When Five Ancient Roots Found Me: A Sunday Morning Story of Quiet Healing I remember the exact moment these five Chinese herbs entered my life. It was during one of those transitional seasons—late autumn, when the light turns golden and thin, and the air carries that crisp, intentional chill. I’d been feeling unusually weary, not just physically but in that deeper, soul-tired way where even my morning rituals felt heavy. My usual matcha wasn’t sparking joy; my journal pages remained blank. I was, as I confessed to a dear friend over a very mindful cup of chamomile tea, feeling spiritually fragmented. She listened, her presence a curated quiet, and then…