The Salt of The Earth
I love that we are getting back to the Earth. Well perhaps not everyone is, but I certainly feel like I have stepped right away from high processed, manufactured, out of a packet, laced with artificial everything, man-made, convenient yet dead inside products and gotten back to a bit more of a ‘simple and natural' or is that naturally simple existence? I am eating things that are grown, not stuffed into pretty packaging and nestled in between plastic tokens. I’ve adopted the principal, for the most part, that I once heard in a documentary about basically how obesity is an epidemic and something just ‘has to be done’ about it, but how can anything be done when Larry won’t switch his packet of Lite and Tangy’s for a lemon water? Anyway, the advice in the doco was given to a severely obese teenage boy who was trying his best to stick to a healthful diet, factor in some exercise and with zero take away options do his best to change his relationship with food and in turn his overall health and wellness. Hopefully the take away instead of KFC was some smarts.
When it comes to food, If it’s seen the sun, then it’s alive and will keep you alive. It if hasn’t seen the sun, because it’s in a packet, then give it a miss. Basic, real, honest advice and a good filter for your pantry staples and afternoon snacks.
I find most advice about what we should be eating is quite simple, we just like to confuse things by eating what we ‘feel’ like or making something we want to taste, rather than look at what that food is going to do to our bodies.
In another area of my world, out of the kitchen and into the bathroom, my second favourite room in my apartment I’ve made some changes too and not just outfit changes. I mean real changes.
On a side note, when it’s warmer, the bathroom is my favourite room, maybe it’s the mirror? When the weather is ‘get me a hot water bottle Wendy, it’s cold in here’ then I am in that living room, snuggled up next to the fire. So, as it’s cold, my second favourite room in the apartment has had a makeover of sorts. Trading potions and lotions labelled with words I can’t pronounce, and on the assumption that I can’t pronounce it, it will kill me, and I’ve laced my bathroom cupboard with things that sound normal. Like Salt. Coconut Oil products, coffee scrub and activated charcoal. All things you’ll also find in my kitchen, except the composter, that is a kitchen only item.
I'm talking it back to the old school…
'Cause I'm an old fool who's so cool
If you want to get down
I'm gonna show you the way whoomp there it is
Let me hear you say
Whoomp there it is
Sorry, I totally went on a Tag Team bender there, it happens.
Using things on my bits, that are not dissimilar to things that I feel comfortable ingesting, is my filter on what products I’m pushing into that cute cabinet above that vanity that is forever doused with random strands of my hair. My hair gets everywhere. In the morning, my husband has to wipe my face like he’s on the banks of the Jordan river wading through the tall grass just to find my me to say good morning. And since when did my hair explode into a mermaids? It’s like, all of sudden my hair went from split ends and kind just past my shoulders, to right down to my butt crack and in need of a double hairband to tie it up. It’s out of control and probably for all the right reasons.
Just like your skin is your biggest organ. Wait what? Yes, Yolanda, your skin, the skin that you are in, that Earth suit you throw new clothes on after your shopping hauls, it’s the largest organ in your body. Not your brain, Brainiac. And not any member of any guys reading this. One of the best ways to get those nutrients into you, is to adsorb them through your skins which is how I am doing things these days. Yes, I feel like a celebrity in a Dove commercial and I kind of like it. I almost feel like I might be sexier at lathering lotions onto my forearms these days than Jen Anniston, who, just for the record, I think drop her robe and steps into her bath, like she's in a movie even when she's at home.
And when I have a few spare minutes, which isn’t that often, but Lord I’m trying, I just lay in a bath full of the stuff that I want in my skin. Like Coconut Milk Infused Coco-soak bath soak, or tea, yeah, bath-tea is a thing now. The soaks contain pomegranate and coconut milk, which sounds like my fruit smoothie in the morning with a dash of protein powder, but it book ends my day with a good old sit in a tub and unwind as they good stuff gets right in. And the bath tea, well you can figure out that out, it's exactly what you want it to be. Oh and I chuck on a candle, which is one of my new favourite sayings. ‘Hey babe, can you just chuck on a candle, thanks!’ I chuck on a Palms and Sea salt candle while I’m having my tub time and inhale the ethically made No 9 Melons and Fresh Pineapple zing into my face senses.
I know that TLC said they didn’t want no scrub but I am pretty convinced they’d change their minds if they got their little mits on this Luxe Oil and Salt Scrub with Jasmine and Rose. It’s made with salt from the dead sea, which sounds bad, but it actually amazing. No clue as to how the salt from the dead sea made it in the mason jar in my shower, but I am on a need to know basis.
I want to get back to the Earth. That means walking in nature, going to beach and inhaling the fresh salty air, making a worm farm, building furniture out of recycled wood, shopping at the farmers markets and not using plastic.
On my mission to refine and strip back. Not over buy, over consumer, and hide behind the many things that we can find to makes ourselves feel valued and safe. I need things less and less. But when I do find a good thing, I want to share it. You’ll feel good about SALT by Hendrix not only because it’s good for you but it’s good for all, ethically made and totally a la natural, which is how I’m writing this article. (That was probably an overshare by me, my apologies).
and tea time