Pine tea relaxes me.
I was standing outside the workhouse this morning, drinking a cup of soft and hot white pine tea and listening to the birds (especially the blue jays screech) when I had a thought, which - for some unknown reason - brought me a feeling of comfort. I thought: perhaps God does intervine in the affairs of this world, working his miracles, an apple tree for instance. Perhaps he intervines only rarely so that most of the time the world proceeds under the governance of its own free will. Perhaps the world is happy just to exist and the miracles only remind it of its happiness when it might lose sight of it. Perhaps a sunny day at the very beginings of spring is a miracle. I chewed on a sapling pine today because a friend told me it would taste good. It's like that time in preschool. I was out in the front yard of the massive sandstone church where I spent my days away from my parents (but with my sister) negotiating a deal that would admit me into a elite social group of youngsters, a ...