I’ve been sitting with plants for 35 years now. Watching them. Listening. Feeling how they change me.
And for the last 15 years, I’ve been inviting others to join me through something I call Domei.
It’s quiet, this way of meeting plants. Nothing fancy. Just old knowledge that sits comfortably alongside how we live today.
What started as simple foraging walks pointing out edible plants?
It showed me something else entirely. Something bigger.
We’ve lost touch with plants. And when we lose touch with them, we lose touch with ourselves. With the land. With what actually matters.
Here’s what Domei asks for. Almost nothing.
No special gear to buy. No certificates to frame. No carefully arranged altar scenes for Instagram.
It just asks you to notice.
That’s it.
I’ve stripped it back to the essentials. Because this isn’t mystical knowledge.
No special messages from the cosmos.
No secret plant whisperings that only the enlightened can hear.
You don’t need a guru. You don’t need ceremonial tools. You don’t need special words repeated in candlelight whilst burning sage.
In a world where spiritual practices compete for who can be the most elaborate…
…Domei feels like drinking cool water from a stream.
It happens right here. In the soil. In your actual skin. In that small space where your breath meets the plant’s presence.
Simple. Real. Yours.