After the onslaught of wolves and worries hurled at me on the news channel. After dealing with a sick cat and a sick me. I cuddled around my re-membered blankie and settled in for a reassuring lullaby. “Silver Birch” restored me, as I hope it does you as well.
“Silver Birch a lullaby” …Round and round the dangers prowl -wolves and monsters, worries, witches- but the birches stand like churches as the dark around them surges, Circles, crouches, clutches, lunges- but breaks its power on birches’ branches, Held at bay until at last the sun emerges, warms the pines, the larches, lights your yawns, your stretches, there among the silver birches. from the lost spells by Robert Macfarlane and Jackie Morris https://www.thelostwords.org/lostspellsbook/