The flitting wings of the butterfly

Feeling quiet and solemn these days. Feeling heavy weights of change and transition, the ebb and flow of societal shifts, our environment and world crying out for love and acceptance.

The joys and pains of being human in this scripted world.

Living in both heaven and hell, light and dark, both needed to exist.

Emotions fluttering like wings of a butterfly, floating along the sky, light illuminating each iridescent fold, before again it flits into the shadows, gone.

Mourning the loss of my naivete, my fleeting childhood, my innocence.

Scared to embrace the fleeting state of beingness.

Holding onto the lack that has never served me.

Desiring to step into the light fully and become the true me.

“Step forward dear one. Step towards me. Feel my strength that supports you. Cry the tears that need release. Accept the silence. Dive in. Be one with nature’s beauty. You are loved.”

It’s Avocado Time

I love avocados. Even though the same family as latex which I have an allergy to (also same as banana, kiwi and some nightshades), I adore this fruit.

Healthy fats, good protein and so versatile, which brings me to what I’m writing about today under the Healthy Living context.

My body is going through some transitions. My qi is a bit stagnant and it’s blocked in the liver. Emotionally the factor around this is unconstitutional acceptance, kindness and compassion which I’ve maybe not been doing the best of harbouring for myself lately. This I know because my skin is dry, hair is brittle (how my body shows it), plus some GI bits and such. Thyroid issues or anemia can also be culprits of these symptoms (I did just have my second iron infusion a few weeks back and the body may be taking some time to balance this heavy metal).

My hair dryness is all too noticeable, along with the pink hair which is likely a big part of the reason, and it’s needed an emergency treatment.

To find a way to moisturize outside-in (inside-out later), I thought to do the well known Google search. Up came a recipe that sounded promising but I needed to do my alchemical magic and blend a bunch together.

Hair follicles are fibers like sponges and need protein to strengthen and repair (egg) and oil to moisturize and smooth (avocado, oils). Rosemary oil promotes hair growth, lavender nourishes and repairs, and helichrysum is an antioxidant and good for the skin.

Here’s a recipe I came up with:

• 1/4 mashed ripe avocado (brown bits totally fine)
• 1 whipped organic egg
• 1 tbsp avocado, grapeseed or olive oil
• 2 tsp castor oil or another thick oil (optional)
• 1 tsp organic apple cider vinegar
• 10 drops rosemary oil*
• 5 drops lavender oil*
• 5 drops or less helichrysum oil*

Blend/whip all together with a fork and then start massaging in your hair and scalp from the roots down.

My recipe made a good half a cup and I used all of it (medium/long hair).

Put on a shower cap to keep the heat in and wait 30 minutes or longer. Wash out with a gentle shampoo and condition.

Let me know how you liked it. This will likely be a weekly thing for me until my hair is in better shape.

It feels silky and softer than it has in weeks. Also a trick to dry without heat…add small clips to the roots to aerate like below then do a fluff up by flipping hair down and poofing up the back, leaving the top with its volume through airdrying.

Finish it all off with some amazing argan oil, some natural hairspray and voila!

Also a tip is to hydrate and support from the inside out.

Eating half your body weight in grams of protein every day helps keep you strong and fit, same goes for ounces of water. If you have a hard time drinking water, checkout this awesome product Slique Essence by Young Living, which has stevia in it along with various citrus and mint oil to add to your water or as tea. I’m ordering mine today!

*I love Young Living oils and company because of their practices, how they give back, how they treat their plants, how clean their products are, how the oils and products vibrate energetically and how even though a big company chose to copy them, they stay true as the starter brand. For more information, sign up for a free Distributor (major savings) account here.

Uninspired

Lately I’ve not been feeling very inspired.

By myself.

By the world.

I’ve been feeling the heaviness of pain and suffering, and offering a smile to greet the day isn’t always an authentic or welcomed choice.

I’ve felt a bit sad, lonely, bored even.

And it’s not for the lack of people around me.

However, the consistency of connection is not something I have control over, not quite yet for myself and definitely not for others.

