We're beginning to pink up a bit over here. This weekend has been quiet and healing, just what was needed. So much so, that right in this moment, I have to make a grateful list.
*For dead sea salt. In our baths, up my nose, in the misty Vick's Inhalation Steamer that specifies not to add anything to it.
*For daikon radish, carrots, celery, broth, roasted chicken in cast iron and B's magical spices that made it the rockingest soup ever.
*For lavender, lemon, eucalyptus, sweet orange and tea tree oils. You guys are so wonderful together in a bit pan of water on the stove. Thank you for your sweet, antiseptic aroma.
*For bath forts and beautiful fabric tacked into the ceiling and the husband that lights fig and current candles and sends me in to sink in with headphones for as long as I wish.
*For friends I'd hack my arm off to be neighbors with, and those I cry for when I find out our gathering is cancelled…again.
*For almond cardamom honeyed caramels and the goddess who keeps them on my desk.
*For wee little spring goddesses who are about to turn one and believe, with full conviction, that the world is her oyster.
*For a young violinist who, despite his intense lack of energy, found many ways to make his sister laugh from his permanent position on the couch.
*For meditations on aforementioned headphones and visions of full, playful, soul expression dancing in my fuzzy head.
*For lucid dreams that do my healing work for me since I don't feel up to working on it during my waking hours.
*For spirit guides and animals who show up again and again, to bring messages I can really use.
*For false Spring and rain, for perfect Bachian windchimes, and warm dogs like heating pads under the covers, for loves coming to this coast for a season, and for inspiration everywhere…