Thanks to Lu, I learned about the Storybird website where you can create children's books using the work of other artists. I created a story shortly after Lu told me about it, but I left it in limbo. Today, I decided to revisit it. The link is below. It's very short and my best guess is it's geared for children between 4 to 6, but I'm not sure.
Thanks Lu!
http://storybird.com/books/belindas-adventure/
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Chores and a Hike
Yesterday when I woke, I knew that I would have to keep myself on task. I had a lot of chores to do: Cleaning, rearranging, laundry, and schoolwork. I purposefully kept the computer off because it’s easy for me to get side tracked. I began moving things from behind the closet door, so that I could get to my shelf that has writing and poetry books. I was putting books back, but as I sat there with knees folded under, I decided to pick a handful of poetry books one at a time and read a few poems from each out loud. I noticed that depending on which poem I was reading, I would change how I read it but it just happened. In those moments, any aches and pains that my body felt upon awakening, disappeared. I felt pure joy at such a simple activity in the midst of my cleaning day.
I promised myself that if I got my chores done, I would take a hike. I saw that it was already a lovely day: Blue skies and wispy clouds. I felt good about what I got done because neglecting my responsibilities was starting to make me feel bad. I’ve never enjoyed cleaning much, and I’ll do it, but sometimes I let the task go for too long. I leave things out of their place for too long, allow the dishes to pile too high. And so, I hope to get into a better rhythm and start doing a better job. The good news is I did my tasks mindfully and was able to find the joy in it after all. I stopped to move my body to the music in the background occasionally, and I also had no music for part of the earlier morning, so that I was completely with myself in the quiet, and I could better hear the many different birds singing to the new day. They always start my day off in the best of directions.
The hike was the perfect end to the day.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Remembrance
It’s been a long time since I’ve visited my mother at the cemetery. I never felt the need, since she is so much a part of me, but it’s been on my mind lately, especially since this is the month of her passing, and I always forget the exact date she left us. Perhaps the exact date is not relevant. It is the remembering of her and the feeling of connecting with her through my writing and thoughts—through my life that is relevant.
This is also the month that will mark a year that my dearly beloved passed to the other realm, and I must say that when he took his leave—as time went on—it was as though he and my mother became one and that there was a peace that I cannot describe. I know that they are in good hands, better hands than is possible here for them in this earthly realm. I often speak to them about different things and I also see them in my mind’s eye sitting together, having tea, talking, and looking down upon me and grandmother there in her rocking chair. Together, they guide and sustain me. They are my fire—deep spirit internalized—completion.
My beloved, though, is my strongest driving spiritual force in all of my endeavors since his passing. It is my mother and grandmother that offer a sense of balance, since they have been with me in spirit for so long now. Until I join them all, I carry them with me always with love and care.
Rest In Peace ~ Descanse en Paz.
This is also the month that will mark a year that my dearly beloved passed to the other realm, and I must say that when he took his leave—as time went on—it was as though he and my mother became one and that there was a peace that I cannot describe. I know that they are in good hands, better hands than is possible here for them in this earthly realm. I often speak to them about different things and I also see them in my mind’s eye sitting together, having tea, talking, and looking down upon me and grandmother there in her rocking chair. Together, they guide and sustain me. They are my fire—deep spirit internalized—completion.
My beloved, though, is my strongest driving spiritual force in all of my endeavors since his passing. It is my mother and grandmother that offer a sense of balance, since they have been with me in spirit for so long now. Until I join them all, I carry them with me always with love and care.
Rest In Peace ~ Descanse en Paz.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Watching the Day
I sit on a white porcelain plate
Ten times the size of my body.
It spins slowly through the sky.
As I sit on the edge, I see trails
in the hills, the many lanes the deer
have carved across a white sky.
With my eyes, body, and
soul, I absorb nature’s strength this
Monday morning. I see the great Buck,
cautiously leading his family in the hills.
His tail twirls, his head is low as he nibbles on
some treat he has found. He gives his head
A shake, his antlers move from side to side.
He moves along. His strong stance and majestic antlers
Trail behind. The large spinning plate
Swooshes back, through the trees, brought to rest.
Ten times the size of my body.
It spins slowly through the sky.
As I sit on the edge, I see trails
in the hills, the many lanes the deer
have carved across a white sky.
