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It Is Easy Being Green: Kate’s Magik Review

It Is Easy Being Green: Kate’s Magik Review

 Oh, my back. Oh, my head. My eyeballs have a pulse. My hair hurts. I can feel my blood. (One should not feel their blood whilst inside one’s veins.) I’m walking like an arthritic ostrich. GRAVITY, WHY DO YOU PLAGUE ME??!!! WHHHHYYYYYYYY???!!!!!!!!!

 Welcome to the interior dialogue of anyone who lives with a chronic illness. Okay, fine, welcome to my interior dialogue. So it should go without saying that finding some kind of relief from said woes is rather remarkable. Well, what if I told you that not only did I find it: the ever elusive ohmigosh-this-is-amazing product that will relieve what ails ‘ya… but that will also make you look and smell <hair flip> très, très chic?

Two words: Kate’s Magik. (Click here to peruse her website.) Some items are also available on Amazon.

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My obsession started small. A bottle of reiki-infused lotion, labeled “Water,” designed with all natural scents meant to be most pleasing to a Pisces like me. I found it right after I started writing my book, Elements, which has to do with– you guessed it– a secret group of people who embody and manipulate the earth’s elements. I saw the bottle, and it was like it was made for me! That, and it smelled delicious. And it did what no other lotion or oil could do this winter– heal my chapped, cracking hands. (And I tried a LOT.) Sidebar: It also may have caused Mandalf to exclaim upon touching my arm: “How is your skin so soft??!!” To which I said: “Magik.” (Heh. Heh.)

Then I was curious. I had to know more. Was there more? What else did this Kate make? Days later, I had a shipment of goodies. Different products specifically selected to (hopefully) help manage my chronic pain, insomnia, anxiety, and, well, the general side effects of being debilitatingly sick for four years. (Her website offers a resource of which products she recommends for whatever your intent: health, peace, abundance, etc.)

I was astounded. The Peace and Purification anointing oil when applied to my temples, throat, heart, and behind the ears helped alleviate my constant headache, and I felt immediately calmer, in a peaceful (non-drowsy) sort of way. (A week later, and it’s now officially on my stranded-on-a-desert-island list.) Next, I slathered on her Moonlight oil twenty minutes before bed, not really expecting much. (My insomnia is legendary. And I don’t do well with strong scents.) But I could actually feel it bringing me down into a sleep-conducive state with each inhale. Now, I attribute it as my most effective sleep aid. (Take that, insomnia!)  I also got a bar of Monsoon Rain soap, because it was described as having anti-depressive qualities, and hey, let’s be real, being “all sick, all the time” is a real joy-sucker sometimes. I loved it and would love to make it a staple, but fancy soap is a luxury in my book, so it will remain a special occasion purchase. The same goes for her Blue Morpho perfumed body oil. Amazing, absorbs well, a great subtle scent, (and named after my favorite butterfly for its transformative intent) but for me, more in the luxury category as apposed to the I-NEED-THIS because it seriously improves my quality of life category.

I also purchased the Muscle Works massage oil to help with my wayward nerve endings that, if unchecked, lead to some rather wicked migraines. Only I can’t review that, because I haven’t had to use it yet. Possibly because the anointing oil is also said to help relieve headaches, and since using it, I magically haven’t gotten any… Fascinating, yesssss… <Strokes imaginary beard quizzically.>

So for all my readers who are chronically ill like me, or who are working towards an intention, whether it’s peace, mindfulness, or whatever your pleasure, I know a lady who just might be able to help. Her name is Kate. And her stuff is wand-erful. (Get it? Magik?)

So check it out. Now where did I put that anointing oil…

Snnnniiiiiiiffffffffffff. Ahhhhhhhh. That’s the stuff.

The Foda

P.S. For people like me with scent sensitivities, I’ve had no issues with any of the products I’ve tried.

P.P.S. I have not been paid, coerced, or hoodwinked into saying any of this.

Episode VI: Words, Words, Words!

Episode VI

Words, words, words!

Today’s Words of Wisdom:

 “Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me.” 

– English Nursery Rhyme

 The Foda’s take: Yeah. If you’re a robot.

 Greetings, friends! Foda Here. Today I’d like to explore the conundrum of words. Harmful words won’t show up on an MRI or CAT scan, but they do damage just the same. Anyone who’s ever been teased, ridiculed, or unfairly persecuted knows this- which is pretty much everyone alive EVER. Words may not rip your arm off Wampa-snow-beast-in-Hoth style in the literal sense, but they can rip your heart out. (Figuratively.) So when you’re dealing with a chronic illness, discouraging words from other people can seriously mess with your head… but in my opinion, it’s the words we speak to ourselves that can hurt us the most.

