Out Damn Scar!

I was so excited to reach my destination, I ran like the wind. The uneven sidewalk was less than friendly and I crash landed, ripping open my bare left knee. I was only ten.  The scar that formed is a small scar, perhaps not story worthy but I find it fascinating that the memory is so vivid. A constant reminder of this small trauma.  

Scars tell stories. If you have a scar, you most likely have a memory. Whether by injury, surgery, infection, or inflammation a scar may surface as part of the healing process. The new collagen fibres that naturally form do the mending and while the results may fade over time, the scar may not totally disappear.  

The question is: Do we have any control over this process?

Massage helps. Oils help. Butters, like shea and coconut can help. Emu and tamanu do help.

If we go back in history and ask the original settlers of the land, the aboriginals, the natives, what they used from nature to help heal, we gleam valuable knowledge. The tested and true.

Massaging an oil in the area does help. 

I remember crying. I remember the hugs and tenderness as my mom washed, disinfected, applied a cream, and bandaged my wound. I did finally make it to my Halloween party.               

My mother’s caring touch was medicine itself. She had no knowledge of emu oil, nor tamanu, nor shea back then. But we do now. These gifts from nature are truly a wonderful part of our arsenal.

Safe and effective