With my eyes, body, and
soul, I absorb nature’s strength this
Monday morning. I see the great Buck,
cautiously leading his family in the hills.
His tail twirls, his head is low as he nibbles on
some treat he has found. He gives his head
A shake, his antlers move from side to side.
He moves along. His strong stance and majestic antlers
Trail behind. The large spinning plate
Swooshes back, through the trees, brought to rest.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Scriptwriting class ~ Tidbit
We have only written two short scenes so far, but I can see how writing a complete screenplay is no easy task. It’s difficult enough to write one scene in five beats of action!
Last week our second scene assignment was to write a scene in five beats of action with characters this time, but no dialogue. The instructor suggested we go back to childhood or to someone else’s childhood. I searched my memory for a visual scene and I chose one. I tend to choose those that have feeling attached. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to move it with “action,” but I tried. This one had a similar mood about it, but how I wrote it was slightly different. I didn’t want to name the mother and daughter because it was my memory, but of course I must name the characters next time; and it seems I wrote it in a staccato fashion, at least that’s how it feels to me.
I won’t receive the instructor’s written comments until next week, but he and others definitely felt I needed character development. I didn’t have enough to show more about them.
The idea was to write a scene that could be filmed without dialogue, which I did not entirely realize to begin with—silly me, I know. Anyway, he said that he felt the scene had a European feel to it and that though dialogue would be helpful to this scene, he could see how with gestures, it could be filmed without dialogue.
I received a good amount of constructive feedback especially with regard to character development and needing more action. It’s a fun process. I seem to be able to create a sense of place from the feedback I received, now I have to work on the people that fill the space.
Here is my scene:
EXT. ELEMENTARY SCHOOL – DAY
It’s raining hard. Mother is driving daughter to kindergarten. Daughter doesn’t want to go to school today and she tells her mom she’s not feeling well. They wait at the stop sign before they can turn right. There are houses on the streets, the elementary school is on the corner of the block.
Daughter is overly dressed in a pink and blue snow suit as if she’s ready to go to the snow. She sits in the front seat. Mother turns the car slowly from the stop sign to the street. The fog and rain make it difficult to see.
Driving slowly, the front of the school is to the right. There is a park to the left across the street. Daughter sees many school children getting out of cars, crossing in a frenzy, trying to get out of the rain. The sound of the windshield wipers seems to grow louder.
Mother looks briefly to daughter to see if she’s sure she doesn’t want to go to school today. Daughter is fixated on something. Mother continues driving at a slow pace. It is a sea of children darting in between cars. They both hear a thump and they see hands go up.
They sit there, it seems, motionless, only the sound of the windshield wipers, rain, and people crowding around the car. Time seems to have stopped. For a moment there is a deep hush.
Last week our second scene assignment was to write a scene in five beats of action with characters this time, but no dialogue. The instructor suggested we go back to childhood or to someone else’s childhood. I searched my memory for a visual scene and I chose one. I tend to choose those that have feeling attached. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to move it with “action,” but I tried. This one had a similar mood about it, but how I wrote it was slightly different. I didn’t want to name the mother and daughter because it was my memory, but of course I must name the characters next time; and it seems I wrote it in a staccato fashion, at least that’s how it feels to me.
I won’t receive the instructor’s written comments until next week, but he and others definitely felt I needed character development. I didn’t have enough to show more about them.
The idea was to write a scene that could be filmed without dialogue, which I did not entirely realize to begin with—silly me, I know. Anyway, he said that he felt the scene had a European feel to it and that though dialogue would be helpful to this scene, he could see how with gestures, it could be filmed without dialogue.
I received a good amount of constructive feedback especially with regard to character development and needing more action. It’s a fun process. I seem to be able to create a sense of place from the feedback I received, now I have to work on the people that fill the space.
Here is my scene:
EXT. ELEMENTARY SCHOOL – DAY
It’s raining hard. Mother is driving daughter to kindergarten. Daughter doesn’t want to go to school today and she tells her mom she’s not feeling well. They wait at the stop sign before they can turn right. There are houses on the streets, the elementary school is on the corner of the block.
Daughter is overly dressed in a pink and blue snow suit as if she’s ready to go to the snow. She sits in the front seat. Mother turns the car slowly from the stop sign to the street. The fog and rain make it difficult to see.
