cream or incense with your coffee?

 

some people take cream with their coffee. i take incense with mine. and yes, i consider myself a “coffee drinker” even if mine does have tons of chocolate bathing in it, so back off… i haven’t had my coffee yet… i have created ANOTHER daily ritual for myself. funny ironic cause i use to hate tradition, but now that i have been coming up with my own, and understanding the meanings behind what i am doing — i have become quite the little free-spirited tradition making hussy. incense and coffee in the morning. i don’t know what it is, but even tho my body feels obstinately tired and my conscious mind seems flippant and foggy. my subconscious mind is still going strong on its very own wanderlust trip. it is like my brain is still in dreamland somewhere. and i just so happen to be the type of person who embraces this sort of thing. i don’t want to shake it off and move on. i do not think that would be wise. i do not want to miss out on something life-changing because i am busy doing cookie cutter motions in the morning. dream land is more of a reality for me. my authentic universe. so i am thinking: dear scallywaif, drink some coffee, wake the hell up, and get in touch with whatever messages your dreams are trying to tell you. light some incense, be still, and listen. wake up enough to make some sense out of it and be creative today with what has been brought to mind. i also spend this time reading and writing out whatever has been made reality– like right now.

skid mark remover -scallywaif laundry soap

i have played around with various homemade laundry soaps that i have found on-line. what all my “trying out” came down to is: making my own damn recipe. i need something with ooomph. i need something with essential oils. i need something with castile soap instead of  fels naptha. i need something that screams, “i can take your funk away, dirty clothes!” as a resulti came up with scallywaif skid mark remover – laundry soap.

what ya need: 5 0z bar of dr. bronners castile soap. i like the lavender version. they also offer eucalytus, tea tree, citrus and rose. you can find this soap at central market or at nice HEBs. you also need: 1 cup of borax, 1 cup of washing soda (not baking soda), essential oils of your choice, and 16 cups of water = 1 gallon. my laundry soap is more concentrated with more of the “good stuff” and less water. i am not selling it, i am making it for fun, using the hell out of it, and sharing my know how with you, scallywags!

grate the soap. dissolve 1 cup of borax and 1 cup of washing soda with the 5 oz of grated soap in 4 cups of water. it does not need to boil, it just needs to dissolve on a stove top or hot plate. after it has cooled, you can add any essential oils you love. i added lavender. then using a funnel, i poured the mixture in a one gallon jug. then i filled the jug most of the way with water. i didn’t need to measure out the other 12 cups of water since i knew i was using a 1 gallon jug. i saved some room at the top of the jug for some air so i could shake the mixture. after that, you just let it kind of cure for a day – 24 hrs and then you can start removing your funky ass skid marks.

playing with fire and stomach art

i like playing with fire. literally. i also like writing out my intentions… aka wishes… aka desires. i like taking my penned up happy and anxious energy of my longings and creating an outlet for them. writing it out is a good one. a fun one. especially when i know fire will be involved in my ritual.

i wrote out my intentions (asking)

i placed them in the fire to consume (believing)

and now i am in the receiving mode.

i am reading compass of the soul – 52 ways intuition can guide you to the life of your dreams. every good scallywaif needs a good compass. we were all given our own compass. some people use it. some people don’t. some people are afraid of it. some people are conditioned to deny it. unless they refer to it as discernment, then it’s somehow acceptable. all of that to say, i am unapologetically using my god-given compass. happily.

 i am thinking mondays will make a rather nice day to blog about my shiny little compass and the experiences that follow. but please understand that even though i will be blogging about my compass, i will not waste any energy defending it or seeking to try to make it make any sense to anyone. there are people who will just naturally get it and understand exactly where i am coming from and people who simply will not. i am ok with simply nots. just know that there will be no explanations or defending. you are welcome to see what i am doing with my life, but that is all i am offering you.

compass of the soul blurb: happiness begins with you. “i am more and more convinced that our happiness or our unhappiness depends far more on the way we meet the events of life than on the nature of those events themselves.” – wilhelm von humboldt.

i don’t know who the hell wilhelm von humboldt is, but i like what he has to say and i imagine he is worth a google.

intuition can come in many forms. inner voice, dreams, emotions – feeling right or experience a sense of distrust about an individual or situation. physical sensations – gut feeling. the japanese call intuition “stomach art.” i love that term! instant knowing – sudden flash, at times called the “eureka” effect. symbols -a symbolic image. like an impression of a rocky road if you choose path A. if you choose path B. you may see a well-paved path in your mind’s eye. and last, coincidences and synchronicity. it’s been said that coincidences are god’s way of remaining anonymous.

lynn a. robinson explains: “each and every one of us is born with an intuition code.” it’s the wise part of you that knows your purpose in life and provides a constant outflow of information to assist you with the choices to live your purpose.”

food scallywaif style – pegleg pimento

we are flexitarians. flexible vegetarians. it’s the best way to describe our… undiet. i am preparing food scallywaif style. today’s special: pegleg pimento sandwiches with potato and leak leek soup. just last month i hated pimento sandwiches. i would rather lick the bottom of your boot than eat a pimento sandwich. but a few weeks ago, my MIL made the most divine sandwiches i have ever tasted. i couldn’t believe it was pimento. NOTHING pimento-ee about them… other than the pimentos. let me take you there: imagine soft cream cheese. imagine a little shredded sharp cheddar. imagine a little garlic. imagine a few pimentos. imagine it blended beautifully all together in one big dreamy creamy and rich mound of goodness. imagine eating it open face with garlic clove bread. i am getting a stiffy just thinking about it.