Everyday is about practice in connecting to self, earth and spirit and I seem to rebel against routine at times.

Seeing that I’m writing here when I felt I had nothing to say, now seems as if it was necessary.

It’s also a practice to be open, honest, authentic, vulnerable.

I choose to practice these in the ebb and flow that my emotions take me on.

Riding the wave peeps. Rising above the waves.

💖🦄🌸🧚‍♀️🌈

Perfectionism

Last Friday, May 3, I noticed that I was experiencing feelings of inadequacy. I wasn’t feeling confident. I was in a place of self judgement. It didnt feel very good.

I was headed out that evening for a birthday dinner for a dear girlfriend of mine and I noticed I was looking for acceptance. I wasn’t feeling great around what I was wearing and wasn’t loving a single thing in my closet. I pushed myself to wear something outside of my comfort zone, recognizing as I stood there in the mirror, that I was very proud of what I had accomplished. Not just in how I viewed my body, but how I didnt want to hide and that what I was doing was for myself.

I did seek approval at that dinner and talked about it to a new friend across the table.

I held my head up and shoulders back when I walked, even though a good part of me felt like hiding.

I have really realized I had been hiding a good part of my life.

As mentioned in my last post, I am focused on next-level.

A lot of this practice seems to be linked with the concept of perfectionism.

As discussed in the current book I’m reading by Brené Brown The Gifts of Imperfection – Let Go of Who You Think You’re Supposed to Be and Embrace Who You Are, I can recognize how much of my life-paralysis has been rooted in Please. Perform. Perfect.

Ech. Just writing that brings up this funny feeling in the back of my throat. An odd feeling of disgust. I have missed so many opportunities because I’ve been afraid to put anything out in the world that could be imperfect. The fear of failing (and succeeding), making mistakes and disappointing others had been a core belief a good part of my childhood.

I think we all face it.

But looking back at my life of depression, anxiety and addiction (of all kinds) was definitely created through the culprit of perfection (shame is the parent).

Bigger conversation to be had here, but I needed to acknowledge this for self right now.

I was praised for achievement and performance (grades, manners, rule-folliwing, people-pleasing, appearance). I mean really, aren’t many of us?

Somewhere along the way I adopted the belief: I am what I accomplish and how well I do so.

It’s taken a lot of reconditioning to set boundaries and be authentic while also staying vulnerable in order to connect (really noticing this last one lately). Much of this has come from exploring my fears, paying attention to my self-talk and self-improving.

As I wrote this, I sat quietly by the water drinking some home brewed kombucha, Lucy by my side, listening to Jamie Woon – Waterfront (highly recommend checking out his music).

Enjoy friends.

Gratitude

Forewarning: this is a long, twisty, stream-of-thought sort of post. It may not be followed by all, so don’t be hard on yourself or feel confused.

It’s the evening of Thursday, May 2. It was an energy balancing day. The body felt heavy and slow but I had a lot I wanted to accomplish both at work and personally.

Around lunch time my energy had tanked. I got some work done for my mom and then headed home to take miss poochy-pooch out for her walkies. She always lifts my spirits, but today was a two-coffee kinda day. Same went for a coworker of mine. I picked us up some coffees and headed back in.

It was a two-coffee kinda day.

Halfway through my almond milk cinnamon cloud macchiato, my energy started to pick up and I accomplished some big goals. By the time work was over, I had made a decision about something.

At the beginning of the week, I had decided I was going to do a yin yoga class at my old studio on Granville Island when I lived there. My body hadn’t been able to handle yoga classes (only some home-based short stretching) for the last two years due to some injuries, and I had to ask for extensions on my passes more than once. I’m grateful the studio allowed that, so it’s another reason I like to go back there.

Not only is it a lovely space set on the second floor of a pier and across the water from David Lam Park, but it’s a piece of my old neighbourhood that I really loved.

It’s reminiscent of the great big lessons I learned while living there, plus a lot of happy self-returning time.

My energy began to wane after about Tuesday. Lucy and I had gone for a walk to a local park nearby and whilst about to begin our return home, as I was walking, I was suddenly hit with a wave of energy. I swear Lucy felt it too.

