Enough to Energize My Day

On herbal tea and communion with God.

I woke up this morning before sunrise, as usual. And as usual, I wished I had overslept by a couple of hours. Sometimes the fatigue begins before my feet even touch the floor. Everyone’s got a name for it (adrenal fatigue, normal aging, hormone imbalance, kidney yin deficiency…), but no one has the magic cure for it. What I’m told and know is (in conjunction with proper labs and whatnot) is “Keep on doing all the right things” and “Take your supplements” and “Reduce stress” and my very favorite one of all, “It’s going to take time.” Time, I feel, that would be better spent sleeping.

But up I get because time (and children) aren’t going to wait for me. I put my slippers on and pad to the kitchen. The dishes are clean, but not put away, and I gently peel away its Jenga to find the french press, hoping not to wake the puppy in her crate. As the water in the kettle begins to release a slow steam, I softly rummage around my herb cabinet for the morning cuppa. Or should I say morning bowla, …