Driving slowly, the front of the school is to the right. There is a park to the left across the street. Daughter sees many school children getting out of cars, crossing in a frenzy, trying to get out of the rain. The sound of the windshield wipers seems to grow louder.
Mother looks briefly to daughter to see if she’s sure she doesn’t want to go to school today. Daughter is fixated on something. Mother continues driving at a slow pace. It is a sea of children darting in between cars. They both hear a thump and they see hands go up.
They sit there, it seems, motionless, only the sound of the windshield wipers, rain, and people crowding around the car. Time seems to have stopped. For a moment there is a deep hush.
Friday, September 17, 2010
A Theme Revisited ~ Water Trickles
I remember sitting in my childhood home in the hallway within the doorframe of my room, sitting on scuffed up wooden floors, back against one side of the frame, feet propped against the other. There I sat, trying to read a book with only words. It was a Flintstones book. I must have been 8 or 9. I kept reading the same paragraph over and over again; nothing was sinking in, and I was becoming frustrated. What was wrong with me? By now I should be able to read and retain, to see images from these words. I took that book, closed it tight, stood up, screamed out, and threw that book hard against the wall and watched it fall.
I cannot recall the books, if any, I read shortly after that. I do have this sense that I took a long break from trying to read on my own. I remember that after my mother passed way, I found myself looking through a book that belonged to my older brother. It was a big book of Plato’s dialogues. I remember turning the onion skin pages to see what was there. I don’t know that I made it very far, but somehow, two of Socrates’ thoughts made an impression on me that at the time I didn’t realize. His quote that “All I know is that I know nothing” spoke to me and it has stayed with me ever since. The other thought that stuck with me, but that I did not realize until I set out here is his wisdom to “Question everything.” But you see, because memory plays tricks, I don’t know if I skimmed the book or what happened, but I do recall from that brief exposure with that book, and its onion skin pages, something happened inside of me that I wouldn’t realize until life continued happening. The other book I started to browse through was a psychology book. A young girl of twelve or thirteen, right at that tender threshold. I was in search of answers—in search of truth—those elements that were absent in my childhood. So much hidden. Little did I know then, that these few peeks into these books would stick with me somehow, would be my saviors down the road, as I bumped into different guides along the way.
In looking back and trying to give form to the experience as it unfolded, all I can remember—or rather a feeling that I have—is of some boot pressed firmly upon my back, upon my very soul, but something in me always said, “No!” It’s not easy to pinpoint when exactly my well opened and started to flow, but when it gradually did, it came gushing out and I grabbed and reached for every bit of knowledge that I could, but I always kept that quote in the front of my mind to remind me not to get carried away by my by own delusions, by this thing called knowledge. That it’s all there, always has been, waiting for each individual to come upon and to try on, to spit out and make their own and then throw it out, not become owned or defined by it. I always had this rebellious side that I learned to reel in—that became humbled with time and there is still much that time has in store for me— and what a sight—to behold oneself as a beautiful creature that must flourish, must thrive—to embrace oneself; and at the same time, memory: The reminder that a firm hand must be planted upon the tigress’s head, to keep life in perspective, to not be whisked away, washed down that well, forever lost.
I sought to understand. I listened to people, I observed people. I tried to understand my own mother, people in general, myself, humanity, from the small view from my little world. It was a start. My world was becoming large through my imagination. Large because it’s not just my world, it is a world made up of everyone and everything, all the paths and conversations, twists and turns, and of the books that spoke to me later in life and that heed me on.
I have grown into my skin and it has been a long process, one that seems slow and yet it seems to whiz right by, one that continues every moment. This transformation has hinged on reading and writing. I have become a layer within the layers of time and I have grown the confidence in myself and appreciate the act of reading and writing in a way that I can only show by being immersed in it every moment I can. When something does not come easy, the gifts take on a different type of meaning. For me, I have a high school report card full of F’s and D’s and an early college transcript of F’s and W’s—more reminders. What was it in me that kept getting up and getting up? A combination of experiences and inner fire, I’m sure. I always come back to this because it is such an awful feeling to not be able to write complete sentences and to not even be able to build one’s thoughts into a coherent whole. This is especially difficult for a person that has much they need to spill out to only a trusted page. To know that once I could not and then with time, I could—that I could both read and write—is humbling and also a most proud feeling—and at the same time to have found one’s voice inside the great deep silence.
