At the request of my dear darling life partner, I flip-flopped over half our kitchen cabinets today. With an eager 8-month old assistant. The jars and jars and jars of herbs were taking up impractical space. So many dusty jars! Am I ever going to use this one? How old is this? Sniff, sniff. Yes, still potent. Why do I have so much Cascara Sagrada? (That department is just fine, thank you). When did I make that extract and should I decant it? Is the moon waxing or waning and is it still in Virgo? Are the tinctures in alphabetical order by Latin or English name? Am I an insufferable geek? Am I an herb hoarder?
The busy day draws to a close. Children sigh in their sleep. Lying nestled between them is truly my favorite place to be. My body is peaceful, but my mind races. Is everything ready for tomorrow? Do I have enough water next to the bed? Did I take out my contacts yet? Where is J's backpack? Does he have clean underwear? Do I have clean underwear? Did I un-silence my alarm? I should check the weather to see if the park playdate is still happening. Must remember to bring diaper covers for J and gestational wheels for S and S. I should make dinner tomorrow night; what should I make? Have to organize the waterbirth bin soon. Do we need more eggs? Am I giving everyone in my life enough love and attention? How can I achieve more balance with everyone when a baby is literally sucking the life force out of me?
Breathe. Love. Rest. All is in order.