|Have you seen these social media posts? I have. And, while I’m in no way ready to self-isolate for months with my stockpile of paper goods and burlap bags of split peas (oh my word!), I do think we can all take some moderate precautions. As an herbalist, my contribution to the commentary is a DIY hand sanitizer, since many stores are running empty. |
Here we go:
▪ 2/3 cup 99 percent rubbing alcohol (isopropyl alcohol) or ethanol
▪ 1/3 cup aloe vera gel
▪ 8 to 10 drops of the following essential oils: thyme, cinnamon LEAF, lavender, or tea tree (more is not better, more may be liver compromising)
A friend was talking about using Tito’s vodka! Whatever you have handy is fine, just make sure that the final result has at least 60% alcohol in order to be an effective disinfectant. Isopropyl alcohol (99%) works best because you’ll have a good ratio of aloe vera gel to soothe your skin. Easy directions: mix all ingredients together, place in a bottle, tuck into a bag or backpack, and use before eating and after social gatherings.
Be kind. Find ways to be generous. Community immunity is the way we all stay happy and healthy.
I breathe the air, I swim the sea
I love the sky, my Father
I love the Earth, sweet Gaia
The fire within, the sun and moon.
Hello, my Dear, I am still here
I see your way as Elder
I know you now in name alone
Your true nature, you may reveal.
Oh, still and still, I calm my heart.
A loving way I cultivate
I breathe you out, I breathe you in
My breath, my song, my gift today
With gratitude, I honor you
How may I help you grow this day?
And how might you support me too?
Reweaving now the Web of Life
O waly, waly, up the bank
And waly, waly, doon the brae
And waly, waly, yon burnside
I send Earth prayers both far and wide
“Waly,” expression of grief or sorry
“doon the brae,” down the hillside
“yon burn side,” the riverside
Between the raindrops, I went again to the garden today. Harvesting arugula, ground cherries, tomatoes, strawberries (!), and a bit of fresh peppermint for tea, while offering thanks to the garden. I am amazed by my good fortune. The last few harvest days of the season humble me. I have been befriended by this garden and nourished at every turn.
I planted some lettuce, radishes, and scallions and I harvested parsley and red pepper. I was going to pull up the dill which has gone to seed, but spotted some lovely little butterfly caterpillars on there. So that will wait. I chopped up the comfrey and I think next year I will have the world’s best compost! (There’s some deer scat in there, too.) Just as I was heading in, my garter snake friend slithered by. At oneness today.
I meant to make a peach basil smoothie, but I harvested too much basil. So, I made vegan pesto with nutritional yeast and sunflower seeds. I’ll use that in a pasta salad for the day. (The peaches need one more day to ripen in their brown bag.)
This smoothie is banana, blueberry, spinach, with almond butter, pomegranate juice, oat milk, and a shake of cinnamon. Oh wow!!
The strawberries, eaten while I greeted the day, and the sungold tomatoes are so juicy after last night’s rain.
Basil and strawberries in my smoothie. Chard for dinner — I want to try a new recipe. Tomatoes as a gift for my parents who I’ll see later today.
Actually it’s all a gift from the earth, sun, rain, and air. (Plus, microbes and fungi, but that’s a different post…) Enjoy your gifts today.
I had an "ah hah" moment — I need to harvest BEFORE I weed, otherwise I’ll never get to harvesting! LOL
So today, I harvested a bunch of dill and started some lacto-fermentation cucumber pickles. Also, I harvested sage, lavender, peppermint, thyme, and added dried rosemary for a batch of Four Thieves vinegar insect repellent.
This is a good day.
I went out to sit with rose this morning. I have a (gifted to me) 17th century old Bourbon rose, with the most wonderful fragrance. I had never wanted to harvest the blooms!! And cut short the beauty. So this morning I just sat with rose. After a while, I asked about this problem. A breeze came up and all these pretty pink petals came twirling down. Ah hah! I harvested these petals and spent blooms. And my heart opened wide and I cried happy tears. Thank you, Rose!