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I forgot to say that my favorite Yogi stand-bys are (of course) Calming, Healthy Fasting, Echinacea Immunity Support, and Green Tea Energy.  I have been intrigued by but yet to buy Woman’s Moon Cycle but after seeing “No Strings Attached” and the famous Period Mix CD scene which includes the hilarious line about “Tea for your ‘gina,” I might just treat myself.  I’m also thinking of giving some of the spicy blends a whirl and maybe the berry one that is supposed to be good for your liver.  Dr. Gillian McKeith, who hosts BBC America’s “You Are What You Eat” and wrote a book of the same title suggests teas for your liver and kidneys.  And she’s a badass.  There are also lots of green tea blends (I’ll bet I’d like Yogi’s Chai Green better than Stash’s blend, plus Yogi seems to use a little higher quality stuff in their bags, though it’s still not whole leaf… don’t even get me started on the wonder of whole leaf teas), and if you don’t already know about the awesome properties of green tea, google it.  I seriously think I have held off getting seriously sick over the past year through immuni-tea care.  Lord knows I don’t ever sleep.
What are your favorite teas?  Are you new to tea?  Are you only acquainted with Sweet Tea?  What’s your tea-ruth?


In my class on World Christianity last semester we discussed at one point how other cultures, other cultural histories, and how other culture’s wisdoms do and do not get integrated into theology/cultural theologies.  The question of whether Native American theology is just theology or is inherently Native American in a way that other people will not, cannot, or (as some unfortunately argue) should not accept or study is similar to the arguments for (really, against) feminist or liberation theology.  Anyway, I digress.  We got on the topic of authority, I think, and one of my friends said something about how she felt moved by our readings but at the same time felt caught – not just anything gives us spiritual direction.  And then, she said something like “I mean, I can like what my tea bags say but I don’t worship my tea bags nor do I believe their wisdom is derived from themselves.  I don’t follow my tea bags’ tags.”

I laughed internally because I figured she was talking about Yogi brand tea and because I’d been collecting tea bag tags for weeks, only throwing out the repeats.  Have you ever had Yogi tea?  It’s a really great organic brand with lots of wisdom poured into each type of tea.  There’s a yoga pose of some sort to help aid in whatever ends you are drinking the tea for in the first place – a stress-relieving breathing method for the various calming teas (in fact, I prefer “Calming” to “Bedtime” and “Stress Relief” – it’s got a better blend and balance of lavender and chamomile and is more commonly referred to by me as “Night-night Tea”).  They have an awesome ingredient glossary on their website.  And the purposes of their teas range from digestive aids and dieting support to women’s health and immunity to stress relief and relaxation and rejuvenation and more.

Anyway, each tea bag has a tag and that tag has some little snippet of… ahem, wisdom (not that the wisdom is the tea itself).  Perhaps we could even call it truth.  I secretly love finding out what my tea has to say to me each time I brew a cup.  And I’m not going to lie – I find something good and theologically sound in acknowledging that something I put in my body and something upon which my mind ruminates will have some affect on my spirit.  My body, my mind, and my spirit have a relationship with one another that started with my creation.  Our bodies were deemed very good, not just our souls and both testaments of the bible are chock full of acknowledgment of our bodies.  If you’ve ever been tricked into thinking bodies are bad, or if you’ve ever been tricked into thinking you’re just a spirit trapped in this body til death sets you free, you’re been tricked and not told the truth.  So, I think Yogi teas do something good.  I don’t worship them.  But I like how they make me think.

Here are some of my favorite Tea-ruths:

We are here to love each other, serve each other, and uplift each other.
Be proud of who you are.
You can run after satisfaction, but satisfaction must come from within.
If you see good, learn something.  If you see bad, learn what not to be.
The art of longing and the art of belonging must be experienced in life.
There is beauty in your presence.  Show who you are.
Always be pure, simple, and honest.
The art of happiness is to serve all.
Your greatness is measured by your gifts, not by what you have.
Without realizing who you are, happiness cannot come to you.
Life is a gift.  If you do not value our gift, nobody else will.
You only give when you love.
Have wisdom in your actions and faith in your merits.
Experience your own body, your own mind, and your own soul.

Truth is everlasting.

Dear Beatrice,
How are you?  I [sic] just gonna jumble everything together.  I miss Comfort so much.  I miss Kota and Jesse and Don and Susan and Andrew and Casey and Lois and David and Brittney and the football field and the church and the 4th of July parade.  I miss fireflies and jumping on the trampoline.  I miss life being perfect.  I miss the time of my life when boys and girls were friends.  I want a boyfriend.  I want someone to like me.  It’s not fair.  I miss Pawpee and Mimi.  David and Lance were in a car wreck today.  We only have 2 more days of school left.  Tomorrow I’m going to Celebration Station.  I just want to give Jesse and Kota a big hug.  I’m scared to grow up.  I feel like 6th grade has flown by all too quickly.  I made 1st chair for 7th grade honor band.  I also tried out for advanced choir.  Miss Altrogge said I made a perfect score.  I was confirmed on Sunday.  I want a boyfriend so badly!  Next year I’m going to knock ’em dead!  I also like ____ ______.  He seems really nice but once again I choose to like someone that I have no chance for.  He’s in 9th grade.  Today in P.E. I jammed my middle finger on my right hand.  It’s bruised but I think I’ll be OK.  I gotta go take a shower.  Maybe I’ll write again later tonight or tomorrow.

