In Our Rooms
I've been taking an arsenal of herbs, vitamins, and immune boosting mushrooms to ward off the virus.
I don't like hospitals. I am 54 years old and I have not had to stay in one. I have no intention of changing that now.
So I keep taking the herbal cocktails. Yesterday, I ordered elderberry syrup and ashwagandha to add to my basket of tinctures, sprays and pills that I keep next to my bed.
I was surprised to find them in stock as I've been looking for toilet paper and pasta online, and they disappear as soon as they hit my shopping cart at check-out.
I called my sister to tell her I was surprised to find the berries and herbs still available. "Well", she said. "The media is telling people not to believe in herbal remedies. They could be hoaxes. "
"Well, they've worked for us. I don't get it." I said.
"That's why they burned the witches". She responded.
After running in and out of Trader Joe's yesterday at a fast sprint zigging zagging back and forth like a football receiver avoiding being tackled by people possibly carrying the virus, I went home and fixed myself an elixir.
Hot coconut milk with you got it! Immune boosting mushrooms, turmeric, spices and black pepper.
I sipped the golden tonic banishing the people in space suits from my consciousness. I know they aren't bad people. They are actually good people trying to take care of the sick, but deep down I know where I come from.
In the woods, where the witches dance, the fires cackle, the wolves howl, and the moon glows, I will find my way through this.