Everyday Musings

Silent Inspiration

Some days are just too nice to spend too much time looking at a computer screen.

Today is one of those days. The temperature is a perfect 80 degrees. All my work is done and I’m just sitting at the shop, visiting with people as they come and go.

This morning, while Scotch (my dog) and I were in the little enclosed dog park outside my apartment building, I noticed a tiny little mushroom…then a few yards away, another one. Then another. The grass hadn’t been mowed in about a week, and these intrepid little fungi were holding hands (as mushrooms do, connecting with other plants underground via their mycelium), determined to make a go of living in the middle of downtown Tulsa.

These tiny pioneers looked more like delicate little daisies than mushrooms, and while my dog did his morning business, I bent down to study them.

And from that moment forward, it’s been a good day. Sometimes just a little bit of nature in the middle of a concrete jungle will reconnect you to the divine battery charger I know as The Universe.

The Universe also has a kind of mycelium, always reaching out to connect with us…if we’re aware and ready to grab ‘hold.

Life is good. Love is good.

So instead of writing a typical blog post about business or books or making magic, I’m just going to post this photo (credit unknown) and some words from Henry Miller:

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“The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.”

 

Everyday Musings

Laundry Day

I try to stay away from chemical detergents as much as possible, including when washing clothes. I have sensitive skin, and it can get pretty itchy if I use store-bought detergents, pellets or liquid soaps.

SO…I make my own laundry soap. It works really, really well and it makes my clothes smell wonderful (walking into my closet is always a sensory pleasure)…and it keeps my grouchy skin happy.

Several of my friends have asked me how I make my own laundry soap, because I brag about it so much.  It’s so simple and inexpensive to make, and a little goes a long way.

Here’s my recipe: (It’s so easy, you’ll laugh).

Take one bar of soap, one cup of borax (you can find it in the laundry section at the supermarket) and one cup of baking soda.

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Chop or grate the soap and add it to the borax and baking soda.

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Next, stick the ingredients in a food processor or blender and process until the soap turns to powder and all the ingredients are well blended.

Since I like to smell a little bit like a clean dirty hippie, I add lavender and patchouli essential oils to my blended powder, and mix it all up in a bowl (I don’t like to use oils with my kitchen Ninja…they tend to gum up the blades).

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Next I put my powder in a vintage jar and store it next to my homemade dryer sheets. You can use your laundry soap in any high efficiency machine, and it’s also great for doing hand-washing (when your prettiest lingerie needs tender loving care). Use about two tablespoons for regular washer loads, and about a teaspoon when hand washing.

And THAT, my dears, is how you make bomb laundry soap.

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Everyday Musings

The Snow Moon

Tonight marks February’s Snow Moon, so named because (although the days are getting longer) we are still in winter’s firm grip…and snow is mother earth’s way of painting the world in soft, sparkling white magic.

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In addition to the banishing ritual many of us are doing tonight (see previous posts) the Snow Moon is also a good time to enter a period of self-reflection and meditation about what you want to “grow” when the spring equinox occurs next month.

It’s time to order your seed catalogs and plan your garden. Take a moment to blend an earthy perfume to wear when the weather warms (my personal favorite is a blend of patchouli, ylang ylang, sandalwood and vanilla). Go through your closet and purge. If you haven’t worn something in the last month, turn the hanger around…and if you haven’t worn it by the equinox, it’s time for a trip to Goodwill. Make a list of Farmer’s Markets that will be cropping up in your area over the next couple of months, and start purchasing the majority of your food there (if possible). Write a poem about how you’ve outgrown your own skin.

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The Snow Moon is also the closest to Valentines Day, so light a candle to the patron saint of love and marriage (pink or white candles work well, especially when anointed with rose absolute oil).

If you’re looking for love, on St Valentine’s Day, fasten a yellow crocus or yellow flower in your buttonhole or in your hair, and say three times:

St Valentine, the lover’s friend,
I ask this flower my love to send.

…then let the universe take her course.

 

Everyday Musings

Welcome to My World

Tulsa is the city where I was born. Oklahoma was the place I called home until I was fourteen.

Then I moved away to live a west coast life for more than three decades. While living in Oregon and Washington, I got a degree in journalism, a degree in interior design, and started three different businesses. I wrote, I made stuff, and I designed furniture and turned homes, bars, restaurants, lodges and yoga studios into aesthetically beautiful and creative spaces. I raised two phenomenal children. I got married and divorced twice. I got tattoos, learned 46 different ways to make coffee and developed a strong appreciation for the bohemian lifestyle. I tended bar and taught set design to middle schoolers. French became my second language and Paris became my second home.

But I never acclimated to the rain and the seemingly never ending stream of grey days. I longed for sun, mimosa trees and the sound of cicadas of my youth. 

So I moved back to Oklahoma in 2008…to my hometown where a lot of my family still live (Weatherford). I wrote for a newspaper for awhile, fell in love twice, opened a retail boutique called Luna Joon…and then (after what felt like an eight year period of rural purgatory scarce in culture and free-thinking), I moved to Tulsa. Full circle. Back to the city of my birth.

I decided to live in the East Village district, because of its very bohemian vibe and downtown location. I got an apartment down the street from Hodges Bend (which makes the best craft cocktails I’ve ever had) Bohemian Pizza, the Artist’s Loft, Girouard Vines Winery, the Fur Shop (a punk pub where they allow my dog to hang with me) and several other wonderful shops and restaurants. Here’s what my apartment looks like on the inside:

boho I have this big, aubergine sofa I purchased from Restoration Hardware aptly called “The Cloud”…and it acts as the centerpiece to my main living area.

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I love vintage saris, and I use them a lot in my fabric art…so I decided to hang one above my bed in my bedroom.

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Here is door leading to my hallway, where I’ve placed one of my favorite furniture pieces; a massive fireplace mantle from an 1850s plantation house that was destroyed in a fire. The fireplace was the only thing that survived. It has burn marks in its top right hand corner.

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I decorate it for the seasons (this photo is from a couple of months ago when it was decked out with seashells, silver glass bulbs and white LED lights for summer). I also have a whole lot of books. I’m a bookworm.
Then there’s my kitchen, which is small but awesomely efficient.

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And finally…here’s me. I hope to share a lot of things with you…my favorite Tulsa hangs, recipes from my alchemist archives (for things ranging from perfumes to incense papers to concoctions for every day and special rituals), and musings on living a life unencumbered by convention.

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I’m a world traveler who loves to write, an artist who loves to create, a designer who loves to make everything around me beautiful, and an alchemist who likes to transform everyday things into extraordinary experiences. I’m looking for like-minded to people to join my soul community. Here I am…where are you?