Nettle from our garden boiled along with carrots to bring flavour, nutrition and yogini bliss. My first introduction to nettle came when I lived in a farm house in the English country side. One day, Feeling adventurous, I borrowed a bike and headed down a beautiful innocent-looking country lane. It was lush and green and full of promise and Enid Blyton fairy tale quality. At a point, the lane narrowed and the grasses on either side grew thick and waist height and to my surprise and dismay, felt myself picking up speed. Madly, desperately and involuntarily comically, squeezing the hand brakes of this half working bike, while careening downhill in a short skirt and bare legs, I hit a never-ending nettle patch. Hurtling downwards, ever picking up speed and bumping along on various stones that left me momentarily airborne, I hung on, at the same time reclaiming the seat for my bottom and finding the pedals again that were twirling around maniacally on their own. I squeezed the useless brakes for dear life over and over again as the nettle thrashed my hands and whipped my bare legs. Ow, ow, ow, ow, I bleated and yelled to the lonely track with every shardy, electric shock for what seemed like a good two to three solid minutes. All the while, trying to be half composed in case anyone was actually around, until finally it was over. My nettle initiation was complete. "You fucker!" I turned around and called back to it hoping I would never see it again. Until I met @ who again initiated me into the wisdom of nettle, making me love it and laugh about our first crazy meeting over and over again. Now abundant in our veggie patch, our very good Tibetan friends shared their love for nettle. They explained to me that the first Tibetan Buddhist yogi, Milarepa is famed to have survived 12 years in a cave eating very little other than nettle. When he was discovered, his skin had turned green from this incredibly sustaining plant. Now, familiar with him as another unseen teacher, i think of him and the unpredictability of that English country lane as I pick our bounty for the family meal and wonder about the many gifts nettle bestows.