And with this transformation, I realize it is time to give back and through the career and life planning course, my passions have only been affirmed. Along with a few other synchronistic nudges, I’ve realized, too, that I don’t need to get paid to do what I love because I love it. I’ve always known there is a teacher inside of me, but I didn’t have the courage to follow through, didn’t have direction, had other emotional hurdles to heal, and I also didn’t know the right environment. I have decided to revisit a volunteer opportunity that I’ve crossed roads with before, but was too scared and not ready to commit, so I didn’t. But now, I feel more ready than ever. I have submitted my application to become a volunteer tutor to assist adults achieve their literacy goals in both reading and writing. I will wait to see. It’s another beginning in the world of passages and watering wells.
I cannot recall the books, if any, I read shortly after that. I do have this sense that I took a long break from trying to read on my own. I remember that after my mother passed way, I found myself looking through a book that belonged to my older brother. It was a big book of Plato’s dialogues. I remember turning the onion skin pages to see what was there. I don’t know that I made it very far, but somehow, two of Socrates’ thoughts made an impression on me that at the time I didn’t realize. His quote that “All I know is that I know nothing” spoke to me and it has stayed with me ever since. The other thought that stuck with me, but that I did not realize until I set out here is his wisdom to “Question everything.” But you see, because memory plays tricks, I don’t know if I skimmed the book or what happened, but I do recall from that brief exposure with that book, and its onion skin pages, something happened inside of me that I wouldn’t realize until life continued happening. The other book I started to browse through was a psychology book. A young girl of twelve or thirteen, right at that tender threshold. I was in search of answers—in search of truth—those elements that were absent in my childhood. So much hidden. Little did I know then, that these few peeks into these books would stick with me somehow, would be my saviors down the road, as I bumped into different guides along the way.
In looking back and trying to give form to the experience as it unfolded, all I can remember—or rather a feeling that I have—is of some boot pressed firmly upon my back, upon my very soul, but something in me always said, “No!” It’s not easy to pinpoint when exactly my well opened and started to flow, but when it gradually did, it came gushing out and I grabbed and reached for every bit of knowledge that I could, but I always kept that quote in the front of my mind to remind me not to get carried away by my by own delusions, by this thing called knowledge. That it’s all there, always has been, waiting for each individual to come upon and to try on, to spit out and make their own and then throw it out, not become owned or defined by it. I always had this rebellious side that I learned to reel in—that became humbled with time and there is still much that time has in store for me— and what a sight—to behold oneself as a beautiful creature that must flourish, must thrive—to embrace oneself; and at the same time, memory: The reminder that a firm hand must be planted upon the tigress’s head, to keep life in perspective, to not be whisked away, washed down that well, forever lost.
I sought to understand. I listened to people, I observed people. I tried to understand my own mother, people in general, myself, humanity, from the small view from my little world. It was a start. My world was becoming large through my imagination. Large because it’s not just my world, it is a world made up of everyone and everything, all the paths and conversations, twists and turns, and of the books that spoke to me later in life and that heed me on.
I have grown into my skin and it has been a long process, one that seems slow and yet it seems to whiz right by, one that continues every moment. This transformation has hinged on reading and writing. I have become a layer within the layers of time and I have grown the confidence in myself and appreciate the act of reading and writing in a way that I can only show by being immersed in it every moment I can. When something does not come easy, the gifts take on a different type of meaning. For me, I have a high school report card full of F’s and D’s and an early college transcript of F’s and W’s—more reminders. What was it in me that kept getting up and getting up? A combination of experiences and inner fire, I’m sure. I always come back to this because it is such an awful feeling to not be able to write complete sentences and to not even be able to build one’s thoughts into a coherent whole. This is especially difficult for a person that has much they need to spill out to only a trusted page. To know that once I could not and then with time, I could—that I could both read and write—is humbling and also a most proud feeling—and at the same time to have found one’s voice inside the great deep silence.
