Living Reality

Basil Vitality to the Rescue!

by ladypbwiggins

Awww Man! I’m out of basil, dried or fresh.

In the middle of preparing vegan gumbo, I discovered I had no basil. Now before you get your pants in a twist I know you gumbo loyalists say there is no such thing. Yes we have to make substitutions but we can make our version. Please let us have that.

Now back to my story. First I was frustrated and then I remembered…. I have Basil Vitality. I have been planning to meal prep with my Young Living oils so here was my opportunity to kick start it.

I used two drops in a 2 quart pot where my vegan sausage aand vegetables lived. The aroma, awesome. The taste was good but 2 drops might be too strong for some people. Next time I’ll use 1 drop and add another if needed.

In those 2 drops were flavor and all the benefits of Young Living Essential oil Basil Vitality.

This is the solution to those cold winter months where fresh may not be so available. Or those times you just don’t have the time or desire to go to the store. Click on the basil links or the picture to order yours.

Next goal is making my homemade spaghetti sauce using the vitality oils. I might even let you share the experience.😉

It’s that Young Living Black Soil Living!

Prescription: Rest

by ladypbwiggins

If you read my blog posts, please “like” them or “follow”. I have been told by some real friends that they read them but I never knew until this week. It is encouraging to know they are read. Now I don’t feel like a voice crying in the wilderness and unheard.

This week I have been trying to follow the doctor’s prescription, Rest. It wasn’t and isn’t easy.

I did get some things done toward organization. I feel good about that. Continuing in mental if not physical rest. Living and loving my black soil life.

Resurrecting Franklin

by ladypbwiggins

I went to bed last night thinking about causes for my stress and how to relieve it. I realized all the different directions I felt pulled into; all the different ideas floating around in my brain; all the different responsibilities I now have. I felt my stress level go up just thinking about it all. Anyone who knows me well knows I hate unorganized chaos. (I believe I can have some organization within my chaotic life) Example:looking for the tops to storage containers or pots and pans. When they are cleaned, I store them with their tops on. Having to look for them creates stress.

Then an organization system we used in the ’80s popped into my thoughts: Franklin Planner. I haven’t used it in years but it seems quite appropriate for the chaos in my life. Can’t hurt. After this thought I went into a restful sleep.

For those who haven’t used the system, it is quite simple and very effective. First list all the things you have to do. Then prioritize them. All urgent, time sensitive recieve an A level; the next in importance recieve a B level and so on. Making the lists should prove very enlightening. Prioritizing is going to be interesting because right now I think everything is urgent. Recently I unpacked my husband’s office and found his planner. Now I can organize my chaos. 😄

So today I will resurrect Franklin.

My Friend, Stress

by ladypbwiggins

August was a very stressful month. I didn’t know how stressful until a few days ago. But I’m getting a head of myself . Here’s the story.

Four and a half years ago my husband had a massive heart attack and our shared responsibilities became all mine and I became his primary caregiver. The stress created by all that has become so familiar that I didn’t realize I was stressed. Then August 2019 came.

Event 1 – husband began having difficulty breathing. Fluid had accumulated around his heart and lungs. His right foot was so swollen it looked like his ankles had tumors on each side. Water pills were prescribed but in the meantime there was the breathing issue. I rubbed Raven a Young Living Essential oil on his chest and put some in the diffuser. That helped but I still received interrupted sleep.

Event 2 – Trip to Alabama. I went to visit my uncle who has become debilitated. He insists on living alone to retain some independence. It was a 3 day turn around that was stress-filled. I functioned on adrenaline and caffeine. I did what I could in that short time to help him and to relieve some cconcerns my mother, his sister, had.

Event 3 – I began having chest pains. My left arm and hand began to tingle. Fear stepped up and said you are having a heart attack. I began to pray and declare that I was not. I didon’t have time to be sick. I absolutely refused and the pain worsened. Finally, I listened to my husband and ddaughter and went to urgent care who redirected me to emergency. After several test I was admitted for observation and more tests. All test were negative. My heart and lungs are healthy.The doctor told me whatever I was doing to keep doing it. I am healthy. Yes, Lord. STRESS was blamed for all my pain. The intensity crept up so I didn’t notice until it took control. I began massaging my feet at night with Peace and Calming oil and that helped me sleep.

This is how August ended. So how did September begin? With pain. I decided to exercise to begin relieving the stress. The next morning, September 2, I could not walk. Literally could not walk. So now I am fighting that pain. I need to exercise because I will not take a boat load of pills for the stress. I will continue with exercise, Stress Away essential oil and Peace & Calming Essential oil.

This is my time for ME!

Watch “The Sandbox was Before That” on YouTube

by ladypbwiggins

Still feeling the results if the conference. My soil has been greatly enriched by this experience. In addition I developed new relationships and made others stronger.

TODAY, the Best Day❣

by ladypbwiggins

Today is workday. I am finally organizing my office/sewing center/guess room. I am setting up to continue my self-care. I’ll explain in my next post. My soil is blacker now. So many nutrients were added to it these last two weeks.

TODAY is the BEST day of my life🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾

God is leaning in my direction❣

Private Summers

by ladypbwiggins

It is hot here in Texas but it is what you would expect this time of year. Each day we check the temperature and we get two numbers: one is the actual temperature and the other is the “feels like” temperature. But there is a third temperature. It is felt by those who experience “private summers”, most commonly known as hot flashes.

I can only share what I’ve been told because I was blessed to only experience them for a couple of days and then they were very mild. So mild that I only realized what was happening when I had a crying, sobbing breakdown in the middle of a meeting at First 5 Riverside with about 20 other women. Fortunately that lasted only a day.

But back to private summers. Some women turn to pharmaceuticals, others just suffer through it but there is another choice. A natural, non-toxic relief is available. Young Living has several products that offer relief. I asked for referrals from the users and the results are

  1. Progessence Plus blend- serum- blend of bergamot, peppermint, Frankincense enhance progesterone skin penetration. Natural progesterone may help with several things including menapause symptoms.
  2. Sclaressence blend-supports the hormones
  3. Femigen – helps balance hormones- supplement capsules
  4. Clary Sage – affects hormonal system -single oil

There are several others but these were the ones championed the most, listed in the order of highest frequency.

Air conditioning and plenty of water can help the Texas heat and I offer potential relief from those “private summers.”

Click this link privatesummer

Foundations

by ladypbwiggins

Do you remember nursery school? Today they call it preschool. I do. The place: McKenzie Courts Center. The administrator/teacher: Mrs. Henderson. The first lovingly, strong academia influence in my life. She and her staff taught us skills to prepare us for elementary school. It wasn’t just the a,b,c’s, colors and numbers. When I left there I could read and write legibily. They taught us how to behave in social settings outside our home. They required our best in all areas. I never thought of that place as a place for poor, black kids. I never felt the sting of “separate but equal” unequal segregation. Jim Crow overshadowed this sanctuary, but I didn’t know it. I felt safe. Mrs. Henderson and company did that for us. I remember we ate, we slept, we played, we learned. But most of all we were respected and loved. You can’t get much richer than that:My Black Soil. My roots got stronger every day. I was a little kid enjoying life. I believe Mrs Henderson is enjoying a well-deserved rest in heaven. Thank you.