Comfrey Root Questions and Answers
Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 5:29 am
Hi and pardon my long-windedness, but I thought I'd share some of the quirky turns of fate that can happen when Lucky Mojo's Safe Travel and Mercury products are a part of your globe-trotting arsenal along with a trusty old comfrey root. This actually did happen to me this past December 28th and it's nothing short of unbelievable:
''Your flight has been postponed until tomorrow. I'm sorry.''
That's what it's like being a first responder when you accompany a patient on a medevac: you know when you leave but between changing medical needs, temperature fluctuations and airplane mechanicals, you never quite know when you'll make it back to Raglan. So my patient was on his plane in direction of Montreal and meanwhile here I was, stranded for another 24h in Kuujjuaq in the Arctic of Québec.
After calling the hotel reservation line and re-booking room 109 for a second night, I trudged back in direction of the COOP hotel once more. A short detour brought me to the Northern store to forage dinner of some sort. After touring the aisles twice it was utter disgust that met the king's ransom charged for dried pasta, juice and frozen vegetables (I still can't believe that cost over 20$!!!); that and a new respect for those that stay here year-round...
But I digress. Upon returning to my room and unpacking, a hot cup of coffee warmed me and lifted the flagging spirits as I headed to the kitchen wielding pasta in one hand and a knitting bag with a growing scarf in the other. This is where I began to discover that the results of roots can hide in the strangest and most unexpected situations.
The kitchen was already occupied by Harvey, whom I met, as he inquired as to how it was that I was a guest here alone during the Holiday season. Upon explaining the conjunction of circumstances leading to my presence, he laughed heartily and told me to put away the pasta. ''We're having a family dinner here tonight! There will be more than enough food for everyone: you'll eat with us.'' So as I helped him load the tables with food and plastic cutlery, one after the other, three generations of family arrived culminating two hours later in two dozen of us standing as the eldest of the elders said grace.
Now generally, I'm a bit of a Grinch when it comes to Christmas. I don't decorate, don't play carols and run from office parties insofar as I can. That said, it seems that on this December 28th, I was seeing the holiday season through the eyes of the young children in the room again. I ate and played games with a gusto I had thought long gone. I marvelled at the sights, sounds and tastes so new to me.
Alongside the more European fare of turkey, stuffing, pie and potato salad there was beluga skin all the way from Rankin Inlet, frozen char, roast caribou and ptarmigan stew. And so it was that after learning to use an ulu (traditional Inuit hand-knife) to prepare myself muktuk (beluga skin) seasoned with soy sauce and going back again and again for char, I showed thanks as I could by taking care of the dishes and cleaning tables. A wide grin covered my face as the multitude of kids ran around us playing tag while parents held a roll of wrapping paper across as a limbo stick for them to the sound of seasonal music.
The next morning, getting ready to go back to the airport while drinking tea and munching on leftover caribou and cherry pie, I mused once more at how life can offer re-enchantment in the oddest places. Magic was no further than here for a stranger in Kuujjuak sharing a family Holiday Celebration in an empty hotel.
So thanks once more LM for a truly wonderful product line.
''Your flight has been postponed until tomorrow. I'm sorry.''
That's what it's like being a first responder when you accompany a patient on a medevac: you know when you leave but between changing medical needs, temperature fluctuations and airplane mechanicals, you never quite know when you'll make it back to Raglan. So my patient was on his plane in direction of Montreal and meanwhile here I was, stranded for another 24h in Kuujjuaq in the Arctic of Québec.
After calling the hotel reservation line and re-booking room 109 for a second night, I trudged back in direction of the COOP hotel once more. A short detour brought me to the Northern store to forage dinner of some sort. After touring the aisles twice it was utter disgust that met the king's ransom charged for dried pasta, juice and frozen vegetables (I still can't believe that cost over 20$!!!); that and a new respect for those that stay here year-round...
But I digress. Upon returning to my room and unpacking, a hot cup of coffee warmed me and lifted the flagging spirits as I headed to the kitchen wielding pasta in one hand and a knitting bag with a growing scarf in the other. This is where I began to discover that the results of roots can hide in the strangest and most unexpected situations.
The kitchen was already occupied by Harvey, whom I met, as he inquired as to how it was that I was a guest here alone during the Holiday season. Upon explaining the conjunction of circumstances leading to my presence, he laughed heartily and told me to put away the pasta. ''We're having a family dinner here tonight! There will be more than enough food for everyone: you'll eat with us.'' So as I helped him load the tables with food and plastic cutlery, one after the other, three generations of family arrived culminating two hours later in two dozen of us standing as the eldest of the elders said grace.
Now generally, I'm a bit of a Grinch when it comes to Christmas. I don't decorate, don't play carols and run from office parties insofar as I can. That said, it seems that on this December 28th, I was seeing the holiday season through the eyes of the young children in the room again. I ate and played games with a gusto I had thought long gone. I marvelled at the sights, sounds and tastes so new to me.
Alongside the more European fare of turkey, stuffing, pie and potato salad there was beluga skin all the way from Rankin Inlet, frozen char, roast caribou and ptarmigan stew. And so it was that after learning to use an ulu (traditional Inuit hand-knife) to prepare myself muktuk (beluga skin) seasoned with soy sauce and going back again and again for char, I showed thanks as I could by taking care of the dishes and cleaning tables. A wide grin covered my face as the multitude of kids ran around us playing tag while parents held a roll of wrapping paper across as a limbo stick for them to the sound of seasonal music.
The next morning, getting ready to go back to the airport while drinking tea and munching on leftover caribou and cherry pie, I mused once more at how life can offer re-enchantment in the oddest places. Magic was no further than here for a stranger in Kuujjuak sharing a family Holiday Celebration in an empty hotel.
So thanks once more LM for a truly wonderful product line.



