For some twisted reason, Mondays have been hard the last couple weeks. Getting up feels like a chore. After I fed and gave fresh water to the dog and the chickens…. I headed for the Bio-mat for an hour.
Then to shower. I smiled just thinking about using my new fancy schmancy potion!
I made this facial scrub. I put it in a jar with a fun label. I just fell head over heels in love with the name.
Side note about company names: for a couple of years I owned a company called “The Yellow Button Mustard Company”. I came up with the name, then I decided to make mustard. Of course I tied a yellow button on every single jar. I love mustard!
This time, I have come up with the name “Splurge”. Now I want to follow where that leads. Maybe I just like the word?
Splurge on an extra long bike ride. Splurge on new flowers for my bike basket. Splurge with extra coconut cream in my Monday coffee. Splurge on a snazzy pair of new shoes. (those shoes? Well made and so comfortable, love) Splurge on making lotions and potions that are of excellent quality and then use them.
Using a face scrub/moisturizer that smells like little drops of peppermint. Awwwww, feels like a splurge.
Here’s the behind the scene magic ( or if you like, the recipe)
1/2 cup coconut oil, 1/2 cup baking soda and a few drops of essential oil…whip together. Splurge on yourself and use it!
Oh la la
Here’s to easing into Monday & please take the time to splurge a little on yourself. We are worth it.
Drats, that stung. I just scraped the underside of my wrist while fluffing and puffing the chicken coop. (doesn’t fluffing and puffing sounds so much nicer than mucking out the straw & changing out the bedding?)
Okay, so the scrap (not bad, just annoying) is under my wrist exactly where my watch sits.
First clean it out, then put some ointment on. Grab the first aid cream with nary a second thought.
Here’s a thought….
While going through your home and replacing healthier versions of food and lotions and potions……..you might forget about one little ointment that you purchase once a year (yes, there is an expiration date), unless you have pre-teen boys…..then you go through first aid ointment like fresh-baked loaves of bread.
We all have Neosporin in our first aid kits. We use it every time we need to use a band-aid.
Here is my “duh” moment. We work diligently to remove all chemicals and artificial antibiotics from our family life. We buy organic vegetables and fruits when we can afford it. I have eliminated 95% of all chemicals in the make up and potions that I use on a daily basis.
Yet, somehow, a cream that I am willing to put on a small scrape or burn, I didn’t do the research. Really?
I won’t go into the research, techno babble and the very serious topic of antibiotic resistance…………you have Google at your fingertips, so please dig in.
This is just me saying, I found an exceptional product that works and doesn’t cause more harm than health. If you can’t find it at your local health store, amazon.com does indeed carry it. Just sharing a product that works. No, I was not paid to tell you about this.
This is the first aid cream I would be willing to use on my grandchildren, dog and the rest of the family.
A friend sent me a text early this Sunday morning:
Sparkle of the Day
“Our Lord has made the best gifts the most common.”
Oh, that’s not only sparkly but so juicy.
I’m going to savor that all day long.
..the most common…..
a cup of coffee
warm, fluffy socks
small project bag
Here’s a thought, a common bag. I use it every single day, sometimes, several times a day. Very common in my world.
100% cotton fabric, one zipper, two buttons, nothing too flashy, just a bag to store my current project in while I am not working on it. Takes me about 45 minutes to sew one. Easy, common. Actually, I have sewed and given so many, I have lost count.
I have sewed them for college kiddos. I have made them for make up bags, travel bags, zipper bags full of birthday goodies, bag to take to the hospital, bags to hold crochet hooks, bags to hold a sleeping mask and lavender and on the list goes. All made and given as gifts.
I have not made one for myself. Seriously? No. I have not taken the time to sew one of these beauties for myself.
One night, as I sat and worked on a project. I thought… why on earth are you still using a zip lock PLASTIC bag for your supplies? I guess I am like everyone else, we get so comfortable using and seeing something day after day, we forget to “see” where we need to make some changes.
**********Side note: If you want to skip the next few paragraphs where I talk about bisphenol A and how it is one reason I became so sick, I totally understand. Life is messy and you don’t always want to be reminded of the messy. I will insert a picture of a cute puppy so you can skip down to the part about sewing & happy & common sense.
In the last four years, among 101 other things, one thing we have had to eliminate in our life is plastic (read that as bisphenol A) . BPA is a weak synthetic estrogen and is one of the things that caused me to be diagnosed with “that which will not be named”.
Sounds easy enough. Just don’t use it. Simple.
The following is sarcasm: “What? Me? Oh, we stopped using all plastic. We store our ketchup and mustard in clay pots in the basement. No, we don’t own a refrigerator that is made with plastic. What do we brush our teeth with, you ask? We use a hand carved, with a wooden handle and boar bristle toothbrushes.”
Really? Good for you! That is tricky, hard and all-encompassing. We are still trying to get rid of as much as possible.
Roll up your cotton sleeves and let’s do this!
