I get nostalgic this time of year despite myself.

Luckily I have learned that time travel exists. . .

well, at least in the virtual web world. . . 

http://www.archive.org/web/web.ph

. . . lets you search for sites that existed in a times past.

 

So, missing the thrill of getting my hands dirty, and having neighbors wonder what I was stirring for hours in my caldren, I found my old friend- the website displaying the line of bath and body products I created a few years back.

I have been missing my old friend even more recently because my new office now shares space with an organic market that calls out to my woo woo spirit each day. 

Perhaps I should have asked the rabbi to add 'and in strong fragrance making mishaps and creations' to my vows instead of just accepting that I was marrying someone extremely sensitive to smells. 

 

http://web.archive.org/web/20041010205959/bodyalamode.com/soaps.htm

I miss those days and may need to revive my lotion bar soon.  

Sorry McGyver, you will just have to deal, nose sensitivities and all.

 

My husband is no longer allowed to make fun of me for my woo woo ways.

Last night on our dock with our neighbors, he performed a boat re-naming ceremony, blessing the G-ds, throwing cups of champagne in all 4 compass directions to ensure protection and safety for us in our travels, toasting me as his first mate, and Isaac as second mate, and then our neighbors jumped in to toast us and the boat. Apparently re-naming a boat has many superstitions surrounded it, so it has to be done in a very specific way and I have to say, that Leo did a wonderful job as the boat rabbi.

Thankfully we also have one neighbor who is very knowledgeable and sticks to the script verbatim. He is one of those neighbors you are glad is there with you to shed light on the situation and bring order to chaos, unless you are at an HOA meeting and you want the meeting to only last an hour. But Rob made sure that we all took it very seriously, he even brought a camera to commemorate the occasion which I loved and appreciated.   But the best part was Isaac throwing his beloved pacifier in the water after seeing his Papa's ceremony and wanting to do his part.

Adrianna is a beautiful boat, and she seems even more resilient with her new name. Wish us safe travels and good luck with the sailing G-d’s, and please email info on the importance of leaving the boat as it is after the re-naming ceremony so I can convince Leo that he does not need to clean the sticky, champagne-drenched bow. I would like to actually get Leo, Isaac and I out on the boat tonight for Father’s Day.

 

In a former life, I worked in a color therapy store on Melrose.

I gave readings for those who came to the store, including a few famous faces over the years.

People were drawn into Aunt Vi's Garden by the gorgeous Aurasoma bottles.

Once they entered our little haven, they picked 4 bottles that spoke to them.  Ok, the bottles did not really speak, but you know what I mean in your gut.

Each bottle has a certain essence and corresponds to the different chakras (energy centers we all have on our bodies).  

Ok, you think I am a fruity californian, liberal who buys into all that stuff, and maybe I buy into more than most, but only after I have tested them for myself.

That I did (and those stories are for another day since I had some crazy things happen as a result)

But I do not wish to scare you off that quickly, so I digress.

Vicky Wall, the creator of aurasoma, felt 'called' to create these bottles without really understanding the who what when where or why.  She just went with it - and what is even more amazing is that she was creating color therapies as a blind woman.  Sitting around afterwards, thinking she was looney, she set up a booth at a fair and waited to see who came for the bottles, hoping that she would learn what they were, and what their purpose might be. 

Each one of us has been called, but how often do we answer the phone?

I am a sucker for those kind of stories.

Anyway, I had forgotten that I had these cards until today, and needing some guidance, I pulled them out.

These are the cards that Isaac chose for his soul cards.

He is an old soul.

He speaks the truth even if it gets him into trouble. (This I might have to wait and see since he only speaks a few dozen words, but I can see the twinkle in his eyes and know that this probably will be true.) 

His greatest challenge will be trusting himself and finding the balance between his intuition and his intellect so he does not over-think or become too sensitive.

If he can 'go with the flow' his soul bottle - he will be a great communicator, and being of service will be important to him.

There is deeper and greater meaning here, but I will have to wait a few years to ask him if it is okay for me to share more.

 

Over the last few years, I have offered many book suggestions to my husband. Though I admit part of it was because of a passive aggressive gene that I inherited, mostly it was in good faith because I thought he might find some of them interesting.
   
Even so, I never really thought he was listening until last night.
Somehow– on his own accord – he decided to read a few chapters of Eckhart Tolle’s New Earth.   (I must for my own piece of mind say that I have been a ‘friend’ of Tolle’s since 2000, long before he was a glimmer in Oprah’s eye.)   

Anyway, not only did he read it, but he even admitted that he enjoyed it. 
I slept well knowing that it was assured that from now on, we could and would connect on a whole new level.   

Upon waking, I began happily preparing breakfast for my two boys, morphing into Peggy Lee and cooking up the bacon (figuratively), and frying it up in a pan.    When I turned to see the laundry that my husband told me he would put away days ago staring me in the face, my mood did not waver. 

I turned on some music, danced around picking up toys, and continued to make a brilliant fluffy omelet with home potatoes and still no Leo.

I called out for him, and even used the phone he bought so we could page each other in the house - perfect for these moments- nothing.  I could tell that he was not on the phone and had finished his shower,  so I knew that the only thing that could be holding him up was that he was looking at sailboat porn.

Ok, down girl, let it go.

As our breakfast grew cold, and I was doing my best to keep our son occupied to prevent a melt-down, I began wilting like the witch in the Wizard of Oz.

As Leo descended the stairs towards us, I tried with all of my might to channel June Cleaver, but somehow, Wanda, the sassy nag wife was just too strong, so when he reached the kitchen table and his first comment was to complain that the coffee tasted funny, I LOST IT large protruding neck veins and all. 

He turned to me very measured and said, "I am not the source of your problem... that is your pain body talking.." 

The voice inside my head said, “Girlfriend, don’t you dare laugh.” ….“Keep your straight face and hold it together.” 

After a few blinks and my wit not fully functioning yet, I turned in silence to grab the jelly from the fridge.  Suddenly Leo was dry humping me from behind.  "I take responsibility for these actions."

I looked over to Isaac hoping he was busy chomping on his cheerios, but no luck, he had seen it, and started laughing and clapping.

Leo walked over and grabbed the book and read these words “Do you want peace or drama. . .?”   

Isaac even looked at me to see what I was going to do.

Be careful what you wish for. 

I’m just sayin.