Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Oil, Oil, No Toil, No Trouble

Welcome to the January Carnival of Natural Parenting: Experiments in Natural Family Living
This post was written for inclusion in the monthly Carnival of Natural Parenting hosted by Hobo Mama and Code Name: Mama. This month our participants have reported on weeklong trials to make their lives a little greener. Please read to the end to find a list of links to the other carnival participants.
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Natural living and I go way back. I think Fern Gully was the catalyst for me.  I was in 4th grade and I remember being so on edge about the environment.  Later, came an interest in herbal medicine.  But it wasn't until I became a mother that the ball really got rolling.  First it was about what I was putting into Zeus’s little body.  Then it was about what I was putting on it.  It is staggering, the number of ingredients in body washes, lotions, toothpastes and the like, that are akin to poisons.  I certainly wouldn't feed him these things.  And, as skin is our largest organ, I wasn't going to go slathering this junk on him either.

So, out went the mainstream bath and body products.  His body was the smallest and so the most important but I gradually came to realize that I didn’t want those things on me either.  For myself, it’s still a work in progress.  I’ve done some weird stuff along the way (well, some people think it’s weird; I think it’s pretty rad) like make my own deodorant and most recently, toothpaste.  But my favorite venture has been oil cleansing.

 Initially, I resisted because:
  • a)      It seemed like a lot of work
  • b)      I needed time to get over the whole “oil is bad for your skin” thing

I finally got on board because:
  • a)      I couldn't find any facial products with a full set of ingredients I trusted
  • b)      My skin looked terrible
  • c)       I could save money and hassle-no need for eye make-up removers, moisturizers, or other face wash

I got the how-to information from these sites.  Then I mixed my own oil and went for it.  

It felt good.  The oil was thick and smooth and the warm washcloth, relaxing.  But how was my skin going to react?  Would I be forced to squeegee the grease from my face while my skin adjusted to this new routine?  Would it even work?

Fine. No. Definitely yes.  

My face looked and felt clean after the very first go.  There was no adjustment period like there would be with "No-Poo" or something similar.  My skin reacted very well and I am pleasantly surprised.

The verdict:
My face feels amazing.  My skin is soft, it looks healthy, and it doesn’t get oily!  Before oil cleansing, if I wasn’t right on top of my facial cleansing routine my face felt like an oil slick.  It was gross.  Now, my face gets to do what it’s supposed to do.  No products stripping off all the oil and more products putting artificial moisture back in.  Just lovely skin.  I am sold.

"Change in all things is sweet"-Aristotle



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Saturday, January 7, 2012

I'm just going to cut to the chase:

Today I found out someone was 12 years older than me.  And I thought, "Wait, I thought she was in her 40's.  Oh hell".  Yep, definitely teetering dangerously on the wrong side of the decade.

I don't know why turning 30 has me all worked up (I still have 3+ months).  I remember my dad turning 30-vividly.  I remember when 30 sounded old (and it really wasn't all that long ago).  Good times with my high school friends are long gone.  Sometimes I say I haven't seen so-and-so for awhile and I realize years have elapsed.  People I think of as little kids are going to college.  An entire decade has gone by since I met Hubster.  I guess it has to do with the passage of time more than anything else.

Children will grow up.  We will grow old.  Times will change.  From sweet dreams in my teens, to clubbing in my early 20s, to marriage and babies who have grown into children.  From dorms to apartments to rental houses to a mortgage and a minivan.  From childhood crushes to a deep and abiding love and partnership with one man.  Meaningful relationships.  Growing into myself.  Peace in my choices and my lifestyle and who I am.  A real respect for the beliefs and opinions of others.

Maybe getting older isn't so bad after all.

"Age is an issue of mind over matter.  If you don't mind, it doesn't matter."-Mark Twain


Wednesday, January 4, 2012

New year, new goals

2011, I bid you aideau.  You were not kind to me and to say I'll miss you would be a lie.  Last year was a rough one.  I lost my grandfather-one of the most gentle, wonderful men I will ever have the pleasure of knowing-to cancer.  I think back on the last week of his life and I can see what an experience it was.  I was able to see more dimensions, gained a sort of clarity into the questions of life, realized that death is a part of life.  It wasn't just a sad time.  It was pivotal and complicated and I don't have the words to describe it all yet.  It changed my life.  It changed me.

My marriage went through hard times.  Having a little distance from the events of the year it's starting to make sense as to why that would have been, but at the time it only seemed hopeless and painful and futile.  Now on the other side of it I can respect what happened and feel stronger for having gone through these things together.  A post for another time, but I learned a lot from this too.   "What doesn't kill us makes us stronger" is really true, if you can see what's left behind after you've sifted through the rubbish.

But 2012 is here now and I'm feeling optimistic about the possibilities.

So, my list of goals for the year, in no particular order:

  1. Start working on embroidery.  Make cute things.  Have a craft all my own.
  2. Journal.  Just write it all down.  I know later I'll be glad I did
  3. Read 6 classics
  4. Spend less than 3 hours/day on the computer.  An hour in the morning, maybe 1/2 an hour in the afternoon, and an hour or so at night.
  5. Read every day, even if it's just for a few minutes in bed 
  6. Live slowly and deliberately
We're taking a trip to Maine this year.  I've had dreams of Maine since I was in high school.  It's our first family vacation and we've been talking about it and tentatively planning it for close to a year already.  Zeus will be 6 and Tulip will be 3 by the time we go and I feel like the timing is superb.  We're stopping at Hershey Park and Boston on the way.  I won't wax poetic about my love for Boston, but I could.  I am dearly looking forward to this trip.

I'm turning 30 in April.  I fluctuate between "Yay" and "BooHiss" on this topic.

We're going to start saving for our house in the country this year.  We have a 5-year plan.  I do enjoy the busyness of the city, all the events and restaurants and different people.  But being in the country feeds my soul.  When I'm out there I would gladly give up city life.  It doesn't even cross my mind.  It will be awhile until we have this for our own but it will be a wonderful dream realized once it happens.

"A goal without a plan is just a wish."-Antoine de Saint-Exupery
 

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