CHINESE ANGELICA Angelica sinensis, my herb-sister, the sister of ginseng: your root floats in my tumbler of water – its fragrance an arch between savoury and sweet. As soon as I have opened – you begin your balancing act on my first three bodies: physical; emotional; mental. You become – refiner of the contours; my chromium strengthener: become – nurse of the creased moods; my gardener of thoughts. Afterwards, resting on my bed – I feel like I do in my Indian cotton: am shaped like a vase; like a frond within that vase. We are daily inseparable, you and I; your vibrations are subtler than mine: you continuously heal…. We are just two of many. Copyright © JENNY JOHNSON