Muscle Stress Formula

Posting this here, both to share with y'all and so I don't lose such a thoroughly tested formula.  That said, aromatherapy (for me) isn't just the recipe.  It's the "resting" and smelling, adjusting, trusting my body to recognize what more needs to be added.  I use sweet almond oil as my carrier, about 3oz.  It responds well to friction, heating easily and soaks quickly into the skin.  ALWAYS use a tinted GLASS bottle for your mixes and store them in a cool dark place.

I start with: 

Geranium oil, 20 drops.  It's the "grounding" agent.

Sandalwood 10 drops

Wild Chamomile (pain) 30 drops

Lavender (everything!) 30 drops

The last 3 stimulate the circulatory system and speed healing:

Rosemary 25 drops

Peppermint 15 drops

Juniper Berry 15 drops

Each time you add about 3 or 4 ingredients, put in the stopper, shake well and let it rest, blend.  Once all ingredients are added, repeat the process one last time.  Smell it and LISTEN TO YOUR BODY.  If one scent seems to overpower the others, add a drop or three of the rest.  Shake, rest and smell.  Repeat until your body says it's done.

I tested and recombined this formula a dozen times or more, using my son's cross country team as willing guinea pigs.  Once the formula was "perfected" they all raved over it and said I was then their official Witch Doctor.  LOL  Great for strained muscles, shin splints and more.

So... Here I am! June 29, 2015

Yes, I'm one of those annoying people who think too much. That said and after many conversations/debates, I have been told that I should put my random thoughts out there... that there's a lot of good to be found in the things I say. Oooooooookay...

The really cool thing about having a blog is that... Hey, it's mine so I'm always right by default! LOL What am I looking for then? Intelligent debate.

I've not yet decided what my first thoughts actually SHOULD be. So, instead, here's a little about myself...
I'm getting old and it pisses me off. I've raised my kids and have one beautiful grandchild (never thought I'd be one to drool over a grandkid, but there ya go!).

Life conspired so that I never had a career, but I AM an artist, philosopher, aromatherapist, and... don't ever let me near your house if you want it to remain the same... I LOVE to play with houses (not PLAY HOUSE, thank you). I appreciate the quirks of life sometimes and other times I rage against them.

At the heart of it all, though, I'm just a Beach Girl... laid back and open, ready to laugh at the least provocation. I am suitably bent, hoping to one day be proclaimed the master of the double entendre. I am accepting of most differences, but have no patience for stereotyped slurs. Life is short. Let's have dessert first and leave the nastiness to the closed minds.

So, mix yourself a Margarita, pull up a chair and let's enjoy one another's thoughts.

When at 2 in the morning, my body decides it needs to MOVE, even though parts of it hurt. When I go outside to a clear sky, bright with the light of thousands of stars, so many that I can't find the constellations. When watching my dogs get excited about running around the courtyard at such an odd hour and I see the tiniest little tree frog no bigger than the first knuckle of my pinky finger, sitting on my plant... I'm grinning ear to ear. What a strange little cookie I am!

Promote love...

I once had a friend named Tomas.  He was from the islands...  can't remember which right now.  He used to laugh at me because I would get lost, watching his skin under the light of the sun...  it brought out these gorgeous indigos and purples, he was that dark.  I would get lost in the musical sound of his voice, never mind what he was saying.  That's how people should be in my mind. How I miss him!

Now, I'm not a perfect person, far from it.  But I like to think that I'm getting better as the years go by.

Maybe I'm wrong here, but I don't see race, color, creed, sexual preference, any of that.  My heritage is mostly Scots, but I doubt any true Scotsman would see me as such.  I'm proud of that bit in me, nonetheless. Would I use it to set myself apart from anyone?  Hell, no.  That would be stupid.  I'd rather laugh at myself with a hearty Scotsman alongside, laughing with me.

So, what is it that I see?  I see a rainbow of humanity.  I see dark and light, sallow and bright...  Day glow!  LOL  I see a beautiful variety of philosophies and beliefs bringing light to a new day.  I see so many symbols of benevolence that it's mind blowing.

Yet there are those today who would dictate that we should focus on the differences between us.  It's causing rage to spread worse than any plague.  I don't see an end to it and that's scarier than anything I've ever experienced.

In that light, I want to follow another tactic.  I want to speak of the things that I love in people...

I love your honor.  
I love how you respect me and the others around you. 
I love that you hate lies as much as I do.  
I love discussing philosophy with you, seeing the twists and turns of your mind, your passion as you speak.  
I love the sound of your laughter as it rolls from the pit of your gut. 
I love the way that your hand rests gently on my shoulder just to let me know you're here. 
I love seeing the things you've seen as you tell the stories of your travels. 
I love the twinkle in your eye as you turn to me, sharing a private joke.  
I love those perfect moments in time that we sometimes enjoy.  
I love that when I hurt, emotionally or physically, you don't make a scene, instead doing those little things that make the hours, days, weeks easier.
I love that you love the furred, feathered and scaled kindred, the land, ourhome.
I love that you can follow me down into the Darkness that is a part of me, unafraid.  
I love your Bent and Twisted mind.  
I love that you understand, although I may be aging and my body has betrayed me, my mind is sharp and my heart is the best I can make it.  
I love that you expect nothing more of me than I can give.  
I love that you don't expect me to share your views, yet you can respect mine.  
I love that you know I have lines in the sand that cannot be crossed and you're okay with that.  
I love that my pacifism and other beliefs are just fine in your world.  
I love that there are things about me that you take pride in.

