I’ve been with the same man for 28 years and today is our 27th wedding anniversary.
♥️ I watch the sun set alone as he has had to rush off to see his Mom. She needs him more than I do right now.
♥️ I’m not sad, but I do miss him. I tuck my Rose oil in my pocket and tell the kids I’m going out to watch the sunset, and I am, but I really just want some time alone. I walk to the back field and find my perch.
♥️ I roll my Rose on my chest and breathe it in. The beauty is in the subtly of this powerful oil—it’s so delicate'
♥️ Yet, it’s strength is anything BUT delicate. If Frankincense is the King of essential oils, Rose is the Queen and she is the most precious. It takes 60 roses to make one drop of this precious oil (so if you’re getting it at 6 bucks/bottle, you’d better think twice). Her anti-viral powers are unmatched— but it’s scent soothes and is not aggressive.
And come to think of it, these are all qualities you want in a mate! Strong, nurturing and loving! ♥️
Testimonial: I get tension headaches and I usually handle them with an adjustment some doterra Past Tense and Deep Blue, but this one turned into a migraine and I couldn’t even handle the natural scents. After I vomited (sorry if TMI), I remembered my Rose! I rolled it on and her gentle power took over! I fell right to sleep and finally had some relief.
Hmm, the day after...
As a mom of 6, I have created a lot for myself, and I can feel the weight of it this time of year.
So I make sure to wake before them all to have some sacred time alone. This morning I choose a drop of Ylang Ylang mixed with Tangerine, and it is absolutely perfect. I rub it over my heart and then cup my hands and breathe it in.
Ylang Ylang is the oil of the inner child and a powerful remedy for the heart. It opens the heart to joy and encourages play.
🍊 Tangerine blends deliciously with YY and helps lift the burdensome feelings of responsibility. It invites creativity and spontaneity, and asks us to reinsert fun and joy into our lives.
taking some time for myself allows me the clarity to create my intention and this yummy blend anchors it.
I will join in the fun today and I will take the time to play! I will ask for help when I need it and I will receive it. (Sometimes I get so caught up, I forget to ask, and that when resentment builds) .
These two will go in my pocket today and I will reapply as old patterns start to take over.
🌞 But first, I sit in the sun and enjoy the quiet...my version of fun needs to begin with peace!
I had someone come in for my AromaCalm treatment this week and she loved it. I use eight different doTERRA oils in the treatment, each one is specifically selected for grounding and soothing, detoxification, anti-imflammatory response, and an immune system boost. She told me that she already had some doTERRA oils, but when we finished, she asked to sniff my oils.
"That's so weird," she said with her nose to one of the bottles. "My oils do NOT smell like this!"
"Really?" I asked, and I peppered her with other questions trying to understand what may have happened to her oils. I've never had one "go bad". As long as you store your oils away from direct sunlight, they should last a very long time.
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I finally asked her who helped her get her doTERRA account and she replied,
"Oh, I just get them on Amazon."
Well...That explains it then.
If you're buying your oils on Amazon, you may get them a bit cheaper, but you also cannot be sure you're getting pure doTERRA oils.
And maybe it smells just fine, but with doTERRA oils, the value is in their chemistry! For example, if you're using an oregano oil to boost your immune system, you need it to have the right percentage of Carcavol, the chemical constituent that makes it a powerful anti-fungal and anti-bacterial. Without the right percentage of carcavol, you're just going to end up smelling like a meatball. Find out about doTERRA's testing here.
And those oils you picked up at the checkout counter at Bed Bath and Beyond for 10 bucks? Yup, they’re junk. Essential oils are not regulated by the FDA, so their labels can say anything they want. 80% of essential oils on the market have either been contaminated or adulterated, so you best trust the company you are getting them from!
This is not the first story like this I have heard. In fact, I have a friend who's family owns a pet food store and she told me that their dog food distrubuters are having a very hard time with knock off products being sold on Amazon. The popular company's dog food bags are being duplicated EXACTLY and are being filled with crappy food and sold in place of the real thing. Oh my!
