I eased onto my mat, fingers tightly clasped around a warm mug containing a herbal brew of eyebright and lemongrass and a pinch of ginger. It soothes the muscles around the eyes and lessens the tension created by so many hours spent staring at a screen. I remind myself to write this up as a new recipe for the Chews and Brews webpage.
These eyes of ours, we put some real strain on them. I know the body adapts to a certain extent but goodness gracious, what will happen to the eyes of these young children who, from babies are being screen fed?
John had given me a variety of leaves for tea even though I told him I had most of them in my garden. He insisted on my taking them.
Resting the cup on the floor, I spread out my short legs in front of me and from a bottle, gently poured a coconut oil mixture onto my quads, this was my special blend. Me and my mixes of potions create some gems. A friend once asked if I thought I was a mad chemist, I said no, just a mad witch. He did not find it funny. I did.
As I massaged my sore muscles, (I just started back to working out with my old gym trainer and they were protesting loudly) I thought about my visit to John’s Happy Farm.
“I found happy,” John had said to me.
He had found happy.
Was happy an emotion lost to so many of us, for so long, that when we find it again, we are totally flabbergasted that it was something we had being denying ourselves for so long?
“You found happy, John? But where it went?” I could not resist teasing my friend. I knew what he was talking about, but I wanted to hear his story, about his journey to something that he thought was forever lost to him.
“It was on the other side of the Well of Despair; my wife sent me there when she up and left me, just so. Without even a warning. I took it hard. I asked de woman why she going, where she going and with who. You know my wife, my dear loving wife of over 33 years told me that she leaving me because it was her way of adapting to climate change.”
I drew closer to John, this was going to be a doozy.
“Climate change adaptation, wha’ she meant by dat?”
I. Trudie Palmer
One Love