Salves, Corn and Space

Recently I foraged some of this goldenrod, not enough to tell any was gone because I love my bees, but enough to do a little project with.

I thought I would try my own hand at making salve. It is on the list of things I've wanted to do but haven't for the list of reasons that pile up.

I don't know enough, I don't have the ingredients, it will cost too much, it might not work, I might mess it up.

Since living in the time of Corona I've decided that every single thing I want to do but avoid is going to happen. Salve seems like an easy one to start with, there are also books on raising chicken, homesteading, canning, preserving, herbs and more. I'm obsessed really.

I'm committing to trying things. Once I try the fear is gone, I start to get it. I begin to understand it. 

But before I can dive into anything new (and this is a lot of new) I always make space first.

Space in the kitchen, in my closet, in my heart, in my mind.

I make sure nothing is hanging over me, like getting my van registered and inspected (the appointment is Friday).

I begin to create new systems.

I deep clean. I get rid of. I source beauty.

If rhythm has fallen away, I return.

I make my bed, I get dressed, I linger in a gorgeous morning routine.

Space. 

OK, I'm off to cut kernels off of 48 ears of corn for the freezer and make peach preserves. Things I've never done but have been on the list. (It doesn't have to be big things, see? Little tiny things that add up.)