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This morning I went to my oil box and Elevation called to me. Maybe it’s due to days getting shorter, but I just felt like I needed it. It has a touch of Melissa in it (the oil of light) and other citrus oils, which all have uplifting qualities. It is also called the “Joyful Blend” and is known to support the flow of life while remaining in peace and light. Yup...that’s for me!
I put a dab on my crown and settle in with my tea. I get about 30 seconds of this bliss and the dang dog starts to whine. Grrr!! It’s all cold and frosty out there, I don’t want to go out!
Sigh. I give in and put on my sweater and boots. I grab my camera at the last minute as I’m always glad to have it, even if at first I think I won’t need it.
The first thing I pass are some scruffy bushes killed by the frost. At first glance, they just look like they’ll need to be mowed down, but I move closer. I take the time to shift my attention and I noticed their delicate details covered in the ice.
This changes everything.
Suddenly, everywhere I look, there is the most exquisite beauty. I would have missed all this grace if I didn’t take the time to look—I mean really LOOK—get down on my knees (maybe even get a bit uncomfortable) kind of look. It completely changes my perspective.
I take the time to stand in awe of the ordinary.
As I walk back, I realize what a metaphor this is for life and for relationships. It’s so easy to overlook things, so easy to judge by first glance.
Everything and everyone has their details.
It’s our responsibility to stop and look. When you don’t look, you miss all of the good stuff.
And everything has it, even the most (seemingly) unsavory characters or the decaying debris.
I encourage you to dig a little deeper and look beyond.
If you’re not there right now that’s fine (perhaps a dab of Elevation would help?), but I encourage you to take a pause. Remember to look a little closer. Everyone has a story and every living thing is desperately complex.
And there’s beauty in there, even if it’s just a flash.
Beauty is transient; it does not last. Everything and everyone is in transition. As soon as the sun comes up, it’s rays will melt theses shards of ice and the light will dim. Everything will change.
Notice it, before it disappears.
I’m in a blissful deep sleep, dreaming of something lovely. The evil voice comes from far away...”Mom!” It’s an urgent whisper and my mom senses bring me back immediately. “Drewzie’s sick,” whispers his twin.
I roust myself quickly and go to my boy’s aid. I smooth back his hair and feel his hot skin. I get the “bucket” just in case, and it’s needed within minutes (I know the drill...)
He feels better, but he can’t rest. I get up and get the DigestZen. I rub some on his belly and ask him to touch some to his tongue (veteran mom moment: if this wasn’t my own child that I knew was familiar with oils, I would have put a drop in water...but I am too tired to get up again and I know he can tolerate the strength.)
To my relief he whispers, “That helped,” and drifts off to sleep. I put a drop in my hand and breathe in the soothing vapors. It settles me too, and we sleep until the next wave.
This is why I believe everyone needs these tools in their home: to be able to soothe and help your child in the middle of the night is priceless.
As the sun rises, I put On Guard “the protective blend" in the diffuser to keep the rest of us healthy. The antioxidant powerhouses of cinnamon and clove will give us all immune support we need to stay healthy.
I make my boy his own roller of Digestzen by diluting 20 drops in some fractionated coconut oil and place it by his side. Now he can roll some on when he feels the nausea setting in again.
Now I’m gonna try to nap!
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I am bathing in Hope with a drop of Geranium on my crown.
over my heart.
doTERRA’s Hope blend is a beautiful mix of Bergamot and Frankincense . (Please take the time to read why this blend is extra special HERE.)
Bergamot is a citrus oil. All citrus oils have uplifting qualities, but Bergamot is unique in that it is grounding at the same time...perfect for today!
Frankincense is renowned as one of the most prized and precious essential oils and promotes feelings of peace. Some say it dispels confusion and only truth shines in the presence of Frankincense.
Geranium restores our faith in humanity and encourages us to trust in the journey. 💫
#useyouroils, #breathedeep and #makeyourvoiceheard
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I can be a Halloween Scrooge.
