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The warmth of this blend is a companion for a candle’s glow, a pen and paper, and gentle movement. Hold your cup with both hands before the first sip as you return to your own vast inner waters. Close your eyes as your breath washes like waves along your shore.
Milky oatstraw nourishes your being as the moonlight bathes the evening earth.
Chamomile is a golden tender heart cradle.
Lemon balm sings as the final songbird does at dusk.
I soften into the wisdom of the night.
I release what is no longer mine to carry.
May I rest in the deep remembering of the sea.
I return to the temple of my being, held and deeply nourished.
The warmth of this blend is a companion for a candle’s glow, a pen and paper, and gentle movement. Hold your cup with both hands before the first sip as you return to your own vast inner waters. Close your eyes as your breath washes like waves along your shore.
Milky oatstraw nourishes your being as the moonlight bathes the evening earth.
Chamomile is a golden tender heart cradle.
Lemon balm sings as the final songbird does at dusk.
I soften into the wisdom of the night.
I release what is no longer mine to carry.
May I rest in the deep remembering of the sea.
I return to the temple of my being, held and deeply nourished.