The Dream
Mary Anne Hobbs—
a famous DJ.
She was my mentor
at herb school.
She already knew
my partner.
I didn’t tell him
she was mentoring me.
Or her
that I was connected to him.
I wanted
to make my own
connection.
The Meaning
the mentor
Archetypes collide. She’s sonic, intuitive, non-mainstream. A curator of atmosphere. I dreamed her into a herbal mentor—another kind of intuitive guide. One who deals in plants instead of sound. I’m linking her to healing and resonance. Medicine with vibe and atmosphere. This isn’t about rules, it’s about knowing when something feels right.
secrecy
I’m carving out an identity that’s mine alone. Even if they know each other, my relationship with her is sovereign. This is symbolic individuation. I’m saying: My learning, is mine alone. It doesn’t need to be earned through ‘relations’ I’m actively stepping away from it’s not what you know but who you know and stepping out into the world as an individual.
the school
I’m in learning mode. But this isn’t institutional—it’s mentorship.
Not curriculum. Connection. This isn’t a class—it’s a transmission. Wisdom by osmosis.
What Lingers…
What if true learning doesn’t follow curriculum, but connection?
What if resonance is reason enough to follow a path—no permission needed?
Marginalia
Sometimes I feel an urge to hurry—to learn as much as I can, as quickly as possible. Other times, I hold back, aware of how easily I’m influenced by the information I receive, and wanting to see how much I can intuitively remember.
It feels fitting that I’ve chosen Mary Anne Hobbs as my herbal tutor. Completely unrelated, sideways learning—much like the journey I began when I first started sifting through my ancestry after a dream I’d had. At the time, I thought it was just a distracting side hustle.
Now I can see how it’s all beginning to weave together.
