I really am! And this is in spite of the fact that today marks the end of Spring Break. And I had to get out the door at the crack of dawn* to drive A. to Advanced Orchestra. And I hardly got any sleep last night thanks to a certain five-year-old who concocted more issues than I knew were humanly possible. And I ran out of my beloved Italian roast coffee. Oh, and I got hailed on. HAILED ON. For the love…
(Apollo’s happy to inside– and pouncing on window raindrops.)
Anyway, despite ALL of that, I am in a simply splendid mood.
Why? Why on earth would I be feeling all lovely and smiley when so many unpleasant events have unfolded?
You might think I’m going to give you some answer about God or devotionals or prayer or faith at this point. I’m not. Those are all wonderful and important things as far as I’m concerned, but that’s not actually what I’m pinpointing today…
As I dropped my son off for his early, early music group, I waited in the standard drop-off lane and, you know what? Everyone did just exactly as they were supposed to. They took turns. They moved efficiently. They pulled forward. It was beautiful.
I drove down the road to the elementary school and a bus’s lights went on as the stop sign came out. I slowed to an easy stop and waited, hanging back a bit so as not to block an intersection. After picking up a little girl at her stop, the bus driver flipped on his turn signal to go onto that road and flashed me a big thumbs up. It made me smile.
Crossing the school parking lot with my girls later in the morning, I ran into the on-site police officer and beamed a smile at him through the raindrops. “Good morning!” he called out with an enthusiastic wave.
Dodging hail in the grocery store parking lot, I was fairly skipping because I was so excited about scoring more of the discounted cinnamon maple bread that my family adores. An old man tipped his hat to me and gave me a little salute. I flashed a toothy grin right back at him– I couldn’t hide my good mood!
And, finally, winding my way back up the steep, curvy road that leads to home, I saw the “utility work ahead” signs and prepared myself to stop. And wait, if need be. I did have to wait– probably less than a minute– and then was waved ahead by a man clad head to toe in heavy yellow rain gear. As I drove past, he gave me cheery nod and a wave and I did the same.
I’m home now, groceries put away, and wet clothes swapped for dry.
And I’m still smiling.
It was an ordinary morning, by all accounts. Dropped off children, got gas, ran to the store… there’s nothing exciting there. If anything, it was on the unpleasant side due to extra stops and nasty weather.
But I’d call it a great morning.
Why? What could make a plain, boring day so bright and fun?
It’s really so simple: the people.
Tiny little gestures making a whole world of difference. Could it be that easy? Following rules, smiling, waving, and greeting… do these things really set the whole tone?
I’m going to suggest that they do– that they can.
No one did anything amazing for me this morning. I have no dramatic stories to share with you. Just ordinary people doing seemingly ordinary things…
that add up to extraordinary in a world that’s too often distracted and self-absorbed.
So smile. Wave. Give a thumbs-up or a high five or a cheery little nod.
It’s the little things that make a big difference.
So far, I’ve written a little about what got me interested in essential oils and also what mistakes I’ve made along the way. I apologize upfront for this series being so very spread out, but it truly is intentional– I don’t want to bore or overwhelm you, for one thing. For another, this is an emotionally charged topic for some people and I honestly don’t want anyone to feel insulted, attacked, or to get riled up. For those reasons, it’s best to take it slow and easy, I think.
Today, I want to just take it back to the very, very simplest reason to use essential oils:
For the smell of it.
Here’s the thing– we humans? Like things to smell good. How we define “good” is highly individual, but there’s no denying that what you smell helps affect your mood.
I want to be clear here– I am NOT a scientist and I don’t know all the chemical effects of every compound on your brain, nerve endings, and everything else on a cellular level. Honestly? Few of us do. I’m also not going to pass on information to you gleaned from other non-scientists. This is not because it’s all bad– it’s just that I haven’t vetted the info and, thus, don’t feel comfortable passing it on. Fair enough?
