Sunday, December 1, 2013

Honey, Lemon, Ginger, and More...

Garlic for example, and chamomile too. For the last few weeks I've been waging war against the cold that has encompassed everyone I know. Some friends have advised zinc and others swear by vitamin C. I just want my head to stop feeling as if a rave is going on -- complete with bass line and mosh pit.

How can it be that there is Ziacam and Counter Attack, Tylenol and Aleve and still no end in sight. Maybe I need a 'get better soon' poem. If you know of one -- do post it below. Perhaps I need to write one. "A Spell on Good Health" would be its title.


  1. I think it would be a lovely poem to write, yes! For now, there is this:To Hear the Falling World, by Jane Hirshfield
    Only if I move my arm a certian way,
    it comes back.
    Or the way the light bends in the trees
    this time of year,
    so a scrap of sorrow, like a bird, lights on the heart.
    I carry this in my body, seed
    in an unswept corner, husk-encowled ad seeming safe.
    But they guard me, these small pains,
    from growing sure
    of myself and perhaps forgetting.

    I think I'm going to try to write one from the perpective of having been there - seriously ill for a few months - and then 'learning' this feeling from that perspective later; only remembering it and holding that space when I have a cold, or say, a black eye.

    1. Hi Deb,
      Wonderful poem --- I love the idea of writing while I'm sick as the cold makes me feel a little drunk all the time -- I realize I'm more likely to say exactly what I'm thinking -- a sort of fever dream... Hope you feel better soon!