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:
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