While I totally get the fun of having all sorts of candy handed out for free, the thought of my kids consuming all of that sugar- and how it’s going to impact their immune system- makes me a little crazy.
But, I happen to live in a culture that has turned a very sacred day into the absolute “best day EVER” (according to my kids) .
Oh, I resist and make my shrine for the ones that have passed, and light my candles and encourage my children to reflect on those that are no longer physically present with us. They listen patiently while I remind them of the true origins of All Hallow’s Eve, but the candy calls.
If I forbid them access to this gorge-fest, I become the enemy. When my older kids were young, I fretted and fretted and eventually bribed their candy away from them. I told them the Candy Gnome wanted it and if they put it under their bed, he would trade it for a great gift.
Well, my kids ended up being really pissed at that damn Gnome...and eventually that anger shifted to the real culprit: Me.
I had to take a good look at my candy/Halloween issues, and I realized all that resistance wasn’t serving me or my kids. So, I let it all go (in other words, I gave up!) One year I threw up my hands and told them all to have at it! Go ahead and eat till you’re sick, kids! 😃 .
And you know what happened? They self-regulated. They ate a whole bunch of candy the first night, then less the next day, then a little less, and soon they forgot about it entirely. I was shocked! .
But every year, I still feel the anxiety creeping in as the day approaches and I dread it a bit. Then I catch myself, take a deep breath. and remind myself to let it go.
I make a big pot of nourishing bonebroth, pump them full of doterra eomegas and PB Assist probiotics, roll On Guard Protective blend all over the bottoms of their feet (and I take a bath in Balance, the grounding blend) and we head out! .
As they knock on doors, I look to the Heavens and call to my ghosts. 🙏🏻 😇
While all of this beauty was unfolding, I was rushing about, making breakfast, lunch and prepping dinner!
🍂I did stop to stand underneath it all and breathe deep, though!
🍂lots of great momentum in my biz and my life right now, so I chose some oils to anchor into that goodness and keep things moving forward⏩
🍂Cypress, the oil of FLOW!
🍂Eucalyptus for energy (and supporting my respiratory system , so important right now!)
🍂Ylang Ylang for joy and gratitude
🙏🏻 I am ready to meet this incredible day! 🌞
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I have an 18-year-old son who's still watching Dinosaur Train, and I couldn’t be more thrilled.
We don’t watch a lot of TV in our house. When my now 21-year old was a babe, he made that decision for us. As a worn-out new mom, I'd put on a 30-minute show to get a little break. When those deliciously quiet few minutes were over, I’d gently suggest that we were “all done” in my best sing-song voice. This child was having none of it. He’d throw a fit legendary for any two-year-old and it would last three times as long as the damn “Arthur” episode.
It was a lot to take. So, one day my husband and I decided it just wasn’t worth it and we cancelled the cable and hid the TV.
Now, 20 years and 5 kids later, we still don’t have cable and TV only comes out on Sunday mornings. This has worked really well for us. All the younger kids know that if they want to watch something, they’ll be able to indulge on Sunday. This way, they're not constantly asking to turn on the tube every time boredom strikes (because they know what the answers will be), and they spend most of their time reading, drawing, playing or going outside.
This has worked beautifully for years, but slowly and insidiously, their content has started to shift. My pre-teen twins are now starting to be drawn to some more mature shows and it’s a bit of a bummer. Gone are the sweet days of Busytown Mysteries or Kipper (oh, how I loved darling Kipper!) and Dinosaur Train.
But Kelly still watches. This morning he has the TV to himself because the twins are away on a sleepover. Most Sundays, he chooses not to watch with his brothers and I set up an iPad for him, but today he has the loft and the big TV to himself and I can hear him chuckling from down below. It’s such a delightful sound, I climb the stairs to investigate.
There he is, all cross-legged and cozy, enjoying the simple pleasures of Dinosaur Train.