I’m talking about smell at the most very basic level.
Let me offer a few personal examples to better explain what I mean by that…
When I feel nauseous? Peppermint is just about the only scent I can handle and it immediately helps settle the queasies a bit.
When I smell lemon + pine/fir together? It smells like a super clean house to me.
When I inhale eucalyptus? It helps clear my sinuses.
When I breathe in sweet orange? It calms me. (Lavender does this for some people, but not me.)
When I smell fir needle + cinnamon + mint? Well, it might just as well be Christmas.
The list goes on and on.
In many cases, these very real effects are caused by just how powerful the brain really is. There is no doubt about it– scent is evocative. We all have aromas that immediately transport us to a different place or time. Maybe the smell of sunscreen takes you back to a beach vacation. Perhaps the smell of lime and spearmint reminds you of a mojito you had on your honeymoon. Take a whiff of baby powder and your mind will take you back.
This is how we’re wired. This is how we work.
Essential oils allow me, in a natural way, to deliberately evoke the memory or response I want from my body. Since I know the smell of grapefruit is bright, energizing, and makes me happy, I have learned I can reach for grapefruit essential oil to diffuse or inhale and I can expect a good result.
On the flip side, ylang ylang is a very popular essential oil for a number of reasons. One of its wonderful benefits is the ability to help lower blood pressure just through inhalation. That’s all well and good and makes it AWESOME for many people. For me? It means that I feel dizzy and disoriented and overall lousy. That’s not because the oil is bad– it’s because we’re all individuals and we all have different responses to scent. (Remember how I told you that lavender isn’t particularly calming for me? Well, there you go.)
There is MUCH debate about there about ingestion and dilution for topical use. Those are important topics, but not for today.
Today I just wanted to talk about using essential oils for their wonderful smelly goodness and the very legitimate impact that that has on our bodies. Sometimes I think people underestimate that purpose– it seems too simple to just SMELL something and have a positive effect.
But it’s real. And it’s effective. And it’s one of my favorite ways to use my oils.
In case you were wondering? Today, I’m diffusing a blend of fir needle, blood orange, and peppermint in my kitchen and it smells like the freshest, cleanest place ever. Those scents are energizing and encouraging for me, while being clean and fresh enough not to overwhelm.
So there you go.
Even if I did nothing else with them? (And I do…)
I would use essential oils just for the smell of it.
While I totally realize I’m just a substitute and not a “real” teacher, I work enough days that Spring Break feels like a big ol’ gigantic treat to ME, too– woo hoo!!
Added to that, Connecticut decided that this would be the week we’d really welcome Spring with gorgeous mid-60 temps and abundant sunshine. How perfect is that for Spring Break? We’ve been enjoying every bit of it around here!
The kids have been outside a ton. I’ve been picking away at washing windows and gradually turning over wardrobes, but I’m also trying to really breathe in the fresh air and enjoy this time. I’m convinced that Spring Break was not really designed to be packed with only Spring Cleaning.
So, as we enjoy this blissful little break, here’s what we’ve been eating. It’s mostly umcomplicated fare with flexible cooking and serving tmes– stress is not welcome this week!
B–Cereal, Apples, Milk ( before 7:30AM Mass)
Brunch– Ham, Egg, and Cheese Sandwiches on Maple Cinnamon Toast (<– SO stinkin’ good), Fruit
I often feel ashamed that I’m not a better housekeeper.
I mean– I just don’t keep a good handle on things, I guess. It seems every time I think I have things under control, I turn around and things blew up all over the surfaces.
My husband’s MBA work has taken over the coffee and end table. My kids art supplies and proud homework achievements spill out over the dining room table and the hutch. The kitchen table seems to be the landing spot of all sorts of randomness. My counter space is so quickly overtaken when I embark on a half dozen simultaneous kitchen projects and, if I don’t put the griddle away right away, I lose almost 50% of that space straight up.
