The Best Medicine — Chicken Soup!

Blog Post #357

Battling a cold is never fun. There isn’t any way to “cure” your cold, you ride it through to the end — knowing that in a few days you will be back to your old self. Small comfort when you are aching, hacking and all stuffed up. However, there are things that you can do to alleviate your suffering a little while the virus runs its course.

Drinking lots of fluid does help — water, tea, hot honey, lemon and ginger, all can make you feel better temporarily. I’ve been consuming a lot of these liquids for the past three days but the thing that has really made me feel better is good old-fashioned chicken soup.

I made a big pot of delicious soup based on Easy Chicken Soup with Greens, a Pinterest recipe from The Lemon Bowl. 

This soup is fragrant, lemony and soothing — just the thing to fill your tummy with delicious goodness and help you fight a nasty cold bug. I love the surprising warmth from the addition of the cinnamon and cumin. I think I could live on this soup, it’s that good!

Bowl of Chicken Soup

Do you have a favourite cold-busting soup?

Cold Busting Chicken Soup


1 onion diced
3 stalks celery diced
½ teaspoon salt (or to taste)
1 teaspoon black pepper (or to taste)
1 teaspoon cinnamon
Pinch of cumin (optional)
2 cartons chicken broth
3 chicken breasts
1 bag spinach
1 cup of sliced mushrooms
15 oz can chick peas washed and drained
Juice of one lemon


Cut the chicken breasts into bite size pieces and sauté in olive oil in a dutch oven. Add the onion and celery after a few minutes, and sauté until the chicken is no longer pink and the vegetables are softened.

Add salt, pepper, cinnamon, and cumin, if using. Cook for an additional minute.

Add the chicken broth and bring to a boil. Stir in the spinach, mushrooms, chick peas and lemon juice.

Cook until spinach is tender and the chick peas are heated through, about 5 minutes.

Ladle into bowls, serve with crusty bread if desired. Enjoy the deliciousness.



“Sleep is the best meditation.” ~ Dalai Lama

It’s eleven o’clock and my eyes are growing heavy. I’m watching an episode of  “The Mentalist” with my husband and my daughter. I’m yawning and I’m finding it difficult to stay focused on the show.

My bed is calling me, I can hear sleep’s sweet song, beckoning me to slip under the covers and close my eyes…and just drift, drift into beautiful, rejuvenating slumber.

I love to climb into my bed, when there are clean, fresh, sweet-smelling sheets waiting  to envelop me in sublime comfort, a soft pillow for my head, a warm comforter to snuggle under. I love lying cozy under the covers, feeling the heaviness of my bone-tired body sink into my bed’s welcome embrace, letting my mind’s thoughts waft aimlessly toward a dream. Smiling as the welcome, blissful, wash of quiet wraps me in the wispy mist of gentle sleep…