Tea & Poetry: North Fork 53 Tea Farmer Ginger Shares a Poem We All Need … Just Breathe

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By Ginger Edwards, North Fork 53 Tea & Wellness Center

Happy Friday
The weekend is almost here and I hope you’re planning a little relaxation time for yourself.
After we do 2 farmers markets I take my Sundays very seriously. I talk very little and take lots of hammock time with my dog and a good book. And I drink lots of tea..of course! 
Cuz it’s Friday and the news cycle this week has been brutally depressing I found myself feeling pretty worn out emotionally.
Then my friend Josh posted this poem on his Facebook feed and for once I am grateful for Facebook, because I needed to read these words!

So here ya go- a poem by John Roedel along with the card for Red Clover from the Illustrated Herbiary by Maia Toll 

my brain and
heart divorced

a decade ago

over who was
to blame about
how big of a mess
I have become

eventually,
they couldn’t be
in the same room
with each other

now my head and heart
share custody of me

I stay with my brain
during the week

and my heart
gets me on weekends

they never speak to one another

– instead, they give me
the same note to pass
to each other every week

and their notes they
send to one another always
says the same thing:

“This is all your fault”

on Sundays
my heart complains
about how my
head has let me down
in the past

and on Wednesday
my head lists all
of the times my
heart has screwed
things up for me
in the future

they blame each
other for the
state of my life

there’s been a lot
of yelling – and crying

so,

lately, I’ve been
spending a lot of
time with my gut

who serves as my
unofficial therapist

most nights, I sneak out of the
window in my ribcage

and slide down my spine
and collapse on my
gut’s plush leather chair
that’s always open for me

~ and I just sit sit sit sit
until the sun comes up

last evening,
my gut asked me
if I was having a hard
time being caught
between my heart
and my head

I nodded

I said I didn’t know
if I could live with
either of them anymore

“my heart is always sad about
something that happened yesterday
while my head is always worried
about something that may happen tomorrow,”
I lamented

my gut squeezed my hand

“I just can’t live with
my mistakes of the past
or my anxiety about the future,”
I sighed

my gut smiled and said:

“in that case,
you should
go stay with your
lungs for a while,”

I was confused
– the look on my face gave it away

“if you are exhausted about
your heart’s obsession with
the fixed past and your mind’s focus
on the uncertain future

your lungs are the perfect place for you

there is no yesterday in your lungs
there is no tomorrow there either

there is only now
there is only inhale
there is only exhale
there is only this moment

there is only breath

and in that breath
you can rest while your
heart and head work
their relationship out.”

this morning,
while my brain
was busy reading
tea leaves

and while my
heart was staring
at old photographs

I packed a little
bag and walked
to the door of
my lungs

before I could even knock
she opened the door
with a smile and as
a gust of air embraced me
she said

“what took you so long?”

~ john roedel (johnroedel.com)

Did you relate to this poem as much as I did? (EDITOR — Oh yes! Thanks so much Ginger and Josh … such good reminders)

Here’s hoping you get to hang out with your sweet lungs this weekend.
Drink a cup of tea. Breathe. Bee Well.
See you out there in the wild world,
xox
Ginger

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