I used to hate muddling herbs. Well, really, I resented my teacher’s instructional strategies. She would always tell me that the “Eskran art of healing is all in the muddling technique. Light and gentle twists.”
While all my classmates moved on to more advanced practice, I was stuck perfecting the art of muddling!
You’ve crushed the leaf too much and made it too potent.
Your nasty attitude has been distilled into the sample. The spell will never go right with that spiritual contamination.
The lacquer on your muddler has contaminated your specimen.
The essence of your base is not right.
The essence of my base was not right! It’s just a bowl! I used to argue with her. One time, my teacher made me do a three day silent meditation retreat to get my spirit in order so I wouldn’t keep contaminating my supplies with resentment.
She’s been gone many months now and I’ve assumed her place. I’m so overwhelmed with everyone’s need for services. Infections, fertility problems, malnourishment, disease.
When it gets to be too much, I spend the day muddling herbs and the ritual of it gets me back into order.
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