Last time I posted about the benefits of the high CBD Hemp Paste I’m a distributor for, a few people mentioned they’d like to see a topical version. Here it is! According to My Nutra, “our new Hemp Cream recipe is now available for purchase and now has even more healing benefits with the addition of 100% pure Frankincense essential oil. Frankincense is known to work wonders to smooth and nourish our skin as well as relieve stress, reduce the appearance of scars, and fight inflammation and pain. There is approximately 100 mg of CBD in every ounce of lotion, or 400 mg of CBD in each 4 oz jar. This cream-based lotion consists of CBD (cannabinoids), organic bees wax, and other organic oils and essential oils. You can use this product for various skin irritations, rash, eczema, muscles aches, inflammation and many other topical needs. There is a hint of a cinnamon and frankincense aroma that accompanies this all natural product.” . Message me if you have questions, or to purchase go to www.mynutra.com/marjorie Directions for Topical Use: Apply lotion directly to troubled areas by gently rubbing a small amount onto your skin wherever you want help. Do this 3 times a day for a week. Then apply 2 times a day for another week. Apply once a day for continued relief. It is common to take a few weeks to build up CBD into your body chemistry to get best results. A little lotion goes a long way.
Hi all, trying to reach as wide a platform as possible.
I have started doing Tarot/Energy readings via Etsy. The readings are in depth and can deal with anything you require, namely Twin Flame/Love or Career. Click HERE for info. These readings can help with clarity on emotion, feeling lost, lack of personal power, issues with family, relationships, life purpose… Shine a light on your life <3
I can also provide Distance healing/Shamanic healing if you are interested. Please email [email protected] if you are interested in either!
My brand new podcast TACHI’S BASE is out. This is the first episode that introduces you to who I am, what I do and where I come from. Inside you’ll find a lot of relatable topics and truth to the phrase “Looks can be deceiving”. I originally created a podcast in 2019 and decided to go a different route.
This episode was recorded from 14/04/22 and released today on 15/04/22.
Enjoy!
This podcast is available on my SoundCloud and YouTube.
You ever think about how unified humanity is by just everyday experiences? Tudor peasants had hangnails, nobles in the Qin dynasty had favorite foods, workers in the 1700s liked seeing flowers growing in pavement cracks, a cook in medieval Iran teared up cutting onions, a mom in 1300 told her son not to get grass stains on his clothes, some girl in the past loved staying up late to see the sun rise.
there are scriptures all over the world painstakingly crafted hundreds of years ago with paw prints and spelling mistakes or drawings covering up mistakes. a bunch of teenage girls 2000 years ago gathered to walk around their hometown, getting fast food and laughing with their friends. two friends shared blankets before people lived in houses. a mother ran a fine comb through her child’s hair and told it to stop squirming sometime in the 1000s. there are covered up sewing mistakes in couture dresses from the 1800s, some poor roman burnt their food so well past recognition that they just buried the entire pot. there are broken dishes hidden in gardens of people no one even remembers anymore
As May is Mental Health Awareness month, I have collaborated with @MyNumberStory to spread awareness regarding ACEs (Adverse Childhood Experiences) and childhood adversity! I am honored to share a bit of my own experience growing up in a pressured environment, and how I found art as a means of healing.
Prior to the hardships I will address, my childhood was a golden thing. I grew up next door to my cousins who served as my sisters, as I was an only child. I did well in school, was immensely social and outgoing, spent summers vacationing in the Outer Banks of North Carolina with my family religiously every August. My father and uncle coached my cousins’ and I’s softball team. Our house settled on a quaint, country 2.5 acres of land at the edge of a quiet Virginia county was a hub for love. My parents were high school sweethearts. As a young girl, I oozed with promise.
When I turned thirteen, life was altered. My father found a new hand to hold behind my mother’s back. My mother turned to excessive drinking to cope. I turned loner. I recall nestling myself in the corner of my bedroom many nights, drowning out the monumental arguments through headphones blaring. Slamming doors. Plates being thrown in the kitchen. I recall so many evenings spent silently crying myself to sleep, desperately wondering where my loving household had gone.
My father moved out. I was thrown into therapy to learn how to navigate my feelings regarding my parents’ divorce, and in turn, discovered underlying mental health struggles already present. I was diagnosed at fourteen with major depression, generalized anxiety disorder, and social anxiety. I tried many medications; Prozac, Paxil, Lexapro, and eventually Effexor XR (which I still take to this day). However, throughout my high school years, I found tooth and nail with my disorders, having not found a working medication until after I graduated. My grades were affected heavily, as I did not have the motivation to excel. I felt pressured regardless due to my cousins’ being in the top 10 of their class, which sadly, only left me feeling more defeated rather than being a motivator.
I visited my father every other weekend, and in turn, his new wife. When I was fifteen, they married. I cannot begin to describe the heart-wrenching effect she had on my mom and I, let alone our entire family. Without bringing up too many traumatic memories, many days and nights alike were spent conversing with police. She projected paranoid delusions on to those close around her, my father and I the main subjects. Around this time, I truly dove into struggling with self-harm. (Thankfully, I am currently three years self-harm free, and my father has escaped that toxic relationship and we both have mostly healed from what damage was caused by her.)
As my journey continued into teenage years, I served as an outlet for my mother to project her pain onto. I was struggling, she was struggling. We would bark back and forth about our turmoil to one another, harming our bond more than we realized. It was at this time I would stay closed in my room, finding comfort in creating collages, handwritten quote art, and poetry. The effect art therapy had on my growth, healing, and mental state was astronomical. It has now been over ten years since I first began that journey and strongly continue striding down that path.
Though my story has not been fully disclosed in this text, I feel many can find my story to be particularly relatable to those currently or had dealt with divorcing parents and learning to understand one’s own neurodivergence. You are not, and never have been, alone.
My number is a 3. Take the test to discover yours at NumberStory.org
Please follow ＠MyNumberStory and check out NumberStory.org to learn more about childhood adversity and the long-term effects of toxic stress on mental health, physical health and more.
(About the artwork: in this collage piece, I used a photograph of an abandoned sanitorium as the background, showcasing how it felt to be trapped inside of my new diagnoses of major depression and anxiety disorders as a child. The ghosts in the center represent the many personalities I felt I needed to exhibit to be accepted/understood by those around me. The ghostly woman with horns serves as a core element of my trauma; the rage, the unknown, the overwhelming emotions of comprehending my abnormal way of growing up. Lastly, the flowers in the foreground represent how on the surface things can be beautiful and healthy, the colors brightly hiding the rot beneath. The quote itself reflects that despite the emotion, working through what you are feeling is a step in the right direction towards overall healing.)