I come from a family in which the women tend to be better at this than me– I’m not sure what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why I don’t put more effort in. I don’t know why I can ignore the papers sliding onto the floor in favor of trying a new orange chocolate scone recipe– but I can.
It’s not that I don’t like or appreciate a completely tidy home– I do! I just lack the drive and determination to keep mine that way, I guess. My husband passes zero judgment on me about the whole thing– in his opinion, I work plenty hard– so I think that makes it easier for me to let things get away from me. Still, I let myself feel shame because of it.
One of my good “IRL” friends is incredibly neat. She will confess that she actually feels like she has obsessive thoughts about cleaning and she can’t have things out of place or unscrubbed or she starts feeling twitchy.
I feel intense pressure when she comes to my home.
I’ll suddenly look around somewhat frantically. Now– I KNOW my house isn’t “dirty.” The bathrooms are cleaned, the counters wiped, the dust bunnies vacuumed. Laundry is almost always caught up. It’s not perfect, but there’s nothing disgusting happening here. But… still. I’m not looking at any carefully cultivated tableaux around here. Not even close.
And I hate that. I hate that I would feel anything but joy at the idea of a friend coming over. I hate that I can’t make my stupid self just do a better job already– what is WRONG with me? Why don’t I just fix myself already and do a better job? Other people can. Other people do.
And, then, as I look over at the jam-packed “art center” and inwardly cringe, I hear an email alert on my phone.
It’s from my impeccably neat friend.
“Hey–” it reads, “as you’re no doubt flitting around trying to pull your house together, please know that I have never– not once in my life– made brownies without a mix.”
Sat down and laughed.
She feeds my kids goldfish and capri sun and entenmann’s cookies and you know what? I don’t care. It’s never occured to me to judge her for that. So she doesn’t bake or cook much– so what? What do I care? It says nothing about who she is, as a friend or a wife or a mother.
But I feel shame about myself. I feel bad about my own shortcomings. I assume others see FAILURE stamped across my forehead when they see my far-from-perfect abode.
Is it possible that that label is written in invisible ink? In ink that only I can see?
Maybe it’s time to try to release the misplaced shame. Maybe I need to accept that, while I could definitely do better, my goal shouldn’t be to have a home as tidy as the tidiest of my friends or family.
I know one thing for sure– that thing you think makes you a failure? That thing you think you don’t do as well as everyone else? It doesn’t make you a failure.
Well, hey there! Guess what? I was actually OFF yesterday from working in the school. It was a very deliberate move on my part and one I try to make, ideally, once a week. Working every day outside the home leaves me feeling frantic and behind in my house. Sooo… I try to take a day here and there to do some shopping and get caught up. Yesterday was that day!
I did some grocery shopping to get us through the next week or so and thought, you know what I haven’t done in awhile? Shared a peek into my cart with you all!
So here you go…
My first stop was a local supermarket chain. I love going there early in the morning because it’s just me and a few old guys, typically. Anyway, I went there for three things– to return some bottles to get my deposit money back, to pick up canned cat food, and to hit the discount bread rack. Here’s the deal– I LOVE to bake bread. And I still do. But I have also learned that my store’s bakery bakes fresh bread every morning and then, the next morning, sells it for 90% off. Bagels, english muffins, and specialty breads all for less than a quarter a pack? I love both the value and the convenience and I always go take a peek to see what I might find…
20 cans Friskies cat food– $10.00 (I admit I picked out the varieties with cheese because our kitten is a cheesehound just like me.)
2 1L bottles seltzer (Seltzer is my beverage of choice when I get home from teaching!)– $1.00 (plus 10 cents deposit)
2 loaves Maple Cinnamon bread– $ .56
2 loaves Blueberry bread– $ .56
2 loaves 100% Stoneground Wheat bread– $ .54
3 packages multi-grain English muffins– $ .57
Next, I went to ALDI. I got there just after they opened, at 9AM. I honestly had no list and no real plans other than to get my husband more nacho chips and buy a few dozen eggs. I mean, I knew I’d buy more– I just didn’t write anything down. So here’s how that played out!
