I heard Louis Armstrong say that on a CD once, and I love to bring up his deep comforting voice whenever I think of Love. I’ve been in a funk. A rut. I’ve been creatively and emotionally…..blocked. But about a week ago, something shifted. The details of which I will share soon. But it started, when a friend introduced me to Mastin Kip at the Daily Love and something he said kept playing over and over in my head:

What if instead of seeing the ego as this thing to hate, we just love it up?

No matter what I did, I kept hearing that phrase and Louis Armstrong singing to me. And I just couldn’t be sad anymore. I got outside, I looked squarely into the eyes of the forest and this is what she showed me:

So I gathered my family and we went and collected baskets and baskets of love.

And it was there in those dusky evening moments, in the height of the witching hours, watching my family work together, when I remembered the one thing I had been forgetting to ask myself:

What would love do?

Rilke reminds us to live the questions. The Roses reminded me to ask. So I made some tea, answered the question and got back to work. I’ll see you back full-time at HerbMother on Monday with a Grand Opening Celebration for the new website with giveaways, amazing guest posts, and lots and lots of love. Stay Tuned!

Love, Baby, Love Tea
Place a handful of fresh wild rose petals in a jar, add 1 cardamom seed, and a pinch of cinnamon.
Fill with boiling water, steep for 5 minutes.
Enjoy — do not strain the petals, chew em up, let the magic of the rose fill your heart with love