
Part memoir, part herbal guide — a British veterinarian's journey from England to Southeast Asia, Africa, and India, hunting the plants that hold the keys to health and longevity. Thirty chapters. Thirty herbs.
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A plant the tribespeople of Khartoum fed their cattle turned out to matter for bone and joint health in people today. One minute, from the hill in Oregon, on how the book began.
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From a veterinary practice in England to little-known and sometimes-dangerous cultures in Southeast Asia and Africa — and finally to a log home on a hill in Oregon.
Thirty herbs he uses himself, most from India's 3,000 years of recorded remedies and England's own thousand-year herbal tradition — and what each one is for in everyday life.
Why herbs have been dismissed as weak, how and why his formulas worked so well, and a challenge to look our troubles in the face and trust God to set the path straight again.
Based on thousands of testimonials, his formulas have helped people with anxiety, hay fever and asthma, joint issues, allergies, and slow-healing fractures. No wonder he's been called "the Indiana Jones of nature's most potent herbal remedies."
— from The Power of Herbs
Phyllanthus emblica · Amla
Andrographis paniculata
A veterinarian who went looking for a new path in health care while battling both scientific and religious norms. Adventures in Indonesia, Africa, and India led him to found a new-generation herbal company in England and carry it to the United States — with trials and tribulations along the way.
Eventually he moved with his wife and family into a log home on a hill in Oregon, where he faced some of the most serious health problems known to man and discovered hidden, commonly dismissed answers to them. This book is that story, and the thirty herbs that came out of it.
A vista of new horizons opens up as you discover how these thirty herbs, and other simple ways of living, meet the most common problems we all face.
New writing, new herbs, the occasional note from the hill in Oregon. Nothing more.