I wonder how often a person demonstrates who they genuinely are? I frequently find myself compensating for certain aspects of myself that others find offensive. There is a saying, “fools rush in where angels fear to tread”. I am that fool. I am opinionated and speak in haste. Amongst family members who know me well, I freely admit I am the queen of assumptions. They call me out on it regularly. But I also feel that we have the ability to “read” a person or a situation by being sensitive to the vibrations in the surrounding environment. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how a person views the situation, we must, at all costs, be politically correct. Don’t get me wrong, I am, and have been as far back as I can remember, for the underdog, the voiceless, the bullied, the minority. I’m not talking about that, but I am referring to the evolution of society as a whole. I struggle continuously in trying to fit into the world around me, but I don’t seem to have the right shape.
I understand that, as a society, we all have to compromise to show kindness and acceptance towards others who oppose us or have a different shape. But silencing our real thoughts only creates chaos within. For me, I would rather blurt out something inappropriate and have to work through that to overcome than suppress my true self. And guess what? I have, many times over. Ha!
The weather here in southern Alberta has been frigid of late. This is not the climate I would choose to live in, but family, history and familiarity trump weather. Travelling south to Mexico was wonderful, but without the people I love, it was not enough to hold me. Being a loner and a wanderer, I could happily travel often, but my heart is where my children are. They are my home, even if I only see them sporadically. (Also, travel costs money!)
So, when it is too cold to venture outdoors, I have to find things to occupy me indoors. And, while I am working on greening up my life, I spend a little too much time whiling away the hours curled up with Netflix. I recently watched a documentary about Amy Winehouse, who was indeed a gifted singer. She didn’t sing the blues; they seeped out of her. They were as much a part of her as the blood coursing through her veins. She was incredible! What was disturbing to watch was to see how those, who sought her out when she was on top of the world, ridiculed and harassed her when she was suffering such emotional pain and anguish that she tried to bury it under a drug-infused stupor. We are a vile bunch at times, we homo sapiens.
So far, on this journey to home-made, chemical-free personal care products, I have only managed to make a shaving lotion that I would consider marketable. As it was a secret Santa gift for someone at work, I didn’t get any feedback on how he liked it, but my daughter used what was left over (even though it was scented for a man, but does it matter?) and said it was the best shaving cream she had ever used. No razor bumps! And why didn’t I try it myself? I have an epilator.
I did make a fairly successful sugar scrub, but it’s so easy to make that I don’t think it is worth trying to sell. I made some body lotion that turned out so greasy that I add it to my bathwater as a moisturizing oil. I don’t have to apply lotion after bathing, and it is moisturizing enough to keep the deep winter dry skin itchies at bay. But I won’t make that recipe again. It’s a bit expensive for a bath oil. So I am still searching for a recipe for a lotion I am happy with. I have one to try this week.
Coconut Oil and Shea Butter Shaving Cream
- medium size bowl
- handheld or standup mixer
- measuring spoons and cups
- mason jar
- ¼ cup Organic Coconut Oil
- ¼ cup Unrefined Shea Butter
- ⅛ cup Extra Virgin Olive Oil
- 2 tsp Baking Soda
- 15 drops Essential Oils (optional)
- Put all ingredients into a bowl and whip with a handheld or stand up mixer until light and fluffy. This blend can also be stored at room temperature in a tightly sealed container. You can mix and match essential oils. I used about 15 drops in total.
I got a little sidetracked and made some peanut butter cakes for the birds. I’m trying to attract them to the yard so that I can photograph them. The chickadees and red-breasted nuthatches seem to like it, but they won’t stay long enough for me to get a decent photo. Maybe in the summertime, I can sit outside and wait for them.
After much deliberation, I decided to look for a roommate for Nerah. She was bored and lonely without Shalom. I knew I didn’t want a kitten. I tried to find a cat who would perhaps have a more difficult time being adopted. I found him. He is approximately seven years old and was initially taken to Heaven Can Wait Animal Rescue in High River, Alberta. However, due to physical trauma, he was then taken to the Alberta Animal Rescue Crew Society (AARCS) in Calgary, where his front right leg was surgically removed. He has been living and recovering in a foster home for about two months, during which time he fell off a chair and broke a toe on his remaining front foot. It has healed incorrectly, so it sticks out sideways, but he seems to be managing.
This poor boy has been through a lot in the past two months and is reluctant to make friends. He has been moved from place to place and has had major surgery. He now has to learn to manage with three legs, which is a little bit tricky. I was told he is prone to upper respiratory tract infections, but he is doing well on that front. Typically, URTIs show themselves during times of stress, but my boy hasn’t sneezed once since his arrival. This is his fifth day here, and he is settling down quite nicely. Nerah is easy going. I don’t have to worry about her accepting him. She is most definitely not bored anymore. After several days of growling, Raffi (short for Raphael) is warming up to Nerah. Hannah (my youngest, who is staying with me at present) and I have caught them playing a couple of times. In those moments, my heart feels all rosy.