And with this transformation, I realize it is time to give back and through the career and life planning course, my passions have only been affirmed. Along with a few other synchronistic nudges, I’ve realized, too, that I don’t need to get paid to do what I love because I love it. I’ve always known there is a teacher inside of me, but I didn’t have the courage to follow through, didn’t have direction, had other emotional hurdles to heal, and I also didn’t know the right environment. I have decided to revisit a volunteer opportunity that I’ve crossed roads with before, but was too scared and not ready to commit, so I didn’t. But now, I feel more ready than ever. I have submitted my application to become a volunteer tutor to assist adults achieve their literacy goals in both reading and writing. I will wait to see. It’s another beginning in the world of passages and watering wells.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Essential Oil Spotlight: Lavandula
Close your eyes and immerse all of your senses in a field of rows upon rows of lavender. Feel the texture as each floret caresses your skin and the breeze rises up with the calming aroma of sweet woodsy floral notes. Relax your muscles, breathe in deeply, and allow your out breath to flow effortlessly, as you feel yourself becoming more relaxed with each breath.
Lavender has long been know to have many healing properties. It dates back thousands of years to the Egyptians, Romans, and Greeks. Lavender is one of the most popular of the essential oils due to its versatility and safety of use. One of the few essential oils that can be applied directly to the skin, lavender is soothing, calming, and relaxing.
Lavender’s complex chemical structure makes it a versatile plant. “Perhaps the most important property of Lavender oil is its ability to restore unbalanced states – whether of mind or body – to that state of balance in which healing can take place,” writes Patricia Davis, author of Aromatherapy: A-Z.
It is the French chemist René-Maurice Gattefossé that we can thank for realizing the healing properties of lavender and other essential oils. “After burning his hand in a laboratory accident, he plunged his arm into some lavender essential oil. The miraculous effectiveness of lavender in healing his burn led him to further research essential oils, and to use the term aromathérapie for the first time in a scientific paper in 1928, ” writes Gill Farrer-Halls author of The Aromatherapy Bible.
~~
Aromatherapy is the
application of essential oils
for therapeutic purposes
~~
Although lavender is one of the safest of the essential oils, and it is one of the few essential oils that can be applied directly to the skin, it is best for pregnant or nursing women to avoid it altogether. There are no other known cautions.
Before using lavender oil, you may want to make sure you like the scent. For some, essential oil of lavender may be overwhelming.
Having trouble falling asleep? Try placing a few drops of lavender oil on your pillow. Or place a few drops on a small washcloth and keep that under or near your pillow.
If you have a headache or feel one coming on, try rubbing a couple of drops on your temples, or apply a cold compress of lavender to your forehead or back of your neck.
To relieve the tensions of the day, try rubbing a couple of drops on your temples, lie down in a comfortable position, and breath in the aroma.
Prefer a bath? Try adding a few drops of lavender oil to your bath water as a soothing alternative to relieve tension and induce relaxation.
If it’s in your budget, try a massage for total relaxation. The use of lavender oil in massage therapy is common and very beneficial for sore muscles and creating deep states of relaxation. “One of the most important uses of lavender is for the relief of muscular pain, whatever the cause,” Davis writes.
There are many ways to purchase essential oils: Whole Foods Market, health food stores, online. It is best if the essential oils is “pure” and not synthetic. Essential oil has a light consistency and is not oily. Essential oil feels light when rubbed on the skin. Oils are best kept in a dark, cool spot. Some lavender oils smell slightly different than others, depending on the type.
Purchase essential oils from a retailer that is knowledgeable about essential oils, so that they can answer your questions. You may have a small soap and bath shop in your area that sells essential oils and other lavender products.
Whether you enjoy the sweet smell of lavender or its calming properties, this complex flower offers itself as a natural remedy for relaxation and self-healing.
~~
From Essential Aromatherapy: A Pocket Guide to Essential Oils & Aromatherapy:
The name is derived from the Roman word lavera, ‘to wash’ as the Romans used the flowers in their baths.
~~
Most valuable uses:
-Cuts
-Burns
-Dermatitis
-Eczema
-Sunburn
-Insect bites
-Migraine
-Insomnia
-Infections
-Anxiety
-Tension
~~
Interesting note from The Art of Aromatherapy: A Guide to Using Essential Oils for Health and Relaxation:
During Elizabethan times the aromatic oil of lavender was rubbed into oak furniture to give a high gloss. Apart from the enjoyable scent, lavender provided a powerful weapon against moths, fleas, silverfish, and flies. Commercial perfume houses still use essential oil of lavender as the basic ingredient of many fragrances.
