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Tis the season to…sniff and sneeze!

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A L L E R G I E S

It’s the season with glorious beauty but also itchy eyes, sneezing and frustration. 🤥
Tree pollen.
Grass pollen.
Weed pollen.
They are each my nemesis.

I’m at my little “work space” (aka RV table) diffusing lavender, lemon, & peppermint. 💐🍋🍃

I take black seed cumin oil, vit C and quercetin. I drink nettle and holy basil tea which have natural antihistamine properties. Add in Probiotics & enzymes (allerzyme) for extra support.

If all else fails, I’ll fly myself to a beach. Maybe that should be step #1 😜

What are your secrets to survive the season?

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Sea Urchin Shells

Sea Urchin Shells remind me of springtime and sunshine. Their pastel color and intricacy resemble painted rocks. If you look from a distance, you might think someone painted the dots on a beautiful mandala. The dots indicate where the spines were previously attached. They wash on shore circular and empty, ready to be adored.

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The Fluttering

 

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The faint movement of fluttering

-butterfly wings and curtains in spring- and all that is in between

they hold such mysterious power- freedom, versatility and yielding surrender

Our senses are arrested and we are beholden

to look, to breathe, to feel with a divine intensity and clarity

If only the freshness could stay and the stagnant disappear forever

(I always think this), But then I wonder,

without the aching need of it, would we even notice the grandeur?

We discipline ourselves to relish the moment, drinking it completely.

It means we’re standing up on tippy toes and jumping up into the air like a child

trying to touch the butterfly’s flutter

And then so quickly it’s over. So quietly the evening hours are upon us.

While reading books we sit to enjoy the billowing curtains, remembering

and we unashamedly wish for it to stay this way.

This fluttering.  This majestic unassuming power.

This is the perfect awakening for which our souls patiently wait,

mirroring the journey from innocent childhood to sage reasoning in the space of a moment. 

And we realize the similarities of both.