and gave birth to new life. Life and death, bound to each other in a never-ending circle. My dear friend @geertjecouwenbergh has been close every step of the way during my grieving process over Mr. Pooh. The first thing she handed me was the book 'The Year of Magical Thinking' by Joan Didion. She said: you must read this now. And so I did. I did everything she told me, because I was lingering somewhere between Earth and the Other World and was in need of some sort of navigating, although it was a space that curiously felt safe. The time before Pooh's death, when I knew he was transitioning I was wide awake in this physical world, after his transition I was floating, which was looking back now something indeed very magical.

Last week I held a baby piglet in my arms. Just 6 days old. She smelled of tea biscuits and soy milk. Just a few days earlier her sibling crossed the rainbow bridge, knowing love when she passed. And now this tiny one in my arms and her baby brother were also struggling, but also full of willingness to live. That scent and her strong nose making a nest in my sleeve brought me to that liminal space again, where pain becomes a reminder of love. The space where I was after Pooh died. My heart became silent and all was well.

A few days ago I stopped for a traffic light. Next to me a truck pulled over. I looked to my left and my eyes met with those of pink beautiful beings. Eyes that tell the stories that break hearts. Full of fear and knowing that time here on Earth was coming to an end. My heart flared up. It rumbled and cracked. Pain moved through my veins, but suddenly I was reminded of that sweet scent and liminal space. I began humming a gentle tune, just like I did when I first met Sam and when Pooh was passing. In my mind I said to the fearful beings 'I see you, I love you. May you be happy, may you be free'. I knew I could not save them, so this was what I could give, remembering that death is a liberation as Geertje reminded me a few days before. Remembering that it is love that is the biggest medicine and can build bridges also the rainbow ones.

@mymomsam

I have something miraculous to share with you. But

I have something miraculous to share with you. But first of all, I wish to thank you from the bottom of my heart for the outpouring of love towards darling Pooh-bear and myself. To see that this little, magical creature touched so many lives really gives me hope and supports me in navigating this new life.

During this process something extraordinary has happened. When Mr. Pooh's life was coming to an end, another creature's life was saved. And so although I am penetrated to the bone with grief over the loss of my darling Pooh, my heart is also happy for her. For Sam. Sam, whose eyes - one blue, one brown - pierced my soul.

Miraculous being Sam, who after 9 years can begin to discover what it is like to be a pig.
During those 9 years, she has given birth 20 times and lost 240 children to the meat industry. Never did she have a chance to see her babies grow up. Never did she have space to mother them. She was bred into existence to serve the 'normal' of humankind. And Sam is one of many.

Therefore I am honoured to be a part of the @houseofanimals.nl team who will be making a documentary about the life of Sam and her beloved children. We will follow her and her piglets over the course of 1 year and we will share their story in memory and honour of the 1.5 billion pigs that are slaughtered worldwide every year.

When Mr. Pooh's life came to an end, Sam was rescued by @meliefanimalsanctuary and discovered what it is like to not sleep on a concrete floor, between metal bars, but in a warm bed of straw.

And now for the first time in her life, she will experience what it is like to birth her babies surrounded by humans that love her, become a mother and nourish her own children.

You can follow our and Sam's journey over @mymomsam.

Thank you all for being here.

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