Archive for the ‘Holistic Skincare’ Category
written by Raulla S. Mitchell
Amidst all the spiritual gratitude, bliss and goodness we share with our family and friends at this time of year, our holiday schedules begin to rev up, responsibilities to others pile up, and potential chaos can quickly send our heads spinning, creating stressful or anxious feelings which we know are not good for our skin. Stress has been shown to be at the root of many chronic illnesses, and can not only result in skin sensitivities, irritations and eruptions, but is a primary cause of premature aging. Who wants any of this? Not us!
Our skin, the largest organ of our body, reflects what is going on below the surface physically and emotionally. If you notice your skin acting up, don’t panic. Maybe it’s just time to take a look at your lifestyle choices this time of year. Your skin is your best friend, and she’s trying to tell you something important.4 ways to reduce and manage holiday stress and recharge our emotional batteries: → Read more
“The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect, but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the objects it loves.”Carl Jung (psychologist)
How do you celebrate Halloween?
Do you dress up in a fave silly or ghoulish costume for a party?
Do you toss together something last min to surprise unsuspecting trick-or-treaters when you open your door?
Do you chaperone the kids (and dog, in costume too), joining in their shrieks of laughter and calls to each other as they run in the dark from home to home in your neighborhood?
For years, I used to dress as Wilma Flintstone. My husband as her stone age hubbie Fred. Our next door neighbor created these costumes for us.
One year my Fred no longer wanted to go barefoot. He determined that an oversized bright orange tunic with black patches and a royal blue tie were sufficient to signify Fred, without his big bare feet at the bottom.
That was the year of our descent from full-on Wilma & Fred, as I recall it.
Who IS Fred with shoes on? He’s NOT Fred, that’s who.
Wilma’s white jig-jag bottom white dress has shrunk over the years. Maybe, I’ve put on a few, or things have shifted… No, it’s shrunk.
I choose to thrive in the land of deNile. Free choice is a good thing.
My other sartorial option: a femme fatale vampire feline – homage to Don Taylor’s 1977 flick “The Island of Dr. Moreau”.
Cinephiles, or femmes d’un certain age, remember, Dr. Moreau, the mad scientist who experimented with inter-species breeding on his lost island filled with the sounds, dreams and nightmares of human-tiger-leopard-jaguar creatures, starring the gorgeous Barbara Carrera? Unforgettable.
I searched far and wide and finally discovered a beautiful faux fur black tail and leopard ears to pair with a royal purple velvet hooded victorian cape. My ancestral Romanian-Ukrainian-Lithuanian-Russian DNA (black hair and anemic complexion, a natural Goth) brings me nearly to completion without much make-up beyond a good pair of fangs. Not all fangs were created equal. Some are better than others, and you get what you pay for where fangs are concerned.
For those of you who know me, any other ideas?
Any plans to dress up this year?
Please tell me that you still leap into the spirit of Halloween dress-up!
The last thing I have to say about dressing up for Halloween is “pourquoi pas?”
When is there a better excuse to dress up and pretend to be someone else, even if just for one night?
Come on, have some fun, let out those primal screams, giggles, roars,.. – You know you want to!
Remember: play is instinctual and vital to the creative spirit. Why wait? If not now, when? → Read more
written by Raulla S. Mitchell
You’ve had a wonderful busy week, and now it’s time for YOU.
Halloween costumes for my daughter, myself and our dog (what can I say, HomeGoods had an irresistible canine cow costume, which I promise wasn’t the reason I went there – it was a tablecloth which I couldn’t find, but the costume had our dog Sugar’s name all over it, in my vision, if not in Sugar’s), bags of Hershey’s, Nestle Crunch, Snickers, Red Licorice and Starbursts (that should be anywhere but on our dining room table within my reach – I’m chewing a lemon Starbust as I write this – yumm…),Frankenstein’s illuminated head and hands rise from his grave of leaves along our walkway…
Squirrels know it’s over. Our large oak tree sends acorns spilling everywhere, bounty for a bevy of bushy-tailed hearty squirrels who quickly discover our outdoor pumpkins every year. They’ve make considerable progress taking apart my daughters ornately carved, painted and decorated pumpkins, pull off the wooden witch head inserted at top to make room for mucho nibbling. They’ll eventually make a total mushy mess of no longer recognizable Jack O’Lanterns, and only then will I remove them from the stoop. Right now, I let the viewing and feast planning to gain momentum.
I adore the only holiday that encourages you to transform yourself into someone else for a night. It’s primal. It’s creative. It’s dreamy. It’s freaky. It’s whoever you are or want to be, just for a night. Like fragrance, they’re memories that I want to linger.
Sometimes, my m.o. is why not flow from one holiday to the next? Abrupt transitions imply that one can’t wait to be rid of something that brought joy just a short time ago. I leave old Frankenstein’s head and hands crawling out of the ground out there, long after Halloween is over. He makes me smile. Why not make more days feel like holidays? The calendar may say one thing, but allow your heart to feel whatever it desires. How about you?
Okay, back to YOU TIME and fragrance chat. We promised. We’ll deliver.