Here, in the woods
of Maine, the Elder is in bloom. Elder teaches me the difference
between living in the future and planning. Elder is a gentle
antiviral. A tea brewed from the dried flowers has taken the edge off
many colds for me and my family. However, in order to have the tea,
we have to pick the flowers.
Picking the Elder
flower is not living in the Winter cold, it is paying attention to
what is. In this moment the Elder is in bloom. What do I do next? I
pick the flowers. Once the flowers are hung, I have done what I can
do.
The freshly cut
flowers hang from the Cabin rafters, swinging rhythmically to the
gentle breezes of early summer. That is what is happening in this
moment, right here, right now.
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