My heart swells with love for this person. I am so thankful to have this 18-year-old sage in my life! I have been blessed with lots of boys, so I know the typical trajectory: Even with our Sunday rule, I’m going to lose my ten-year-olds in about two years (and I know we’re probably way outside the norm here, but that’s the gift of Sundays). All too soon I’m going to have to be screening for inappropriate and violent content. I’m going to be desperately hanging on the the last shreds of their innocence and it’s going to inevitably slip from my grasp.
This comparison is what makes me treasure my cross-legged boy. I know where “normal” leads and I’ve had plenty of it, thanks. I’m happy to take a break from the typical teenager. I’ve done it twice and am in the middle of my third go ‘round, and frankly, it’s exhausting. I’m down on my knees thanking the gods above that I was blessed with Kelly. Every day (and I mean EVERY day) when I pick Kelly up from school, I ask how his day is and the reply is an enthusiastic, “Really great!” And, ya know what? It actually was. There was no high school drama, no catty social media posts to cause upset, no anxiety over grades or social insecurity. With Kelly, we don't have to worry about drinking or drugs or depression (such intense stuff!), we just relax into the simple pleasures of life, and it’s absolutely delightful!
Last week we took him to New York City to watch his oldest brother graduate from college. This was kind of a default choice. We only had four tickets to the graduation, so we couldn’t take the whole family. Kelly’s schedule is also a bit more complicated than the other kids, so it was easier to just bring him along. I was a bit unsure as to how things were going to unfold, but as usual, Kelly’s presence was a gift to us.
He sat through the three hour-long, dry ceremony and did not make a peep--no sighs, no complaints. I sat next to a well-coiffed woman who’s daughter was born and raised in Manhattan. She glanced to my left and caught a glimpse of Kelly and quickly averted her eyes. This was my cue to engage her in conversation. (I can never let that shit go unprobed.)
I know from experience that she is probably terrified. To her, Kelly is a living example of her worst nightmare. She’s there to watch her daughter graduate from one of the top schools in the city and Kelly represents the appalling opposite of that. I chatter on about my boy that is graduating today too, and how the majority of his siblings did not make the cut to attend; only Kelly got the privilege. She’s forced to acknowledge him then. She glances over and says, “He’s sweet. God bless him.”
This ridiculous, condescending statement makes me laugh (I think the word “guffaw” might be what I’m looking for here, because that’s pretty much what I do...right in her face. I cannot help myself). I just reply, “He is the delight of my life. You have no idea.” I raise the hand that is intertwined with mine and give it a kiss. He leans into me and puts his head on my shoulder. I do not offer this woman any more of my time.
Kelly turns our to be our greatest teacher on this trip. I don’t know why I’m surprised, he teaches me something every day, but my brain resets to “typical” each morning and Kelly’s simple lessons always seem to take me by surprise.
I’d been dreading this trip to the city. Being a sensory sensitive individual, the sights and sounds and smells of Manhattan are completely overwhelming to me. I thought this would be true for Kelly as well, and I was worried about it. But he completely takes me by surprise and delights in the city. He tells me he wants to live there with his brother. As I am miserably tiptoeing past a man hosing down the sidewalk in front of a building, cringing as the urine infused water splashes onto the backs of my bare calves, Kelly is simply delighting in all the action around him. I look at his wonder and it makes me stop and consciously relax. I force myself to lighten the hell up. Country mouse has got to get the f*ck over herself and try to enjoy her surroundings! Right then and there, I shift my thoughts from my splattered calves and I look up. In front of me is a beautifully ornate building--carvings made by hand long before power tools were even a thing. It’s truly a wonder and I would have missed it if I didn’t have Kelly by my side.
The lessons continue. At a the rooftop graduation party on the Upper West Side, he was the first to notice the brilliant sunset reflected in a wall of glass.
The next day, as we walked through Central Park, he nudged us into the Central Park Zoo, where we were surprised to find a sweet oasis full of heart.
