So, I have a bit of a problem. I collect lotions, potions, powders and herbs galore! I have a kitchen apothecary and a bathroom apothecary, both filled with jars of ingredients for me to choose from when I make teas or other magickal blends.
A favorite pastime is creating custom pampering concoctions from all my ingredients! One simple but very effective one is a face mask I make using only two main ingredients (sometimes I add essential oils or herbs to tweak the effects a bit one way or another though). The first ingredient is Bentonite Clay, an extremely pulling and purifying base, and the second is Apple Cider Vinegar, which is a clarifying and refreshing activator.
Together they make a cooling, green mud to slather all over your face (and decolletage too if you like)! It’s super satisfying to apply and stays well, slowly drying over time to draw out impurities as you wait.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I do! Rinse with warm water and follow with a mist or dabs of Witch Hazel (or your favorite moisturizing toner).
“What do you want to paint?” My friend asked before we entered her studio.
A huge mixed-media canvas with music-sheet Aspen trunks and brightly textured orange, yellow and gold leaves greats us as we go in. “You could help me with this,” she says, gesturing to the masterpiece.
I don’t say no but I feel a distinct pull away from contributing to her own work.
“Darkness.” I say, finally, after some awkwardly exchanged glances of uncertainty. “Well, not darkness… Like void, or a tunnel…”
“Some type of retreating vortex!” I finally exclaim after tripping over my thoughts for a moment. My friend gives me an amused, “oh really?” kind of glance.
“Yea, I mean, I don’t know what I want to paint, but that’s what it feels like…”
She doesn’t argue or try to clarify anymore before pulling out some fresh canvas for me. I suppose in a couple decades she’s had the opportunity to meet my oddities time and time again already, why should this lack of descriptive inspiration be any different?
She also advises oil paints so my medium remains malleable while I attempt to pull my art from my essence and plaster it over the crisp-white blankness of my fresh canvas.
I mix burnt umber and cobalt blue to make black, smashing the paint right into the middle of the waiting space. Swirling my brush around, I let the movements and strokes take me into a trance-like state of patient non-judgement and curiosity. Soon my brush is twirling and spinning on the pallet and then again on the canvas. Back and forth, around and around, my brush twisting dramatically to leave globs of texture and color behind.
The painting begins to emerge from within the paint: a dark rose…
Today I got to spend time with my mom, niece, nephew and sister. Mom and the kids got season passes to the amusement post in Denver and invited us Aunties along to use their free friend passes. I hadn’t realized until I got there that I hadn’t been in at least 10 years.
Most if our time was spent waiting in line for rides. Something I had forgotten the extent of in my decade away, but it didn’t matter. We were all there for more than the rides.
I enjoy spending time with my family. They are all some of my most favorite people in the world. When in line, we visited and talked among ourselves, making the amusements just the icing on the cake.
I’m so grateful for the relationships I have with my grandma, my mom, my sisters, my niece and my nephew. I feel very enriched for having so much love and support in my life. I certainly enjoy living and supporting all of them too.
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