Fall in Love

I found this on the interwebs and love it…

fall in love with growing, even if it’s your hair, your wounds healing, or your vocabulary. Fall in love with letting go, letting go of a friend or letting go something that prevents you from finding your happy self again. Fall in love with creation even if it’s creating a blog, creating an ideal garden, or creating happiness. Lastly fall in love with change, how you changed your socks after standing alone in the rain for 3 years. Don’t think that your changes are little or unimportant, think of it as your second birth

x Alli

Holding Space

You can always tell who the strong women are. They are the ones you see building one another up, instead of tearing each other down.”

GRATEFUL for all the strong and inspiring women who have held space for us, encouraged us, and walked us through times when it would have been easier to go it alone. Instead of competing, they inspired us to expand our hearts and field of vision.

LOVING slow Sunday afternoons with my lapis lazuli x rutilated quartz gemstone elixirs which I’ve been drinking for the past several days.

LISTENING to these sublime tracks that just give my soul so much rest.

CURRENTLY BURNING Nightshade, our new blend made of the most gorgeous organic lavender, patchouli and other proprietary essential oils. I’ve been burning this for over a year, and use it primarily when super jetlagged or when I’m over-tired and yet can’t seem to stop that internal chatter & turn down. I liken it to the comforting deep voice of a father or loved one telling you, “Right. Time for bed, you.”

x Alli

Caim

If you ever get the chance to treat them the way they treated you, no matter how painful it was, I hope that you choose to walk away and do better.”

 – Nawja Zebian

If there’s one thing that has been proven time and again, at least in my life, is that whatever you put out there comes back to you both good and bad.

Sometimes you’re the toxic one. The jealous one. The manic and bitter one. And sometimes, you’re on the receiving end of someone else’s bad day. You’re part of whatever distorted reality they’ve projected out of their own deep fears and insecurities.

My only honest-to-God reaction (as it was recently) was, I send you peace. I send you light.

Unlike other times, I gave myself a deadline to get over it because I’ve learned that you simply can’t carry other people’s warped opinions and projections of you around. That’s your opinion, but it isn’t my reality. And so, I simply reject what I need to for my own wellbeing, creativity, and lightness of being. Because, who wants another burden?

I let myself feel whatever I needed to feel: accused for no reason, a bit indignant, definitely a lot of pity for that person, but I definitely told myself I’d be over it by lunch. And I was.  I called down a spiritual caim around myself, a caim in the form of a prayer, fried chicken, beauty shopping, and a really good laugh with friends.

You must be in a lot of pain to judge me (ergo yourself) in this way. My heart goes out to you.

Life’s funny in that we always get to walk in the other person’s shoes eventually. Judge you today, understand you tomorrow. So, I know you’ll understand sooner or later.

Until then, I pray for peace and light for you. “I’m no longer on bad terms with anyone. I’m declaring it. Judge me by yourself. Good luck with the hating. I wish you the best.” 

There is nothing more classy or powerful than showing forgiveness and grace to someone who does not deserve it.”

Comebacks

Genesis does not stop, your god continues creating you.”

– Frank Herbert

Hello. It’s been mad. It’s been awhile.

I retreated from the screen to do other things, mostly because I didn’t want to churn things out for the sake of content. And because one of my rules in life is to never do something for the sake of merely doing it.

So I emerge from a season of many changes & cities. Tokyo, Hong Kong, Bali. Two for work and the latter for pleasure.

We’re gearing up for the next round of Boutiques Fairs at the F1 Pit Building (from Fri 10 Nov to Sun 12 Nov, 2017) and digging deep to bring you beautiful new things.

In this season of rediscovering our flow, there have been a few panic-filled moments where I asked myself why we don’t create as many products as others out there in the market. But then I was reminded every time that you really can’t rush things made from the heart. Our intention has never been to turn a quick buck and push the hippest, buzziest products #trending out there. So much thought, honesty and care goes into what we do. I will always strive to create from a place of true passion than fear or lack. If we share a new product with you, it’s because it’s come to us in the right time.

In this season, I learned that it was ok to speak and act from a place of deeper honesty and authenticity, even if it meant clearly defining boundaries (I for one, am ok with living in the grey for the most part!). That people choosing to leave was more a reflection on them, and that I was free to move on. That if things weren’t working for me, I could just reframe the problem and approach things from a different angle.

Basically, while the Old Me would have chosen to take on an issue as being my problem to handle, I’m glad I didn’t take the bait in some situations and opted to let an issue rest instead. Not my circus, not my monkeys. You cannot possibly control everything.

I learned that if I don’t get quiet or take time to give back to myself after all those big events, travelling and interactions, I’m going to experience a harder crash and feel even darker, more drained than before.

And I’m slowly learning how to rebuild my energy after feeling depleted by people and situations that generally, rob you of your joy. And to give less f*cks in general, as Mark Manson says.

Several nights ago, I got really quiet before bed and created a list of the things I count on to help me increase my vibration. Here are few things that work for me:

  • Nightly face cleansing that incorporates massage. I love balm cleansers for this very reason. You really have to work it in there, get all that blood circulating, gently drain toxins away & more. Currently loving Eve Lom’s Cleanser.
  • The hot Lapis Lazuli stone massage at the Ritz-Carlton. My girlfriends treated me to a much-needed spa session in early August and I’ve never looked back since. While I’m not the biggest fan of heat-based treatments (I was literally burned by a spa during my days as a spa judge and reviewer – long story), I really adore this utterly pampering head-to-toe treatment at the Ritz.
  • Listening to Raura’s Crystal Singing Bowl album which I downloaded off iTunes. It’s so great for grounding and to ease yourself into the evening after a long day of people talking at you.
  • Anointing my body with Luxe Gloss and other rejuvenating essential oils after the shower. I realised for almost a year or so, I stopped ‘caring’. Sure, I’d scrub and go through the motions, but there was no real tenderness in the act. Now with every gesture, even if it’s a mask or applying serum (I religiously use Skin Inc’s Serum infused Night Oil at night and Cle de Peau’s Le Serum both day and night), I really do feel it’s like a little treat for the soul.
  • Taking time to jot thoughts down before sleep and note down learnings.

Notice how the senses of touch and sound feature prominently in this list? Perhaps there’s no better way to ground, than to really return to yourself with tenderness.

I have a long way to go, but it’s important to be gentle with yourself in order to rebuild and feel stronger day by day.

Own Your Wild

The wild is an integral part of who are are as children. Without pausing to consider what or where or how, we gather herbs and flowers, old apples and rose hips, shiny pebbles and dead spiders, poems, tears and raindrops, putting each treasured thing into the cauldron of our souls. We stir our bucket of mud as if it were, every one, a bucket of chocolate cake to be mixed for the baking. Little witches, hag children, we dance our wildness, not afraid of knowing…”

– Emma Restall Orr

Take me back to when I could just conjure anything with my mind. When I could see through ant holes and whisper my secrets into the cracks of trees and transform shells into gold with my touch.

When every pond and rockpool was a portal.

Where ever creek would just come alive if I were slow and silent enough to let it.

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