Picking the pines
Today was a magic day. In the simplest of ways. There was that mixture of peace and the energy of life surrounding us. And I went to pick some pine needles from the great old pines at the back of our garden. And I harvested some ground elder. They are considered a weed, but they give me food and vitamins and a piece of rest for my soul as I pick them.
And I will keep it for the winter. I will mix the pine with nettle and blueberries and make a tea out of it.
As the years go by I find winter harder and harder to live through. It´s not the cold so much as it is the darkness.
And today I was thinking of winter. Of how strange it is how time changes.
And I was thinking that these days will turn into memories.
And perhaps this winter when I drink a cup of pine tea I will remeber this day, the light and magic of summer green, and the darkness will be a little easier to carry.