Now I know what you’re thinking… I know worrying and stress is bad for me so I try to stop, but then invariably, I worry anyway, and then I beat myself up for worrying because it’s stressful, and I’m causing the stress by worrying, so then I worry about how my worrying is making me sicker! Yeah, that’s a killer. Or in more elegant prose: “Ah! There’s the rub.” (Love. Shakespeare. Such a bawdy rascal.)

So, what do we do? Welp, it’s kind of like trying to fall asleep. If you lie in bed at night wanting to fall asleep and trying really hard to relax so that you can fall asleep, chances are, you’re not falling asleep any time soon, because your brain is so busy trying to relax that you can’t, in fact, relax. Like when you try not to think of a purple elephant. (Try it. It will be ALL YOU CAN FOCUS ON.) So, again, what do we do? I’m a big fan of self talk, but I also recognize when the self talk can spiral into that nasty quagmire of endless questions and worry. So now that I’m aware that I do that, when it’s no longer productive thought, I do a few things:

Number One: Pick a few mantras and say them over and over to yourself. You’re more likely to believe something if it’s in your own voice. My favorite is: I can have what I want. 

Number Two: Focus on something you love. I feel best about myself when I’m creative, so when I start to spiral, I pat myself on the back, and nourish my soul by thinking of/working on projects that make me feel proud.

Number Three: Sing a song. Music Therapists use this technique all the time. It is almost impossible to continue worrying when you’re singing a song. (Earth, Wind, and Fire is a guaranteed mood lifter.)

Number Four: Let Go. You have good reason to be stressed and to worry. Trying to shut it down will only make it worse- like a giant T Rex looming over your head, its freakishly tiny arms waiting to pull a snatch and grab. (By the by, did you hear of new research that suspects the T Rex looked more like a chicken? Or maybe my friends are just lying to me about that….) Anyway, the point is, sometimes you have to allow yourself to feel the way you do. Oftentimes, I find that if I just acknowledge what I’m freaking out about, and tell myself I have every right to be freaking out, I stop freaking out. Odd, I know, but it works- because then, when I’m ready, I can let go.

And if I can’t, there’s always carbs.

Namaste,

The Foda

Episode II: Escaping the Quagmire of Anxiety

Episode II

Escaping the Quagmire of Anxiety

 Today’s Words of Wisdom:

 “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.” 

-Every Star Wars character ever

The Foda’s take: That bad feeling? Not an omen of doom. Just the uneasy state of being that accompanies not knowing what’s going to happen next. And that not knowing? Feels horrible, it does. But a predictor for the future, it is not.

Welcome back everyone. This week I got some bad news. A new flare up has decided to wreck havoc on my system, putting up a big giant STOP sign in its wake. This has given me plenty of time to sit alone and think about every little thing that’s happened to me along my lengthy Lyme journey, and painstakingly try to piece it together in hopes I’ll solve the puzzle, like the petite little Foda I am. This deep reflection has brought me to one resounding conclusion: I may never know the answers I so diligently seek. Which in the world of me? Drives me CRAZY. Therefore, in an effort to stay sane, I of course picked up the phone, ready to share my questioning woes with the smartest lady I know. Let’s call her… Fumbledore. That’s right. The Female Dumbledore. Anyway, I’m spilling my guts to Fumbledore, and she lands this little nugget on me: “These are not the droids you’re looking for.” Oh, my mistake, what she really said was: “You’re never going to get all the answers you’re looking for.”

OUCH. Harsh, right? Read on. Because then she body slams me with this:

“When I’m anxious and turning something ‘round my brain over and over, I fill my thoughts, my actions, my days, with something I love. When I catch myself getting caught in the quagmire of endless worry, I redirect that energy into something I love. I invest myself so much in the things that bring me joy, that I want to think about them all the time, letting the brain obsess over THAT instead of the problems out of my control.”

Okay, that wasn’t exactly a DIRECT quote, but that really is what she said.

It’s all about love, people. Huzzah!

So naturally, wise little Foda that I am, I immediately pulled out my moleskin journal I take with me everywhere and made a list of the top things that I love, trying to limit it only to the real, meaningful things. Like family, singing, and shoes… you know, stuff like that. And while I’m not too thrilled to be bested in the words of wisdom department, I’m totally fine with being her Padewan learner…. this time.

So this week, I’m giving it a shot. Taking control over what I can, and redirecting the quagmire to focus on something I love. So in closing, I ask you: What is it you love?

Go Green,

The Foda