Before my son Henry flew back to Minnesota last week, I took him out shopping for vitamins. Last winter, temperatures on his campus routinely dipped below zero; by the time he came home for Christmas break he’d had a nasty cold for two weeks.
Like every other parent of a child who’s living in a dormitory this flu season, I’m worried, and determined to do all the immune-system building that my sons will allow. By the time I’d bought everything on my list of must-have supplements, vitamins, and homeopathic remedies, we’d spent over a hundred dollars on prevention and put together quite a good portable pharmacy for him to lug back to school. Driving home from the health food store, I swallowed hard a couple of times and suddenly realized: I was the one feeling sick.
As soon as Henry left for the airport, I went back to the store and stocked up on vitamins and remedies for myself. It’s been over five years since I’ve suffered so much as a sniffle, so I didn’t expect much to come of this, but the film crew was due on Sunday, and I knew I needed to be in good form. I made it through the taping, the afternoon of socializing, the clean-up. And on Monday I crashed, hard.
Now it’s Friday afternoon, and I still don’t have a voice. The bug that’s got me seems to have stripped my vocal chords on its way to settling deep into my chest. Fortunately, I didn’t have much scheduled for this week, and I cancelled the rest. After two months of running around, visiting bookstores, talking on the phone, and checking things off my to-do list, I stopped. I stopped moving and I stopped talking. I stopped calling people and stopped answering the phone. Instead, I pulled on a pair of sweatpants, wool socks, and my fuzzy old gray fleece. I brewed up a gallon of yogi tea on top of the stove. Then I settled into the couch, picked up a friend’s manuscript I’d promised to read, and gave in to the quiet.
It occurs to me that the last two months have been like one long exhalation–of energy, intention, and fun. This week, my body quite effectively said, “enough is enough.” It’s let me know that the time has come to be still, and to take a good, deep breath in. We turned the clocks back last Sunday, and darkness comes now at five. The leaves have fallen, the garden is cut back, done for this year. The turning of the season, from fall to winter, brings its own kind of quiet. The full moon lingered this week in a clear, cold sky. The nights feel long; the days, abbreviated. Each morning, I step outside and fill the bird feeder with sunflower seeds, while the chickadees and woodpeckers and titmice flit back and forth from stonewall to tree, eagerly awaiting their turns at the breakfast buffet. The birds can’t afford to slack off. As for me, though, I am grateful for the stack of good books on the table, the empty space on the calendar, this time to regroup. There is a time for silence.
Yogi Tea
I learned how to make this delicious tea from my Kundalini yoga teacher, who prepares it according to Yogi Bhajan’s instructions. Here is the original recipe. I brew mine strong, and let it steep for a long time for maximum intensity, then strain it into jars to store in the fridge, and heat up just one cup at a time, adding almond milk and raw honey to each individual cup as I go.
- 1 Gallon Water
- 30 cloves
- 30 whole green cardamon pods
- 30 whole black peppercorns
- 1 lg finger of fresh ginger, thinly sliced
- 5 sticks cinnamon
- 1 teabag, Black Tea
- *Milk and Honey to taste (*optional)
- Bring water to boil.
- Add all spices except black tea bag. Boil 30 -45 min. Longer is stronger.
- Finally, add black tea bag and boil another 5 min. **The black tea is added last because it amalgamates the spices and sort of seals them. Also the tannins help assimilate the spices into the body.
- If adding milk & honey, do so after adding the tea bag and letting it steep– OR BETTER add milk and honey to individual cup or a small batch. That way you can store the raw tea in the fridge and prepare with milk and honey as you go.
- After adding milk and or honey, bring to a boil again, then shut immediately or keep on lowest flame to keep warm.
**Milk helps to ease the shock of the spiciness on the stomach and intestines so drink with milk if you’re sensitive. Note: for a stronger tea you can let the spices sit and sink to the bottom. If the tea gets really strong you can cut it with more milk or reconstitute with a little water.
As the story has been told, when Yogi Bhajan was a military commander in India there was an epidemic among the troops. He ordered all of his men to fill their canteens with yogi tea and drink nothing else, not even water. His battalion was the only unit that didn’t get sick. It is said that yogi tea purifies the blood, lungs and circulatory system and has many more unseen benefits. I do know that it lifts the spirits. I’ve gotten into the habit of drinking this tea every day.
Judy says
I am SO sorry you are sick.
I had the bug a few weeks ago (fever, aches) and was ‘blessed’ that my youngest, my snuggly eight year old, had it at the same time. It was a miserable yet glorious four days of sharing a TV, pillows, blankets and love on our big ole king sized nest of a bed. We both came out of it eventually. But not until we’d had a pretty great time checking out of the world and into each other for a bit. Don’t tell anyone we actually enjoyed being sick together. We vowed to make it our little secret.
Judy
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Lauren says
Made the tea this afternoon and it is wonderful! I have a pitcher of it sitting in the fridge, I plan to make it a daily ritual. Thanks for sharing the recipe!
Debbie says
At the yoga studio where I take classes, they brew this tea daily and serve a cup to every single person at the end of every single class…it’s wonderful.