While drinking hot tea this morning, I read what I wrote yesterday evening and remembered why for many years I refused to drink and write, then publish. Oh, well, now I’m reminded of how those pesky tenses will play with time without a clear mind to keep order. My apologies.
But this brief post is about tea.
Each morning for the past week I’ve drank cistus incannus tea and, for a hour afterward, felt nauseous. But I’ve continued to sip for medicinal reasons because this crisp brew is one of my many tools against Lyme Disease. Popular in Greece but almost unknown in the U.S., it is supposed to make the body repellent to ticks which are abundent in southeast Virginia this fall, thanks to climate change. It is also credited for breaking break ups the nasty bacterial biofilms in the blood and helps with healing. Knowing all of this has made it easy for me to deal with the nausea, a Herxhiemer’s sign that something good is going on within me. A healing.