Okay, no more plastic ice-cube trays. No more plastic shower curtain liners. Toss all the plastic storage containers. Plastic measuring spoons. Plastic container your laundry soap is stored in, next to your plastic laundry basket. Plastic silverware on a picnic. Plastic yarn needle. Toss those disposable diapers of your grandchildren. My cell phone has a plastic case. Does your organic make up come in a plastic container? Plastic scoop I used to measure out chicken feed. Plastic tape measure (my grandma had a cloth one.) I use a plastic ruler to measure fabric. Plastic containers my spring plants were grown in. Plastic bag I use to buy/measure out my bulk food. Plastic on my sneakers. Plastic container my coffee beans are ground in. The useful plastic zip bags we use to store everything in……
…. I am pausing to take a DEEP CLEANSING BREATH.
I am sure you are thinking about a thousand and one other pieces of plastic that I didn’t mention. Oh, she forgot…..
Depending on where you live and work, you’re likely to be exposed to many plastic products every day. Food and beverage containers, some disposable plates, and toiletry bottles are all plastic and all are made from chemicals. Research suggests that all plastics may leach chemicals if they’re scratched or heated. Research also strongly suggests that at certain exposure levels, some of the chemicals in these products, such as bisphenol A (BPA), may cause cancer in people.
enough, if you want to learn more , I am sure you know how to use Google. Just type in why/how bisphenol A…aka… BPA causes cancer.
***********For no reason at all, except that puppies are adorable, here is the promised photo of an impossibly cute puppy.
Hi, I am glad you found the cute puppy.
One more time, Sparkle of the Day,
“Our Lord has made the best gifts the most common.”
A picture of a puppy on verdant grass. Common
Beautiful brown puppy eyes. Common
Common sense. Sewing a useful cotton bag.
I used my noodle and I sewed myself a pretty project bag out of 100% cotton fabric. (yes, I know the zipper and buttons are plastic…..progress not perfection)
Mr. Right said, come out here and look at the moon. Okay, but I was just out there not 10 minutes ago.
The night was pitch black, a bracing cold that sent a chill right to my bones. Okay, not “Vermont” cold, but very cold for Washingtonians.
Oh, that moon. Sort of took my breath away. Bathed in a wash of orange color. Huge and round and gorgeous. Yes, I am more of a night owl admirer than I am a morning sunrise girl.
Years ago, when Mr. Right would be gone away for weeks at a time during the military, sometimes, I would step outside of our military housing (just so you know, it’s so quiet outside a house with two little boys inside) just on the porch. I would look up at the sky and take a deep breath and know we were sharing the same moon. No matter where he was in the world, we were under the same common moon.
I felt somehow better and would go back in for another round of being a mom (and dad), home school teacher, referee, cook, laundry lady, story time lady …. and on the list went.
I can’t seem to get a handle on balance and calm lately. I am trying every trick in the book to push the blues back and keep on a steady keel.
When I stepped out and looked at that gorgeous moon, I sort of felt this rush of people who were out there under the same moon. It helps me to remember there are other humans dealing with the exact same things I am.
There is a group of people who are worried and fretting about healing and wellness. There is a group of people out there who have lost friends and loved ones & are grieving. There are a passel of folks out there, under the common moon, who are trying to center themselves and find solid ground. Trying to find happiness and purpose and direction.
All of a sudden, I don’t feel so alone.
Finding and celebrating people who have chosen to heal naturally and who are thriving. People out there who have to figure out how to keep taking daily medicine every single day. People who don’t think I am crazy for studying and researching an hour a day.
I tell myself and smile, there is a big group of people who are quietly not judging me. Quietly cheering me on and lifting up my spirit.
I felt like seeking out other pet owners who are trying to learn how to live gracefully with an aging pet.
In a good way, I felt humbled and happy to step into the corner of people who were trying to regroup and renew their faith in their choices and people they surround themselves with.
When you are looking up, you can’t really see the color, nor age, nor political choice of the person next to you. Big huge announcement, no one (with any intelligence whatsoever) cares.
What we do care about are that the people we stand with are kind, considerate, thoughtful, silly, educated, giving and just plain nice to be with.
No one, I repeat, no one wants to stand under the same moon with a person who acts like a worm.
I haven’t felt much like writing.
Thanks for waiting and checking back. I have been wondering, trying to find my direction. Dipping my toes in crafts and books and being a home body. No one wants to read dull, dreary, sad-faced writing. Heck, this writer doesn’t want to write dull and dreary lines.
Some of the best days lately have been texting, talking, emailing, sending letters to my boys and girls. All four kids are over 30 years old. Ha, even when I am 90 years old, they will still be my boys & girls. 70 something men & women, who will have even more developed senses of humor and intelligence and good manners. Even though they live many states away, we are under a common moon.
My sister-in-law and friends live thousands of miles away, we are under a common moon.
Mr. Right has to work late, this time of year, we are under a common moon.
You will find me there. Standing under the moon tonight, my beautiful sweet dog next to me…. throwing good wishes up and catching all the goodness that is thrown my way.