3 dozen large eggs– $5.85
1 gallon milk– $3.19
2 packages mushrooms– $1.58
1# baby carrots– $ .69
2 green peppers– $ .99
3# yellow onions– $ .99
1 loaf garlic romano bread– $1.79
3# bananas– $1.29
1L seltzer– $ .59
2# angelhair– $1.79
1 bag nacho chips– $1.19 (for hubby!)
1 roll Spring-themed paper towels– $ .69
2 jars organic natural apple sauce– $2.58
2 bags oyster crackers– $1.78
dark chocolate PB– $1.75
1 giant can mini-ravioli– $1.29
2 2L lemon lime soda– $1.38 (for the husband!)
1 4 pack energy drinks– $2.49 (husband again!)
1 4 pack Cadbury eggs– $1.69 (aaaannnnddd… one more for the husband. )
1 bottle organic apple juice– $1.49
12 oz. farfalle pasta– $ .99
1# turkey breast lunch meat– $3.49
2 jars marinara– $1.98
1 bag shrimp & crab ravioli– $2.45
2 cans tuna– $1.30
8 oz. pepperjack– $1.79
popcorn kernels– $1.19
white American singles– $1.89 (<– I messed up when I grabbed these– I usually buy pre-sliced white cheddar for in our sandwiches. I could lie and tell you I plan to return them and fix it, but the truth is we’ll just eat them. I know they’re “fake cheese.” We’ll survive. And I’ll be more careful next time! )
And that did it! Well, I did run to Walmart to grab some fun and funky plastic Easter eggs for next year– I saw them before Easter, but waited for the 75% off markdown.
Thoughts? Questions? What good deals have YOU found lately?
We teased our children about how spoiled they are. Not only did the “Easter Bunny” bring them some fun little doo-dads and treats– like cool new leak-proof water bottles!– they had even more goodies rained upon them. There were the expected baskets from Bama and Papa. The random treat here and there from school friends. Then, the man who sits behind us every week in church surprised me on Palm Sunday with some gorgeous hand-painted tin pails packed chock-full of all sorts of kid-awesomeness to give them. Lucky little ducks, I have! Still, I didn’t anticipate the man who sits in FRONT of us showing up at our doorstep Easter morning with three gloriously wrapped and bowed baskets for our little ones. So much generosity and kindness abounds around us.
This last gentleman also pressed an Easter card into my hands along with a bit of gourmet chocolate. He didn’t linger. Just wished us a blessed Easter and was on his way.
The card itself is lovely.
I opened it to read the pre-printed message inside and was surprised to find it filled with his hand-written thoughts…
“In life it is said, ‘enjoy the little things… for one day you’ll look back and realize they were the big things…’
Your daughters’ smiles and laughter, I am confident, bring our parishoners and definitely myself a ray of sunshine to every Sunday’s morning mass. Our Sundays are brightened with a couple of smiles and a bit of laughter that makes all else or any gloom or distraction melt away. These brief moments and small but very signifcant minutes take up the most room in our hearts.
Your son’s weekly dedication and devotedness every Sunday is admired by all.
I have taught my sons to always be respectful, humble, confident, and to have compassion for everyone. Many have commented to us that they display these qualities. I light up when this feedback comes my way.
So know that their smiles are a reflection of your teachings. They are truly uncut diamonds.
So enjoy this Easter and we hope that we could express our sincere thanks for brightening everyone’s weekly Sunday.”
And I got all choked up and misty.
I share this not because I want you to think I’m so awesome. Trust me– I’m the mama whose patience often runs thin and who shoots daggers with my eyes if I see my son fidget at the altar. I am as imperfect as they come and I make no attempt to hide that.
