My art teacher told me about a health food store in town called Country Life. I thought it was a restaurant! But that’s just in the back. I went to take a look today and they have all different types of Traditional Medicine teas, as well as loose roots and flowers, spices, coconut, almond and tapioca flour. Whee! So much fun. I bought six different herbs and right now I’m steeping a pot of Red Yarrow Flower, Red Clover Blossom and Passion Flower. Healthy, healthy indeed! I’m going to list the different ones and link to how to infuse. It’s the only way I’ll keep them straight. (I had no idea you had to infuse roots for thirty minutes! Good to know.)
Marshmallow Root – good for breathing and gastric
Valerian Root – supports healthy sleep and relaxation, but you can suffer slight withdrawal symptoms if you take every night and stop suddenly. Legend has it that the Pied Pipe of Hamelin used Valerian to entice the rats!
Comfrey Root – Damn! Waste of money, you shouldn’t take internally, it has been linked to liver damage. Looks like oil, poultice and other topical treatments only.
Red Yarrow Flower-cardiovascular support and detoxifier
Red Clover Blossom – respiratory system, liver, cardiovascular, calming
Passionflower – insomnia, overactive mind, worry.
A Viennese Victorian prostitute in a titillating photo – for the time. Wow, I would have been SMOKIN’HOT in Victorian Vienna. From Curious History.
Hermann Hesse. I dated a man who loved him, especially Siddhartha, so when he behaved badly and hurt me I took it out on poor old Hermann, too. Now that I’m grown and happy, I’ve learned to appreciate his writing. This one took my breath away.
“I have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in the books; I’m beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me. My story isn’t pleasant, It’s not sweet and harmonious like invented stories; It tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.”
Lovely! I kept wondering, where was this pretty girl in WWII? What was this woman in the hat thinking while crossing the street? Funny how adding color brings in reality. Click here or below.
From the archives of the British Film Institute:
Incredible colour footage of 1920s London shot by an early British pioneer of film named Claude Frisse-Greene, who made a series of travelogues using the colour process his father William – a noted cinematographer – was experimenting with. It’s like a beautifully dusty old postcard you’d find in a junk store, but moving.
The resolution is good enough for full-screen enjoyment.
Book of Hours of Catherine of Cleves: St Ambrose. 1434-40
I love these little miniature books and can only imagine the life’s blood that went into them by the artists. Look at the mussels or clams rendered in this picture. Gorgeous!
Why mussels? “The peaceful coexistence of the crab and mussels surrounding St. Ambrose, for example, are a commentary on his preaching abilities, for it was said he could reconcile the most bitter of enemies. (In the natural world mussels clamp down in the presence of crabs, which crave their delicate flesh.)”
Check this link. You can see all of the Book of Hours in all its glory. The internet is a blessing for me today!
Finally! First thought, images not so great – you couldn’t see the Beasties! Then I noticed the enlargement buttons at the bottom. Never mind. The Book of Kells, Trinity College, Dublin, Ireland. Take a look.