Healthy Mind, Body and Soul

Since my diagnosis with Celiac Disease close to two years ago; I’ve started to be grateful for what I initially thought was going to be a burden. Having to read every food package got me interested in the ingredients of everything else that I was using.

It seemed surreal that the more research I did, the more I realized that gluten is in a lot more places than I originally thought and that most products that were available on the market for hair care, skin care and over all wellness were more show than substance.

Encouragement to embrace my hair and more natural products also came from someone a bit closer to home, my name twin and co-worker so, I decided to be a bit better to my body from the outside in and the inside out. The added benefits? I looked for small businesses, up and coming who were taking advantage of a more organic and healthy way do all the things that your fancy french lotions can.

It started with soap and expanded outward. I’ll post a few photos of my forays into soaps, skin care and hair care.

Hair and Skin Care: http://www.whippedgoods.com
Soaps and Bath Bombs: http://champdefleurs.tictail.com/

Skin RelatedHair BoxSoaps

 

Has it made a difference? Yes. Without a doubt it has. I’ve noticed the difference in the way my skin feels (soaps) and the way it holds and maintains moisture now because of the Cocoa Butter Mama from Whipped.  When ordering from Whipped I would advise you to try to boxes as they have a bit of everything so you can get to know the product. I started with the Love Box (skin related) and the Hair Box. I have separate orders for the items I fell in love with. Way too…may orders. I’m trying to prevent myself for buying one of each product available on the site.

For the soaps; I came across this lovely entrepreneur via IG and while I was skeptical at first I was completely won over from my first order. She includes hand crafted notes with words of encouragement with every order. Each bath bomb came with an inspirational message on dissolving paper. It was beautiful and sometimes you just need the pick me up.  It’s made it a bit hard for me to now use store-bought soap!

The motto for this year and onward is to definitely not only be mindful of what I’m eating; how I nourish myself in every way is important. I look forward to this new part of my self discovery and hope that I can take care of myself better from the inside out.

Wanderlust

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/the-wanderer/

My love for travel is second only to water; my Mother worked at the Consulate for our Island so I was exposed to the idea of this vast world quite early.

It’s always been my dream to visit all of the UNESCO World Heritage Sites.

Not sure what a UNESCO Heritage Site is?
Criteria for Selection: http://whc.unesco.org/en/criteria/

To be included on the World Heritage List, sites must be of outstanding universal value and meet at least one out of ten selection criteria. These criteria are explained in the Operational Guidelines for the Implementation of the World Heritage Convention which, besides the text of the Convention, is the main working tool on World Heritage. The criteria are regularly revised by the Committee to reflect the evolution of the World Heritage concept itself.

 

View list by Country: http://whc.unesco.org/en/list/

Since I don’t currently have the disposable income to travel the world to fulfill this dream; my revised plan of action is to start with more local sites and work my way up.

I’m particularly interested in the sites listed in the Caribbean and South America as it would also be a part of my own culture that I’m learning in the process.

Before I start on the local (U.S.) World Heritage Sites; I do need to explore NYC a bit and possibly find a travel buddy.

Any volunteers?

 

This is why we’re here….

I came, I saw, I read and now I’m trying to write would be the best way to sum it up but summation won’t work here.

 

I recently deleted my “About Me” Pages; it was timely not only for this assignment but for the metamorphosis I would like to document on my blog.

 

I’ve been a blogger for a long time, but not for longer than I’ve aspired to write. The reasons have changed, the drive and passion has changed but that is one constant. I’m not a visual artist; visual creativity boggles my mind and while it’s more appealing to me sometimes; I can’t deny that I have no talent or skill for it. Writing has always been my strong point.

 

The issue that I’m having now; as an amateur writer and self-proclaimed bibliophile is that I feel like it has forced me into this one dimensional space with my blog. I aspire to create a space here that accurately reflects all of my interests, hobbies and passions; of course, reading and writing will be at the forefront but I feel like I’ve cheated myself of wholeness here.

 

I hope that with these realizations and my periodic feelings of bravery that I will share more of myself and further the idea that bloggers who happen to be women can write about varied topics, have a genuine love for many things and reconcile that in one place.

 

I’m open to new experiences, new ideas and to a new me.  There is a possibility that the followers I have gained over the years who know me for my writing / writing prompts and general book updates will be less interested in my blog but that won’t supersede the feeling of accomplishment I’ll have when I feel as whole on paper as I’m starting to feel in my day to day life.

 

It’s been tough but growing pains generally are for the better.  I’m here to grow and I’d like to find like-minded people along the way. See you soon.

Sadderday

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/saturday-night/

work throughout the weekends so Saturdays for me a weeknight as opposed to really feeling like the weekend. Unfortunately my friends with real careers and decent jobs generally have the weekends off. (Who am I kidding, I don’t have friends) The issue is that most cool events, shows, kick-backs and most fun things happen generally on a Saturday and I get off work too late to enjoy or it have the energy to push myself to go.

I’m off Mondays and Tuesdays. Yes. The beginning of the work week when no one wants to hang out because well…they just got back to work.

Clearly my social life has suffered but if we’re being honest anxiety and the fear of the unknown also plays a huge roll in my lack of socialization beyond work, classes and the very few friends and acquaintances I have.

My favorite thing to do on a Saturday is play video games, catching up on shows, reading and hopefully writing but I’m hopeful that as it gets warmer I can convince myself to push past the tired and get involved more in the things that I like in real life versus behind the computer or a console. It also allows me to spend some time with my Husband as our schedules are very different.

Work has become consuming, monotonous and negative; things that do not sit well trying to work on your happiness and creativity but I remind myself that there are lots of people who find balance and I would very much like to be one of them.

Gabriel García Márquez

While I knew he had been ailing for years, I never reconciled that knowledge with the natural eventuality of death. For me, he was a living champion of culture, of words, of language and of beauty that can only be captured by his pen.

I haven’t cried yet, but the tears are coming. Finishing 100 Years of Solitude after years of trying and failing to get into it was a soothing balm for my soul. It snapped me into a view of myself I’d never wanted to know, and it encouraged me to start writing again.

The sting of this loss will haunt us all for a while; those of us that were touched by his work and voice.

Rest well.

 

 

Sonnet XXI

So is it not with me as with that Muse
Stirr’d by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heaven itself for ornament doth use
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse
Making a couplement of proud compare,
With sun and moon, with earth and sea’s rich gems,
With April’s first-born flowers, and all things rare
That heaven’s air in this huge rondure hems.
O’ let me, true in love, but truly write,
And then believe me, my love is as fair
As any mother’s child, though not so bright
As those gold candles fix’d in heaven’s air:
Let them say more than like of hearsay well;
I will not praise that purpose not to sell.

William Shakespeare

By far, one of my favorites.