Life giving water. Every day, several days a week, we drink water throughout the day. The focus being, the replacement of the water we lost on that given day, or days before.
The consensus seems to be around 73-78 percent of water-bound human bodies in existence as we know it. So, staying hydrated is totally essential for our most robust life, or lack thereof, a life threatening possibility.
When I was divinely guided to make this spray with only 4 ingredients, it seemed simple. Uncomplicated. Water is the unspoken life-giver, that we often overlook.
Whether you’re a great swimmer, make trips to the beach, an adventurous pirate seeking ocean thrills, or cruising on luxury boats, being in/ on the water is a must for some.
Some people, are happy with bottles of water that they carry around. My spritz, gives immediate miniature moments of ocean spray, only in a bottle with sea salt, holy water from the river Jordan, and lavender essential oil.
I carry a 1oz bottle in my purse and am loving spraying lavishly in my surroundings, wherever I may be. May you also find your happy water place!
Unplugged. Undone. Underscored. Uneven. Understood. There really is no assigned day to be unplugged. If it’s not physical/electrical/digital, it’s mental.
And the mental connection is what matters to me today. It’s nice when you can pull a plug from the wall. Or, power off your phone and digital devices. But my brain? Your brain? How? How to unplug? Do you even want to?
I want to. Meditation is always the best and quickest way for me. But performing mindless tasks is also effective. Washing dishes, laundry, sweeping, vacuuming… Anything that has a repetitive movement feels great. It’s that time when my mind wanders. When I’m free to flow mentally and physically at the same time.
That’s my goal today; my first day of March. How else will I welcome and make space for new growth? Many blessings, Sandi. 🙏🏼
One time, a few years back, I tried to cut a chain that was locked on my parent’s gate. The key to the lock couldn’t be found. The links were thick, and the chain cutter I tried to use, was difficult and awkward to maneuver. I thought maybe I wasn’t putting my back into it enough.
So, was it the human element in breaking the chain gone amiss, or was it the wrong tool? Maybe I should’ve tried helping my parent’s find the key with more effort, or maybe the gates shouldn’t have been locked that day?
Chains for me have always felt like an element of entrapment. I wanted to remind myself, and hopefully you, as the reader, that chains come in many different forms: Fear, scarcity, disillusioned obligations, lies, manipulation, and – fill in the blanks.
As the year 2020 wraps up, I see now how I have inadvertently broken many chains. I call this blessings in disguise. I plan to use these opportunities for growth, personal evolution, personal revolution, and creative new beginnings. What about you?