Thursday, February 14, 2019

Ancient stuff.


One of the “new truths” I have accepted for my life is the aging of my skin.  Not just my face and neck, but all over.  I look down at my legs and gasp, literally gasp.  Who owns that crocodile mess?

A couple years ago I attended an “oil class” and well, you know, I was not super interested but I did like the idea of fragrance diffusing over candles.  Now, I loved my candles here and there, but I could get a cute little diffuser, do some cool fragrances and blends.  So I bought oils every once in a while from a *popular online retailer* and diffused irregularly.

Around this same time I began to feel I was overrun with skin tags and little moles.  Something I held on to from the oil class was frankincense and skin imperfections.  My skin was feeling a bit imperfect to me so I began doing a little independent research on essential oils and the benefits.  I reached out to a couple of people I knew were into oils and asked a ton of questions.  I’ve posted before about my late in life acceptance of moisturizing the face, neck and décolletage.  I mean, its necessary stuff and I have improved my routine and all but preach it to my two daughters.  Now I’m finding the need to expand that a bit to my arms, my legs, the bottoms of my feet, for crying out loud.  

I decided to take a bit of a deeper wade into essential oils and reached out to a young woman I have known since she was in elementary school, and whom I like immensely.  I knew she had started her own health journey, and that is her story to tell, but, I felt like I could count on her research and the outcomes she herself was experiencing.  She obtained a few oils for me, to introduce me to a couple of her favorites, and we spent a morning talking them through.

I really enjoy the oils but I don’t think I have used them to their full benefit yet.  I have applied frankincense to skin issues and see results,  diffused new fragrances, done more research and asked a ton more questions.  I both clean with lemon water and drink it. I wipe down my butcher block counter top with a drop or two of tea tree oil in water and love both the fragrance and the natural disinfecting properties.  I add the same oil to my dishwater when washing up a few dishes or add to the dishwasher.  I am adding an oil routine to my scalp for both dryness and to encourage improved hair health, and I’ll let you know how that goes.  I'll talk to you about what I'm learning and help you get going, too. 
 
Its a little like reaching back to go forward. I am not an oil guru, at least not yet.  I understand that those of us of a certain age, those who have used pine cleaners and bleach, disinfecting wipes, creams and lotions, are a bit tied to "hey, it works good enough" and may be reluctant to find something better, but, there’s science here, and oils are being introduced - or maybe I should say reintroduced - to all area of our lives, as a healthy, natural alternative to almost every choice we make, every day - from how we take care of ourselves and our homes, to how we care for others.  

Don't worry.  I still shave my armpits and eat hamburgers, but I do love a good Patchouli...   




Tuesday, February 5, 2019

What's changed?


What’s different? We are in to retirement zone for about a month now.  Its been pretty smooth although hubs and I do step in to the other’s territory a bit. There definitely are some adjustments happening.
   
He is enjoying the spontaneity of it all.  Yesterday, for example, he came out of the basement, which is how he has been starting his day, surveying his belongings in the basement, making a list of what to do next, and said “Want to do something crazy?” Caught completely off guard, I replied “Uh, sure.  What do you have in mind?”  Now, since I have the reputation of being the “crazier” of the two of us, I admit to being a little worried. Was this a challenge? Crazy is my territory, so only step in here if you mean it.

His idea was to drop everything and drive the hour and a half in to Chicago for the day.  A couple of stores to hit, that I have mentioned, and maybe lunch.  Alright, I said, I am more than game, give me 15 minutes, and off we go.
 
Now, hubs has never been big on driving in to Chicago for the day…certainly not on a whim.  Never to shop or browse, so for him, this was on the crazy side.  In the fog and rain so it wasn’t a pretty drive by any means.  It wasn’t totally aimless, he did have an idea of where we would go, but was open to just about anything I suggested.  We arrived, we shopped and we had a quick bite at a downtown spot, and made an uneventful trip back home.  Nothing earth shattering, no events to attend, just a bit of meandering here and there.  It was not the kind of day I would have spent in Chicago with “the girls” or my lady friends which would have included a show and cocktails in a hotel bar perhaps, but it was a good day.

I can take the spontaneity.  I am a bit more likely to jump than he is and we know that about each other.  I know yesterday was for me as much as it was for him to push his boundaries a bit.  After 45 years of structure it is a big change to have so many “free” hours.  We’ll get there.  We have started a list of places to visit, things to see, day trips to full on vacations.  I asked him yesterday if he wanted to go to an antique show in April, that starts on Thursday and would require some driving.  Instead of his usual “We’ll see”. (which, I’ll be honest, has driven me crazy for 40 years) he replied “Yeah, I guess we can do that, huh?”  Yes, yes we can.

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