To have someone tell me I must be doing something right? To have someone share what he sees when he looks at our little family ? To have a man who’s further into the journey of parenthood than I point out the good?
Oh, what a treasure.
Share the good, sweet friends. Share the triumphs. Let’s be honest with one another like this gentleman was with me– we all like to hear the good feedback! It helps keep us going when the going gets tough.
You’re doing awesome, my friends. You’re making a difference in the world and the lives of others.
It’s not umcommon to hear Catholics say it: It’s not abaout the priest.
And it’s not. Not, really. That’s one of the fundamental beauties of the Church– and, yes, “Church” with a capital C when used in this manner. Theoretically, the priest doesn’t matter. The Catholic Church is steeped in ritual and tradition and having a different priest in the building really doesn’t change what you can and should expect.
The readings will be the same.
The gospel will be the same.
Reconciliation will be offered.
And, above all, the Eucharist will be present.
So, at the end of the day, it’s not about the priest.
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That much is true. The Church is not about the priest. It remains the Church no matter how many different priests come and go. This is true even about the Pope, in case you were wondering. The Church carries on even without a new pope until a new one is chosen. Because it’s not about any one man. Ever. (Well, unless that man is Jesus. But I digress…)
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None of this, however, could prevent the fat tears from streaking down my cheeks when, two Sundays ago, I learned that Father Larry will be leaving our parish.
One year ago, during Lent, Father Larry was away for almost three weeks. I was reminded of this when TimeHop sent me an email recalling my Facebook status, “I’m going through Father Larry withdrawal!”
And I was. It was hard not having him there when we were all so very used to seeing him a few times a week.
And now I’ve learned that he’s heading back to Canada.
And I cry.
My chest feels tight.
I’m already feeling a little lost and he’s nowhere even close to gone just yet.
I feel kind of silly about it, to be honest. I hold my head high and repeat, along with other good Catholics, “It’s not about the priest.”
And then A. says from the backseat, “He’s walked beside me as my faith grows. He taught me how to serve at the altar. I don’t know what to expect without him.”
I gaze in the rearview mirror and murmur, “I know, buddy. I know. And he’s the only priest your sisters even remember.”
A. looks out the window. The trees fly by. I flip my left turn signal and hear him again.
“But he’ll be closer to his parents, and that’s good. And we’ll get a new priest and we’ll make him feel very welcome.”
I smile. He continues,
“And maybe, one day, I’ll write him a letter and you’ll bake him those lemon cookies he thinks are amazing and when he gets them in the mail, he’ll think of us and smile. You think?”
Well, hey there! It’s Tuesday, which used to always be my “menu posting day”, so I feel like I’m actually on a track a bit. How ’bout that?
This is our “off” week in terms of activities. Don’t get me wrong– we still have gymnastics, karate, art class, chorus, orchestra, beginner band, and a host of church-related activities, but we’re still down four activities from the OTHER week. So, we consider this a break!
It’s conference week, so my kids have early dismissal from school. That makes the schedule kind of weird, but I’m not complaining. I actually kind of love conference week. We really like our kids’ teachers and I like having a chance to chat with them. Honestly, I just really like talking with people! And it’s fun to hear about how your kids are when they’re away from you.
So, with all that said, here’s what we’re eating this week. You’ll note some “specialty” breads on their– those are all things I snagged at a major grocery store bakery early one morning last week. It was all “day old” and marked down 90%. Garlic breadsticks for 19 cents? I’ll take ‘em!
B–Cereal, Apples, Milk ( before 7:30AM Mass)
Brunch– Ham & Eggs with Cheese, Maple Cinnamon Toast, Fruit
Mid-afternoon Snack– Sausage, Cheese, & Crackers
D–Sunday Supper at Bama & Papa’s– Hawaiian Pork over Cabbage
B–Bagels /w PB, Apples, Milk
D–Crab & Pepper Jack Rotini, Broccoli, Garlic Breadsticks