:`) [my attempt at a smiley face with tears?]

Well, guess what.  I still want a boyfriend.  And I can’t believe I used the phrase “I’m going to knock ’em dead!”  Like, I actually wrote out an apostrophe-em.

Most telling to me in this entry is the deep truth that growing up is chaotic.  I don’t think I’m alone in that.  And I don’t have any illusions that my experience of growing up represents either an extreme or a “normal” (I hate that word) version of it.  It was my own.  That’s all I can know about it.  And yet, as I have loved children all my life (including while being one) and have worked with children and youth through college, seminary, and the real world, I think that it has a universal element.  The chaos of growing up, that is.  And in the midst of that chaos, we humans will grab at anything that resonates with order, simplicity, and comfort.  It just so happens my version of order, simplicity, and comfort includes capital “C” Comfort, Texas.

I assume I felt really crummy that day.  I’m bad at consistent journaling (uh, hello blog) and always have been, so usually if there’s an entry it either means I’m in a crisis mode of some sort and am trying to sort through things by writing it out… or it’s about a boy.  Whatever brought me to the low point of that day, it’s interesting that in the very middle of it (seriously, sentence 16 of 30) I say “I’m scared to grow up.”  Oh, sweet little 6th grade Lizzie “Holden Caulfield” Wright.  You have no idea what growing up is in one way, and yet I know you are hurting so right then over the growing up you’d already done by then.  Part of me wants to say “Get back to me when you truly can’t keep straight what day it is” or “Get back to me when you’ve said ‘I love you’ to someone and they say back ‘OK'” or “Get back to me when you’ve had a friend betray you for a job promotion” or “Get back to me when you have to swallow everyone telling you how you’re too young to really understand and yet you’re the one with the masters degree between the two of you”.

But I also remember what it felt like to ache for Comfort, TX.  It was life before any of that stuff (or any of the stuff that feels like it can never be named, never have that truth sounded out for fear of what might come of it) happened.  For one thing, it was probably life before you knew what days of the week even were.  But then isn’t it all the more strange in a sense that Comfort ends up getting translated by my psyche into order, simplicity and comfort?  So much so that the “jumbling” I do in this journal entry moves from missing a former hometown to self-worth defined through boyfriend (not that I declare that in the entry, but I kind of have an ‘in’ on what was going on there…) and then to the grief of lost grandparents to the danger of potentially losing friends (the car crash).  The chaos of growing up gets lumped in with deep grief, anxiety, and low self-esteem.

Well, I guess to be fair, little just-finished-sixth-grade Lizzie could turn right back around and tell me to snap out of it, too.  She could say “Friend, you may have dealt with some deep grief and deeper grief, some anxiety and some depression, some low self-esteem and some terrible terrible life decisions made out of it, but you have also created some order (I said some), sought out simplicity, and given comfort.”  And she might remind me it’s ok to cry.  Some things change over time, sometimes we learn from ourselves, sometimes these “sometimes” take a long time.  And some things never change – like I need to go take a shower.

Sometimes I think bad things about people. Today is one of those days.

I think one person is self-centered.  I think another person is condescending and totally enjoys power trips.  I think another person doesn’t ever do their job.  I think 3 people did something really stupid and inappropriate today and am super miffed about it.  I think boys in general are stupid for not wanting to bombard me with affection all the time, much less today.  I think another person thinks everything is on their time.  I think I get tired of certain people whining.  I think that other person can’t see the forest for the trees and is making me feel bad about it.  And then this ONE person… don’t get me started.

Part of me wants to go up to each person and say exactly what I think each is doing and why it is crummy and makes other people feel crummy.  But mostly I just feel crummy for thinking bad things about people.  Because mostly I really like people.  And want them to like me, too, just for being a person.  And I want to be what Ellen Davis considers wise, which has little to do with knowledge or book-learning and probably doesn’t feel this crummy.

“I will be wise when my greed is gone… I will be wise when my compassion is pure.  When a piece of gossip dies of neglect in my mind and no word of searing criticism springs to my lips; when I earnestly desire the healing of my persecutor, not her humiliation; when I feel pure joy at the blessing another enjoys… I will be wise when my love is constant… I will be wise when I hunger and thirst for righteousness, when I truly see my talents, energies, and resources as God sees them: as means not to secure my own position but to strengthen the weak, comfort the downcast, empower those whose lives mine touches.  When what I desire in all and above all else is the company of God, the coming of Christ, the comfort of the Holy Spirit, then I will be wise,” (Ellen F. Davis, Getting Involved with God: Rediscovering the Old Testament, p. 151).

Sorry for thinking bad things about people.


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  • myjourneywithtruth: i had it in my office at my internship in Corpus Christi two summers ago. ellen davis is brilliant and glows with an aura of holy.
  • amy h: i love this quote. i think i may need it hanging on my wall where i'll see it daily. perhaps in front of the toilet? by the door? bedside table? i'll
  • chaz: That post made me really sad too. Mostly because I want to take young Lizzie by the shoulders and shake her (gently?) into sublime realization that sh