I walk out of my house on a short walk with Lila.
A young woman smiles at me and shows me her basket full of small bottles of the most delicious colors.
“Would you like to buy some kombucha?”, she asks me.
Of course I would!
She tells me a little bit about their origin and I pick one. Grapefruit and Tulsi. I ask her to choose the other one.
Then I realize that I don’t have a bag because I was just going on a walk and it may be hard to carry them.
She does not have a bag either.
A few feet away from us a man had been trimming a tree, with the help of his son.
Hearing us, he asks his son to go inside their home and get me a bag.
A few minutes later I am walking away with two gem-like little bottles full of elixir.
Sometimes it’s hard for me to explain with words why I love being here.
This right there is part of it.
SCARED OF THE SACRED