Most people come to plants wanting something from them.
Healing. Transformation. A glimpse of the sacred. They buy the course, attend the ceremony, follow the teacher who promises to unlock what the plant is holding for them. They leave with a story, an identity, a caption.
But not a relationship.
One afternoon I was kneeling in wet grass watching a single nettle move in the wind. Not naming it. Not waiting for it to teach me something. Just watching.
Nothing happened. Which was exactly the point.
We’ve built entire industries around plants, and most of them are organised around extraction.
Experience. Insight. Revelation.
We approach the plant the way we approach everything else – as a resource to be used.
The nettle doesn’t care about your healing journey.
Domei is five minutes. A plant. Your breath. Your attention. No robes, no ceremony, no gatekeepers. Just you and something green and alive, sharing the same patch of ground.
The plant isn’t there to fix you. It’s there to be with you.
That shift – from seeking to simply being – is the whole practice.
When did you last sit with a plant and ask nothing of it?