I felt so heavy that I could barely lift up my legs. I slugged myself to a water fountain, grabbed some water and hung out in the shade a bit. My energy had been picking up since then but I’d been dragging.

So, as the week went on, my likelihood of heading to this class was declining by the minute. Thursday was no different. Work was slammed and, and, and, and… but I had made a commitment to myself.

Do I really need the rest, or do I need to push myself just a little? There was a bigger picture.

“Girl?” I said to myself, “If you keep saying no cuz you’re scared, where’s that gonna get you?

No where.

Where do you wanna go?

What do you wanna do?” (This related more to life in general over the yoga class, but it was what I needed to hear.)

Well, I have a good idea of what I want to do, but it’s not solid for me to act on, so, I do nothing.

I’ve decided I have to step up.

After coming back from lunch, I had my hands busy with coffee cups and one of my coworkers had the door open for me before I even got there.

I said thank you, then turned back to him as I walked down the hallway and said “That was next-level. That was really appreciated. Thanks again.”

He smiled and gleefully said “Ha ha! You’re so welcome!”

On my walk after work, this idea hit me.

“It’s time to be next level.”

“What are the next small steps I desire to take to lead me closer to my passion?”

I want to push it just a little extra.

So, I got myself to that yoga class.

It was run by a sub-you named Eric. Still a yin-class, but different than I’m used to.

And it was soooo good. It pushed me next level.

If you dont know yin, it’s the feminine practice of yoga. It’s slow and poses are held many times longer (minutes at a time).

It takes patience and a listening and deep connection with the body.

Quieting the mind takes practice. Learning to be slow takes practice. Belly breathing takes practice. Being mindful of words to self takes practice.

Many yin classes bring me to tears.

They test pieces of me that I hide due to keeping myself busy and through distracting.

I have to say, there’s something about being in community doing practice with others, that is not only so unifying, but vulnerable.

Everytime I take time to connect with self, it blooms into something so beautiful. I gently smiled with my eyes closed the entire class. I was being seen and was seeing at a whole other level.

I have begun a daily practice around Gratitude. It’s a group I joined on Facebook through a friend I follow and it’s to share 5 different things I’m grateful for, for 30 days.

Thursday gave me a lot to be thankful for.

After yoga, I took a walk around the island. I was sad about leaving there, but also so grateful that I manifested that time there on my own for a while. I had formerly lived there with a partner and loved it so much. That area was a part of me more than anywhere else I had ever lived. Vancouver is definitely my home.

I saw one person only. I loved how quiet the early mornings and evenings were on Granville Island. Right on the water, I had found the secret side on the opposite of the market and used it most days to meditate and walk Lucy off-leash.

I saw a heron and watched it for a while, as the dragon-boaters rowed by, heading into dock for the night.

The great blue heron was a strong totem for me there. They lived in the pines on the Southside of the Island. Their prehistoric sound and look enamored me, and watching their expansive wings and curved body skim over the water of False Creek always stopped me in my tracks.

They mean stability for me. Deep grounding. Strength. Longevity. Purpose. Staying the course.

Their long skinny legs so rooted to the earth and water, holding their large feathered bodies, elegantly moving along rocks at the waters edge, watching for food.

My heart was already full from class, and then this picturesque beauty showed itself.

To end the night, I had plans to meet a girlfriend for some Burgoo comfort food. We talked big topics over shared a grilled cheese and kale cesar, alongside some Grace gingerbeer and followed by strawberry cheesecake (omg so good).

I am grateful for her company, truth, vulnerability and wise words.

I’ve found it more important to make closer connections. To be less fearful of sharing my truths.

Did you know the most important human need is relationships?

This is a whole other topic to cover another time…

Have you noticed how I’m following my conceived alphabet in a very new order? 😜

“To be vulnerable is to connect. If my purpose is to love, then so it is.” ~ Jennifer Marie Luce

💖 I would love to hear from you. Positive and constructive comments and discussion is always welcome.