Tag Archive | Self Love

Beauty

Beauty

Simple and Glorious
Strong and Sensual
Natural and Wild

Rolls, Curves,  Scars
Angles, Shadows

Uncovered,
Am I still beautiful?
Or is this body
I’ve been given
Unworthy
As it is?

Should I find beauty
In the eyes?
In the face?
In the spirit?
In the soul?

The separation is unnecessary

The tangible and intangible
Meld into eternity
Seen in the eyes
Seen in the soul
It simply is

Beauty

My Very Own Etsy

My Etsy shop is now up and ready to go!

Aside from the lip balms (which are out in my local metaphysical shop as well) I’m also working on facial scrubs, moisturizers, lotions, and body butters.   I’m always looking for new things to make and try!

At the moment, I have some lip balms up, along with two super fun facial scrubs: a coffee-spice scrub and a floral sugar scrub. I’ve tested them both and I love ’em.

AstralRose Creations

I’ve been experimenting with homemade lip balms for a little while, and now I’ve taken the first big step towards really making something of this: I’ve put about 50 of my lip balms on consignment at my local new age shop (because they love hand-made things).

I was even working when the first one sold!

This is so fulfilling, but it’s something I’ve never considered really making anything of – but I’m starting to think that perhaps I can. I adore natural “beauty products” that are good for me and good for the earth. When I say “beauty products” I really mean products that make me feel beautiful not products that make me beautiful – because I already am. The same holds true of everyone else who uses my products. The point is to nourish yourself, love yourself, and realize that you are beautiful and amazing as is.

Un-Anniversary

Today would have been my parents’ 20th wedding anniversary.

Today is also the 5th anniversary of their divorce.

Thusly, I’ve dubbed this their “un-anniversary” and dedicate this day to my mother – my strong mother; my independent mother; my ain’t-gonna-take-shit-from-no-one mother.

My father was emotionally and mentally abusive – not so much to my sister and I, but to my mother. The long and messy divorce helped her become her own woman. So today, I got her some gifts to commemorate this amazing act of courage. I got her a card (made by a local artist), some amethyst earrings (with butterflies!), a little Goddess pendant, and a dragon’s blood candle.

Butterflies are special to my mother and I – I’m not really sure why, but they are. A while back she gave me a butterfly pendant made of tiger’s eye, and I wear it almost everyday.

Butterflies are symbols of change – of radical, fundamental, and complete metamorphosis. To me, they are also symbols of strength, of endurance, of the will to live.

Ted Andrews writes: “Butterflies appeart to dance as the light upon flowers…. They remind us that life is a dance, and dance, though powerful, is also a great pleasure…. Butterfly medicine reminds us to make changes when the opportunities present themselves. Transformation is inevitable…”

Valentine’s Day Blues

My dear mother and sister had a disappointing Valentine’s day, so we had an all girls Valentine’s dinner.

A view of our Valentine's Day table

It seems that Valentine’s Day causes more problems then anything else. While the idea of having a day devoted to showing your love for others – I seem to see a lot of fighting and self-loathing instead of love. So, I devote Valentine’s Day to loving myself – I dress in something that makes me feel pretty; I buy myself a rose or two, maybe some chocolates; I have a beautiful dinner; and I just take care of myself.

This shell was on our table as well - full of lavender, rose buds and petals, and some rose quartz

Now I’m gonna give myself a pedicure!

The Big Night

I just got back from the Hafla – it was so much fun! I was so nervous, I thought I was going to faint (or cry) but I didn’t and I was told that I was “amazing to watch”.

Well hot damn! If that doesn’t boost the self esteem.

At the next Hafla I’ll be doing a solo and I’m already thinking about what music, what costume – Awesome.

Sadly, I forgot my camera so no pictures 😦 Next time for sure.