I am not someone who holds on to “stuff.” In fact I am often the one going around telling people that memories can be kept in your head and heart-they don’t need to take up space in your closet.
But I have a secret. At 30, I found myself ending a long-term relationship with 3 kids under 7. I was still young but hadn’t dated in 10 years. As I began to navigate this new world I bought shoes. Not practical mom shoes but expensive stilettos. I couldn’t afford them let alone walk in them but I felt I had something to prove. To who? I’m still not sure. I had black ones with gold heels, silver sandals that had sexy little straps and a pair of beautiful beige open toe’s. Each with a 5 inch heel. For those of you that wear heels maybe this is walk in the park. For someone that lives in police boots or Uggs it took everything in me to just stay upright. I would be at the bar literally holding onto the bar. Thank god I met my husband 10 months later (not wearing the shoes) and was able to put the heels into hiding.
This week while we were doing our fall clean I finally tackled the shoes I have been holding onto. As someone who de-clutters on a regular basis I was confused why the three boxes of shoes on the top shelf of my closest had made the cut of things to keep. For 10 years! I brought them down, held them and even tried them on. And then I said goodbye. Not just to three pair of shoes but to a pretty shitty time in my life. I haven’t been in that place for a very long time. The shoes reminded me of how far I have come. I was ready to let go. I packed them up and placed them in the donate bin. My hope is the shoes land on the feet of someone who needs a pick me up. Without a doubt they are fun. If not, I just hope they end up with someone who can walk in a heel. Sometimes we need to look at the stuff we don’t want to let go of and ask ourself why? The answer may surprise you.
The first time I heard the word frankincense was when I listened to stories about the Nativity and the Wise Men giving baby Jesus a precious gift. Fast forward a few years (quite a few years) and frankincense has become a precious gift to myself. Frankincense oil has extraordinary health benefits. As a yogi who is always preaching about finding balance, this is the oil that brings calm to the chaos.
When we are tired, everything seems so very much worse.—Jane Green
This is an oil that provides immune support during those times when life seems to be taking its toll. I use this oil daily-from adding a few drops to a carrier oil and applying it topically to adding a drop to my face cream. Sometimes I place a drop in my palm, rub my hands together and take a very deep breath. Or two.
Try the power of Frankincense oil to keep you filled with peace and happiness during what can sometimes be a chaotic life.
We love to travel but sometime the stress of getting to a new place takes it toll both mentally and physically. Here are the essential oils that we never leave home without:
DigestZen: a wonderful companion to aid in the digestion of food, soothe occasional upset stomachs, and reduce uncomfortable gas and bloating. We love trying new foods but they don’t always agree with us!
Peppermint: helps alleviate occasional stomach upset and promotes healthy respiratory function when taken internally. We also use this oil for low grade fevers and for headaches that often come from not drinking enough water (or long flights).
Lavender: is a must-have oil to keep on hand at all times due to its versatile uses, including calming and relaxing properties that promote peaceful sleep and ease feelings of tension. Its is amazing for minor skin irritations including stings.
Tea Tree: is best known for its purifying qualities, which make it useful for cleansing the skin and home surfaces, purifying the air, or promoting healthy immune function. We also find this works very well for taking the itch out of bug bites.
We would love to hear more about your travel essentials! Contact Us and share your must haves!
I am a hockey mom. And like so many of the hockey mom’s I know this title brings with it a mix of fatigue and pure joy. We wear the number of trips to the rink each week and how far we travel for tournaments like a badge of honour. We are one uppers, but no one wants to win. You think 6 times a week is a lot, try 10! Ten-try 12! You went to London-we did Windsor. Windsor you say? Try Ottawa. The more kids we have in hockey, the more we live at the rink. I sometimes think about what it would be like if our kids wanted to bowl instead. Or do ballet. Or if we had stopped at 1 kid. Or 2. Or 3. And then I remember the feeling of watching a great defensive play or a hat trick. My hand banging on the smooth glass. And I thank the hockey gods and promise to never want them to be bowlers again.
Hockey moms commiserate with each other and cautiously ask “how did it go” during try outs. We can give each other a glance and know instinctively whether it was a good game or one we would rather not talk about. Being a hockey mom is so Canadian-we complain about it like we complain about the weather. Come April, we are secretly happy to lose a tournament so our Sunday’s are free. By August the longing for the rink, hot coffee and warm boots begins to seep into our bones. We joke with our fellow hockey moms on other teams that we will see each other again at the end of the season.
We post photos on Instagram and Facebook. We know that if there is only one post the tournament probably hasn’t ended with gold. No one misses the photo op. We hashtag #hockeymom #hockey #hockeygirl #hockeylife #hockeyboy in case someone can’t figure out we are at hockey. Again.
There are few things that bring me more joy than watching the kids play a sport they and an entire nation love. It doesn’t matter if they are 7 or 17. House League or Rep. When the home team hits the ice, the game is on. And while I long to travel to far away lands, from September to April I am generally only travelling from rink to rink. Gateway, Mohawk, Appleby, Aldershot, Saltfleet. They may sound very exotic but this isn’t Bali or Thailand or Christchurch. I travel by car and at times wonder why they cancel soccer when there is a chance of lightening but despite a snow storm, white out conditions and black ice the hockey game will go on. I am sure someone is already at the rink saying “fuck it-make them drive.” And so I do. With white knuckles gripping the wheel and a bag and sticks riding in the back. But when my kid steps onto the ice it doesn’t matter.
This is my life. And I am a hockey mom.