Little By Little
On not despising small efforts
The rain was insistent last night, driving onto our roof. It’s true I felt cozy in our little cedar cabin, staring up at the wooden slats while bundled underneath my blue wooly blanket.
But at the same time, winter has been a bit of a slog, with intermittent coughs and colds fed by soggy days. Everyone and everything needs drying out.
This morning, I awoke before dawn, and padded to the kitchen to put on the kettle. Two mugs, side by side, and two small simmer pots, side by side on the stovetop. For my husband’s needs, I crafted a tea made of echinacea root, white willow bark, licorice root, chrysanthemum, honeysuckle, and ginger. For my own, dong guai, gotu kola, gingko biloba, hawthorn berry, nettle and oatstraw.
“I blended it myself,” I said, handing him the large mug.
“Of course you did,” he said, with that sly smile I love.
I cradled my mug, taking in the steamy earthy goodness and looked out the window. Above the evergreens, pinks of morning sunligh…