Two parts Holy Basil (Tulsi) + 1 part lavender; saw this particular blend in the latest Stash catalog and realized I had the means to make it (for pennies, Cheapster Steepsters)using the bulk raw ingredients I get for less than $1.25 an ounce at my favorite health food hangout.
It smells luscious and very, very floral—-good enough to bathe in. And what a nice flavor pairing…the lavender sweetens up the spicy bite of the tulsi without tasting like you’re drinking a Mother’s Day bouquet.
As for the relaxation factor…my day included a marathon software training session that required full-on concentration and refereeing by phone a walker fight between two octogenarians. Don’t know which helped more, the anti-stress adaptogens in the tulsi, or stealing fifteen quiet minutes with no demands on my time. But I’m thinking I may have found a pretty effective evening medicinal.
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OMG. I can so relate. If you heard just my side of my conversations with my mother, you would …laugh or cry… I dunno. But my coworkers laugh and I always have to tell them what the “other side” was about because my answers are always so absurd sounding! (My mom has MS and lives in a wheelchair community for people with spinal cord problems. Between disagreements w caregivers, other residents, and the kitchen – coupled with the fact that she can’t hear what I say so I have to shout – and since she doesn’t get out much she doesn’t have much to talk about – I’m just glad my coworkers know I’m not enjoying myself on a personal call but rather trying to deal with impossible situations! Yesterday it was a 10 minute conversation about which of our dogs (throughout both of our lifespans) kissed the most. I better get some of that Tulsi.
I’m also grateful for kind coworkers who have to listen to my (yelling to be heard) side of increasingly frequent family calls. If you weren’t several states away, I’d invite you over for a cuppa and to swap war stories.
…and then I’d read you a book :) xoxoxo
OMG. I can so relate. If you heard just my side of my conversations with my mother, you would …laugh or cry… I dunno. But my coworkers laugh and I always have to tell them what the “other side” was about because my answers are always so absurd sounding! (My mom has MS and lives in a wheelchair community for people with spinal cord problems. Between disagreements w caregivers, other residents, and the kitchen – coupled with the fact that she can’t hear what I say so I have to shout – and since she doesn’t get out much she doesn’t have much to talk about – I’m just glad my coworkers know I’m not enjoying myself on a personal call but rather trying to deal with impossible situations! Yesterday it was a 10 minute conversation about which of our dogs (throughout both of our lifespans) kissed the most. I better get some of that Tulsi.
I’m also grateful for kind coworkers who have to listen to my (yelling to be heard) side of increasingly frequent family calls. If you weren’t several states away, I’d invite you over for a cuppa and to swap war stories.
…and then I’d read you a book :) xoxoxo