That said...  I don't care what color skin you're wearing, except to delight in our differences or perhaps dissect those tones according to a color wheel.  I don't care what accent your voice contains, unless I'm jamming to the music of your soul.  I don't care what your religion might be unless you're a fanatic or a threat.  I don't care if you're tall or short, skinny or wide, wealthy or poor, gay or straight.  I don't care what symbols are yours as long as you leave me to mine.

Let us come together instead.  Leave the rage and fighting for the wars that are being waged in other countries, please.  Let us each be the spices and seasonings that complete our family meals. How delightful!  

I cried for you today...

I cried for you today, even though you'll never know it.

I cried for your anger and frustration.  I cried because you been held back, knocked down, beleaguered and belittled... There was a time when you'd get right back up, but you no longer do.  You rail against the world and all of its wrongness so vehemently that you have forgotten to pause for the sweetness and beauty and those precious moments in time that make life worth the bull shit or monotony.  I cry because you're alone in the dark.

I cried for the little child who was so full of wonder and was wonderful to all that were met.  You had compassion and patience and love.  But life has not been kind to you.  I know that.  OMG, how I know that!  Because I stood beside you and held your hand through it all.  I sobbed in my own darkness as alone as you are now.

You and I, we always battled the limitations of our existence...  Together we fought for the right.  So many stood against us in their apathy, but we knew we had to speak and stand strong.  When did that die within you? Was it something I did or allowed or ignored???

I cried because it feels that I've lost my best friend, that person who knew me better than anyone else...  So I suppose that I must cry for myself as well.

I cried because you can't hear me anymore nor can you hear the whisper of the Light within you that says "You have value.  I love you.  You're not alone".

I cried because you're drowning in resentment of what others have perhaps wrongfully gained or of wrongs you've assigned to a Peoples or a Movement, screaming your rage against the world at large.  And I cried because I cannot stand with you in that microcosm of loathing and defiance...  and because I miss you.

Oh, heavens, how I miss you!  I miss chasing music  and rainbows and laughing over little inanities.  I miss the smile on your face when you know you've done something good and kind.  I miss the days that were full to the brim of "I can" and "I will", when there is now only the echoes of "I won't".

Can't you see how this anger is poisoning you, taking you so far from who you once were and could be?  Life is so harsh.  I can't live with you there.

So, I cried for you.

Can We Think?

Have you ever stopped to think just WHY there is so much in the news and social media these days about black vs. white? Christian vs. Muslim? The common man vs. the govt? Have you begun yet to question WHY "they" are encouraging mob mentality? This separateness of me vs. you? None of these issues are new.


But... watch the news or the media more carefully... MOST of these people are clearly not educated, I don't give a damn what color or religion or whatever they are. And don't pull that "oh, they came from the inner city or a place with horrible schools or the lack of proper parents/role models". That's bull shit. Education is FREE. Each of us choose how we speak and the extent of our knowledge. A person doesn't have to attend school to become educated. A person doesn't have to live in the "right" place to know how to E-NUN-CI-ATE.

So, think about this... If you get the people, the masses angry enough, they stop thinking and begin parroting the popular headlines of the moment. Once they're angry enough and not thinking, they're easily manipulated. They can be lead around by the nose to a leader's purpose.

The civil rights issues that are glaringly apparent in the headlines have been happening for a LONG frigging time. Have you really LISTENED to many of those representing their race on the news? Really LISTENED? Regardless of the race, these people use barely comprehensible English to blurt out a sense of entitlement that NO ONE has a right to own.

The awful things done by religious fanatics do NOT represent the whole. If I hear a Muslim called a "towel head" one more time, I'm going to scream. Our country is filled with a variety of religions... has been for a long damn time. If you're going to get pissed at someone for religious beliefs, try the Westboro Church. Just saying.

Our govt officials have been the elite power hungry monster that it is for a long damn time (see the pattern here?). Why NOW are we throwing our "representatives" (and I use that term loosely) under the bus, then backing it up again? Yet, not the first person has offered a solution. Unless you're a privileged white male, someone fought for and possibly died for your right to vote, yet the voting percentage is at an all time low.

I believe that it's of the utmost importance that we turn off the news, calm down and THINK FOR OURSELVES... Then ask WHY is this happening? What is "the other hand" doing? Why are "they" trying to instill this mob mentality? Prestidigitation.

My point is that I'm tired of the angry mob. Don't start screaming against this group or that, blaming the whole for the one. THINK. Then come to the table with a solution. Not the first one of us is entitled to a thing that we've not worked towards.

*steps down from the soap box*