**
I originally wrote this a few years ago as part of a feature writing class in the journalism department. When I was done with this, my final draft, the instructor said I might try to sell it to a local magazine (minus the first paragraph) that often does this type of feature. I never did try. I’m sure every year, an article comes out on lavender. Now after a few years, I decided to type it up, since somehow this one got deleted, but I saved a hard copy. I’ve wanted to post it for a while now—to share.
Hope you have a relaxing Sunday!
Lavender has long been know to have many healing properties. It dates back thousands of years to the Egyptians, Romans, and Greeks. Lavender is one of the most popular of the essential oils due to its versatility and safety of use. One of the few essential oils that can be applied directly to the skin, lavender is soothing, calming, and relaxing.
Lavender’s complex chemical structure makes it a versatile plant. “Perhaps the most important property of Lavender oil is its ability to restore unbalanced states – whether of mind or body – to that state of balance in which healing can take place,” writes Patricia Davis, author of Aromatherapy: A-Z.
It is the French chemist René-Maurice Gattefossé that we can thank for realizing the healing properties of lavender and other essential oils. “After burning his hand in a laboratory accident, he plunged his arm into some lavender essential oil. The miraculous effectiveness of lavender in healing his burn led him to further research essential oils, and to use the term aromathérapie for the first time in a scientific paper in 1928, ” writes Gill Farrer-Halls author of The Aromatherapy Bible.
~~
Aromatherapy is the
application of essential oils
for therapeutic purposes
~~
Although lavender is one of the safest of the essential oils, and it is one of the few essential oils that can be applied directly to the skin, it is best for pregnant or nursing women to avoid it altogether. There are no other known cautions.
Before using lavender oil, you may want to make sure you like the scent. For some, essential oil of lavender may be overwhelming.
Having trouble falling asleep? Try placing a few drops of lavender oil on your pillow. Or place a few drops on a small washcloth and keep that under or near your pillow.
If you have a headache or feel one coming on, try rubbing a couple of drops on your temples, or apply a cold compress of lavender to your forehead or back of your neck.
To relieve the tensions of the day, try rubbing a couple of drops on your temples, lie down in a comfortable position, and breath in the aroma.
Prefer a bath? Try adding a few drops of lavender oil to your bath water as a soothing alternative to relieve tension and induce relaxation.
If it’s in your budget, try a massage for total relaxation. The use of lavender oil in massage therapy is common and very beneficial for sore muscles and creating deep states of relaxation. “One of the most important uses of lavender is for the relief of muscular pain, whatever the cause,” Davis writes.
There are many ways to purchase essential oils: Whole Foods Market, health food stores, online. It is best if the essential oils is “pure” and not synthetic. Essential oil has a light consistency and is not oily. Essential oil feels light when rubbed on the skin. Oils are best kept in a dark, cool spot. Some lavender oils smell slightly different than others, depending on the type.
Purchase essential oils from a retailer that is knowledgeable about essential oils, so that they can answer your questions. You may have a small soap and bath shop in your area that sells essential oils and other lavender products.
Whether you enjoy the sweet smell of lavender or its calming properties, this complex flower offers itself as a natural remedy for relaxation and self-healing.
~~
From Essential Aromatherapy: A Pocket Guide to Essential Oils & Aromatherapy:
The name is derived from the Roman word lavera, ‘to wash’ as the Romans used the flowers in their baths.
~~
Most valuable uses:
-Cuts
-Burns
-Dermatitis
-Eczema
-Sunburn
-Insect bites
-Migraine
-Insomnia
-Infections
-Anxiety
-Tension
~~
Interesting note from The Art of Aromatherapy: A Guide to Using Essential Oils for Health and Relaxation:
During Elizabethan times the aromatic oil of lavender was rubbed into oak furniture to give a high gloss. Apart from the enjoyable scent, lavender provided a powerful weapon against moths, fleas, silverfish, and flies. Commercial perfume houses still use essential oil of lavender as the basic ingredient of many fragrances.
**
I originally wrote this a few years ago as part of a feature writing class in the journalism department. When I was done with this, my final draft, the instructor said I might try to sell it to a local magazine (minus the first paragraph) that often does this type of feature. I never did try. I’m sure every year, an article comes out on lavender. Now after a few years, I decided to type it up, since somehow this one got deleted, but I saved a hard copy. I’ve wanted to post it for a while now—to share.
Hope you have a relaxing Sunday!
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