No flu for you tonic

Okay, okay, it is safe to say I felt more scared in the hyperbaric like chamber of the airplane these past few days than running around in the Emergency Department. People hacking up probable viral droplets which were recirculated and recirculated.  I ordered my sparkling wine, and tried to forget about it between washing my hands for what seemed like ten million times over.

As I reminded myself, I also hope to remind others. Don’t wipe your nose with your hands. Sneeze in your elbow or armpit. Douche your nose with sterile saline. Most importantly, there is a tonic I have been drinking and thinking of.  Sometimes it will give a laxative effect…but I highly doubt anyone would mind that after eating for two or three all holiday season. You see, living in northern California makes all of this quite easy. Lemons grown right off a friends tree. Maple syrup from the refrigerator. Cayenne pepper from the cupboard. Ginger root, and turmeric root from the local grocery store. Add some apple cider vinegar for an increase in digestive motility. There you have it. Haven’t been sick yet. Knocking on wood, every time I say it. But the tonic seems to work…so far.  This also helps for awful allergies by replacing maple syrup with local honey if you aren’t vegan. If you are vegan, then stick with the maple syrup. This will still clear you up!!

Powell’s Winter Tonic

1 quart measuring glass

1-2 tablespoons grated turmeric

1-2 tablespoons grated ginger

2 Meyer lemons or regular lemons juiced, keep three wedges in water

1 teaspoon cayenne

1 tablespoon maple syrup

1/2 tablespoon apple cider vinegar (optional)

Enough boiled water to fill quart measuring glass

Let sit for about 5 minutes, then strain into mason jars. It is best to be able to shake or stir it up to get a good dose of cayenne up in there!

-K.K. Powell



The end of the day

At the end of the day.

There is nothing more to say.

Be grateful for what came with ease.

Wash away any thoughts which brought you to your knees.

Because at the end of the day…

It is only the self which you really need to please.

-K.K. Powell

Heart of stone

Walking along at around 10,000 feet on Mount Shasta I attempted to find the perfect heart shaped stone. You see, I have found many of them on my travels into various geographical locations. Usually while in nature, on a hike or while practicing yoga.

I was given a heart of red stone by a Native American whom I met on a hike in Sedona, Arizona. After a long talk about philosophy, we gave each other a hug. I did some yoga on a rock nearby while he played his flute. A lizard stood by, and watched me. Click on the hyperlink below to view.

Lizard video link Sedona, AZ
In my frequent drives into the Rocky Mountains of Colorado I would spend hours hiking into the forests. One day finding a rose quartz heart there while on a hike with Lulu.

While living by the Russian River in Cloverdale, California I would meditate by the river often after my yoga practice. One day an otter was upstream laying on his back on the other side of the river. He would look over periodically, and continue about his business while I carried on with my own. That same day I found a two heart shaped river stones… One large, one small.

While walking at the 10,000 feet at Mt. Shasta it felt right. The day before while at Lake Siskiyou, I looked down to find a lizard holding refuge under my shirt laying on a rock. When I picked my shirt back up, I did it carefully as I didn’t want to harm my visitor. I snapped a little picture, made sure the dog didn’t have him for a snack, and we were on our way.

The next day there was a chipmunk standing nearby stuffing his chubby cheeks watching as I wobbled back in forth in the intermittent gusts of winds in tree pose. I was feeling at one with nature, and had a good feeling I may find another heart stone.

When I looked down…
I did see a heart.
While it was surrounded by dirt, it looked perfect.
When I picked it up, it was just another abstract rock.

Then I remembered…

There is no perfect heart.
No perfect heart shaped stones.
The most perfect hearts are molded that way.
…and sometime the hearts covered in dirt, cracked, and imperfect are actually the best hearts.

As I walked along further I found many stones to form a heart.

Then I remembered, to form a good heart sometimes it takes not just one… But many to make it the best heart.

Thanks for the reminder Mt. Shasta.

-K.K. Powell