“Everything on the earth has a purpose, every disease an herb to cure it, and every person a mission. This is the Indian theory of existence.” – Mourning Dove (Christine Quintasket) Salish, 1888-1936
I watch my cat ecstatic as he rubs his nose
deep into catnipped carpet, wonder
about this herb he trips on.
Today armed with theories of existence,
I search out native herbs to soothe anxiety,
calm nerves, stop worry. I find Cloud Walking Tea.
Images float in my mind of light, soaring spirit,
a way out of dark thoughts. But my cupboard
is bare of Skullcap, St. John’s Wort, Valerian Root.
I eye my cat’s catnip, shake my head,
reach instead for chamomile or perhaps
simple lemon balm tea.
CAS Jan. 7, 2015