As I walked through the countryside of my childhood, I saw more and more plants that I never noticed before. One of them was comfrey, a beautiful and elegant plant that is so abundant that it becomes almost unremarkable. When I got to know the land better, I learned more about one of its spirits: a dark lady living in the waters, chthonic but also healing. The waters near my parents’ house are small, dark and still – full of rot and therefore loved by life. The low grounds among these waters are often soaking wet, and comfrey comfortably lives here. This watery plant with black roots growing low, yet lovely flowers above the ground, perfectly captures the spirit of the dark lady in this land. This innocent plant is very much a healer, as I write here [read on]…