And when the day was done, and our exhausted selves pulled out the foam bed in our Airbnb only to discover it was 1/3 plywood and not suitable for sleep, Kelly happily climbed in and made do. No whining, no complaints. He just made it work. We fell into sleep grateful for our delightful travelling companion.
If you told me 18 years ago that my adult child would still be choosing to watch Dinosaur Train on his Sunday morning, I probably would have curled into a ball and wept. But that version of me also would have looked sideways at Kelly in Lincoln Center, feeling sorry for him and his mom, not understanding that there are all kinds of knowledge and all kinds of people and we all have value.
Kelly is my live-in sage. When I fall into my typical human patterns, he reminds me to check my judgement, to not diminish something that I don’t understand, even (or maybe especially) if it scares me. Go ahead, open up and take a closer look. There very well be some beauty that you missed.
When I first heard this song by The Killers, it immediately made me think of Kelly. It came on today and he let me take some footage of his moves. My god, I love this person.
The next time someone tries to “bless him”, I think I’m going to reply with,
“I got news for you baby, you’re looking at The Man!"
My doTERRA essential oils are the first tools I reach for when it comes to the health care of my kids, and they are especially helpful with Kelly. He won't swallow a pill, so the aromatic and topical use of these pure and potent plant compounds are incredible at supporting his respiratory and immune health (Breathe respiratory blend sits near his bed at all times!)
If you would like some more information on how to use doTERRA products for your family, or specifically for your special needs or sensitive child, please feel free to contact me below. I'd love to help! I understand the chemistry and the "how and why" of essential oils, so I can help you choose the right products for your family and your own unique needs. Let's talk!
I woke with an ache in my heart this morning. It took me a beat or two to come out of my sleepy haze and connect my brain to my heart, but then it was clear: Oh, yeah...that’s why.
My emotions take me by surprise because what’s happening is a completely positive thing, something everyone in the family has been excited about for months. This sadness makes no sense.
But it involves one of my older kids and we mothers can’t catch a break—even the most wonderful changes trigger the cascade. We’ve been through too much and our love runs too deep.
So here I am on this spectacular late spring morning feeling sad. The first thing I do is acknowledge it. Yup, I feel this and I honor it. It feels a bit ridiculous because I was so excited about the change, but no matter. My feelings are real, even if unexpected.
Next I reach for my essential oils. I role Console on my palms and breathe it in. I rub it all over my neck. The tree and flowers essences work their way into my limbic system and do their magic. I feel the effects instantly, like a comforting hug. Oh, I love this oil blend so!
The next thing I do is get outside. I walk my pup down my country road and appreciate the breeze. When I get home, I grab my basket and scissors and collect some flowers.
Of course there’s the exquisite peonies, the stunning french lilac, the complex allium, but what draws my attention are the simple violets--so common that we often trample them without a second look. Today, I bend and examine each sweet face. My heart hurts, so I look for comfort in the metaphor they provide for me: simple beauty right under my feet, though I rarely stop to appreciate. I snip a few for my windowsill and delight in their happy faces.
I’m curious about these little flowers that have always just be there, that chubby hands have presented to me through the years, so I take a moment to look them up. I call them Johnny jump-ups or violets, but I discover that they go by another name, too. One that makes me smile: Heartsease.
My mama heart takes it in. So much beauty and heartache in this life. I take another moment to acknowledge its complexity. I reapply my Console heart balm, close my eyes and breathe deeply into this belly that has housed so many.
I place my new friends next to my other small, simple treasures.
I turn and catch a glimpse of a photo on the fridge, one that’s been there for years, so I don’t notice it’s sweetness any longer. I let my eyes fill once again.
I think of my boy, a simple, steady presence that I took for granted. I’ll allow myself a little more time to mourn the empty space he left behind, but then it will be time to get to work and change it into something useful for the rest of us. We need the space and he’s moved on to a better one, so best for everyone to let the alchemy of change weave it’s magic.
I wipe the tears and reach for the broom and the mop. Time to move forward. Transformation awaits.