The altar cloth is laid out, incense spirals through the air as I prepare to concoct a custom tea inspired by the magic of autumn. This time of year is full of visual turning points. The golden gates of summer have closed, leaving behind dusky skies filled with ashy smoke from the wood burning stoves. Crisp leaves fall at our feet bearing the skeletal limbs of the aspen trees. As I pull leaves roots, flowers and seeds from the apothecary cupboard I pause and listen to what plants speak to me. Their vibrations become the audible chants of the Deva spirits. I settle into a meditative rhythm as I begin to stir the herbs deosil, direction of the sun. Inspired by Mother Nature’s pageantry…