A girlfriend asked me what the first thing I would suggest you do if you find out you are extremely sick.
Choose a GREAT support person.
Buy awesomesauce RED cowgirl boots (it’s going to get messy, ugly & deep, you are going to need those beauties.)
Count 10 things each day, BEFORE your feet hit the ground, that you are grateful for.
When I say choose a GREAT support person, I mean it. (spouse, friend, sister, brother, neighbor, uncle, health coach…)
If you want to heal and thrive and go on living, choose wisely.
I can only speak for myself in saying, from the moment I was diagnosed, I was not thinking clearly, my brain was fuzzy, I was not capable of making sound decisions and on the list goes.
Choose a person who is willing to do a bazillion things (we had to change 147 things about our life and what we ate and drank) to help you find wellness AND buy, bring home, wash, prepare and juice 64 ounces of goodness 6 days a week, is probably going to be your best bet.
I chose Mr.Right.
This is what our kitchen counter looks like 6 days a week. Each night after the supper dishes are dried and put away, out come the bags and bins of vegetables & fruit…..and Charlie the Champion, the trusty juicer.
Remember all those times, your mom or grandma said, “eat your vegetables, they are good for you”? Turns out they were right.
Ever hear someone or read a chart that advises you to get your 5 a day? That is you are supposed to get 5 fruits or vegetables a day to be healthy. Five? Seriously folks, we can do better than that. We HAVE to do better than that.
Hold my hand, I will show you.
Sure, the juice changes slightly with the seasons and what is available. Yes, we try our best to purchase organic, that is not always what we can find or afford. Some of the produce is peeled, all is washed with vinegar then scrubbed and rinsed with water. Filtered water. Occasionally, fresh pineapple or half a beet, sometimes cilantro in place of parsley, however, this is the basic juice recipe.
lettuce, red pepper, pair, cucumber, parsley, carrots, orange, spinach, kale, lemons (we spend $700.00 per year on lemons alone!), broccoli, apples, celery (yes, the celery tops go in the juice) and turmeric
All of this, everyday.
6 days a week.
Mr. Right and this riot of color are healing me, one glass at a time, 64 ounces a day, approximately 9.69 pounds, 6 days a week.
I gotta be honest here and say, some days, I am a smidge grumpy about drinking my juice.
Almost 4 years later, I know, 100% it is healing and contributing to my wellness. Once in a while, I would love to sit down, in the afternoon for a latte or a cup of cocoa sounds divine……however, I have to still fit in every glass, jar,ounce of juice a day. I am not that thirsty. ha. I hear folks talk about having a glass of wine or two. NOT gonna happen here, folks.
Remember when I said, choose wisely when you choose your support person?
Every single night, when Mr. Right hands me a glass of juice, it goes like this……..
(Inwardly, I sigh and drop my shoulders like a displeased 4th grade girl… I am tired of drinking juice…. I don’t wanna drink my juice…….)
With a flourish he ceremoniously places a colorful straw in my glass. He gingerly & graciously hands it to me like he is holding the elixir of life (quite possibly he is) and he always, always says,
“Another glass of goodness, Mrs. Wilson”.
Boy Howdy, I chose wisely. Have I mentioned lately what a lucky girl I am?
(I refer you to 3rd thing on the list. I owe my life to him and I am grateful.)
“Smudging is the burning of herbs with the intent to bring about/manifest a desired change in one’s emotions, thoughts, surroundings and reality. Smudging is a golden thread that connects and runs through all cultures, religions and belief systems and has been practiced throughout the millennia.” Philip Gardner writes so well. It is a pleasure to learn all that he is offering.
He gently reminds us that smudging is an act of true self-empowerment because it allows you to take responsibility for your well-being. You can read more by Philip if you follow this link. http://www.aboutholistic.co.za/smudging.html
attract and create positive energy
let go of negative
space for healing
Yesterday, I picked a basket full of sage & rosemary. Rosemary for mental clarity ~ letting go of negative thoughts. Sage for purifying, healing, cleansing.
I made 14 bundles. I used cotton thread and string to bind them into “smudge sticks”. My fingers, the string, our kitchen, the garbage can, everything smelled wonderful.
Now, I let them dry for 4-6 weeks. Then we can use them to burn. It is a lovely housewarming gift to give a friend. Or something to share with a friend feeling under the weather.
The simple act of Blessing a Space is reason enough.
(Some of the postcards I send say, “the weather is here, wish you were fine”) haha.
Here is your real post card:
The weather was lovely and daily dancing around the 95* mark. Oodles of sunshine with an occasional afternoon storm. Sanibel Island, Florida was a dreamy place to spend 8 days.
Had lots of fun. Collected a basket full of shells. Learned the names of the shells, 23 new to me bird species and a plethora of plants and flowers. Went bike riding. Did a tiny bit of shopping. Mostly, just watched the sunrise each day, hunted for shells, walked barefoot and swam.