Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Losing Faith and Coughing Like Crazy

Late November through December for those in retail it's like tax time for an accountant.
The beginning of December I found myself feeling just a little under the weather.
I was confident that with some tea and tinctures I would be just fine in a few days.
As time passed I seemed to be getting a little worse not better.
I did all of the things that make sense, including good food and good sleep and I kept up with the tinctures and teas.
By mid December, as the store was at its peak of business, I spent a great deal of each day with a cough drop tucked inside my cheek, sipping tea and coughing into the crook of my arm.
I could feel the deep wet tidal feeling in my lungs.
I knew it was pneumonia.
I focused on hitting it hard. I dug through my herb room and found fresh golden seal tincture I had made nearly a decade ago, harvested from an organic grower in Washington.
I poured it straight from the big bottle by the teaspoon, not even bothering with a dropper.

My new, more focused, regimen went something like this:
Tea: Drink 2 mugs in AM and 6 mugs at night of
fresh organic ginger root sliced into rounds - about a dozen thin slices and Elecampane roots boiled with apple peels
then adding lemon juice and lots of local honey.
The ginger was keeping my stomach from being upset and helped with the killer heartburn I was having.

During the day I drank nourishing herbal teas from Flora.
Bright green herbals Everyday Magic and Emerald Healing were my go-to teas to balance my morning and evening deep earthy spicy blends much like our house blend Middle Earth, which we were sadly out of the last couple of weeks of December.

I had to switch to sugar-free ricola cough drops so I wouldn't rot my teeth since I was going through an entire bag every couple of days.
Tinctures of
Usnea - anti biotic & drying
Goldenseal - toning, soothing, drying, anti microbial.
Wild Cherry Bark - to stop the terrible tickle and coughing
Ginger - is good for everything - calming & soothing to the gut - heats & moves cold stuck things
Elecampane - is a panacea for me - lung specific, heals deep grief and heals the lungs and throat
Propolis - harvested locally -anti biotic and anti inflammatory
Echinacea - immune tonic
Oregon Grape - anti bacterial and toning
Eight hours sleep every night - lucky
Bone broths - low boil for 8 hours - 4 hours one night, refrigerate and 4 the next is fine
tons of greens - nourishing & sustaining
After a week of this I could feel the intense watery-ness in my lungs retreating. But I was still feeling terrible.
I was coughing so much and so hard that it hurt.
As I am not much of a complainer and often an avoider, it was easy to deal with only the most obvious symptoms at any given time.
Also, it should be noted that I was working at least 10 hours a day, at least 7 of them talking, six days a week.

My sweetie asked me if maybe I should see a doctor, I scoffed. No way, why would I?
Later that same day as I lie on top of the covers in only a towel, still wet from the shower, I cried from the pain of coughing and I realized, yes, this is might be a good time to call the doctor.
I was able to see my acupuncturist the following day.
He asked if I had gotten chest x-rays. Again I scoffed.
He let me know that lung issues can be very serious.
"I know that's why I'm here. I trust you and here I am. Give my lungs some love and help me kick this."
He did some complicated tapping to confirm that the deep lungs were no longer watery depths.
He needled me and checked my pulses and we were both comforted to know that in a few days I would see my naturopath.

Before I even took a seat on the sofa at the naturopath's she said "sounds like whooping cough".
We went over the whole story of the progression of symptoms throughout the month.
It seems that yes, there was some time with pneumonia as well.
Luckily that part had passed and yet I was still wrecked with coughing and now that the adrenaline of December had passed I was incredibly annoyed that I was still sick.

As soon as the dreaded crud I had been carrying around with me was diagnosed as whooping cough I was relieved.
The doctor was surprised by my reaction.
It wasn't until that moment that I realized how stressful it had been the last month to be coughing like my lungs might leave my body.
The deep questioning I felt each night as I lay in bed going over my treatment plan and wondering what I was doing wrong was awful.
What's the nausea and heartburn about?
The main problem wasn't in my treatment but in my diagnosis.
I was working under the assumption that I had pneumonia and although difficult and slow I know (knock on wood) how to take care of it.

Pertussis! A childhood ailment that I hadn't considered.

She assured me that I was right on with all that I was doing and it was the reason I was able to continue to work.

To my then current treatment she gave me a couple of homeopathic remedies, had me add fresh chopped garlic with honey, *mustard packs and *heel drops.

I cried a bit with relief on the drive home. Realizing only after, that my mind was drumming up terrible scenarios of pregnancy, what with the nausea and heartburn. Or worse, Lung cancer, emphysema or thyroid cancer.
The sorrow I was feeling about questioning my herbal knowledge was relieved as well.

Luckily, the contagious state is long gone. I have no idea who may have infected me or if I (hopefully not) passed it along before my symptoms came on.

The ways in which we can take care of ourselves depend greatly on our ability to see the situation.
I was having difficulty seeing the whole picture for reasons I have already stated, but also because it was the Holidays. Capital H.
We also had a death in the family so there were a lot of reasons to be distracted.
Also, I am super competent and rarely does anyone question me. So when I am in a terrible state and I question friends after the fact they will say "you seemed like you knew what you were doing."
Let that be a lesson. Sometimes you have to let your guard down so others can help.

Alea, the newest Flora girl did send me home on a particularly bad day.
She was all "Um, we have a big season ahead of us, why don't you go home, we've got this covered".
I knew it must be bad.
Thanks Alea.

I have read that whooping cough is sometimes called "The 100 days of coughing"
I am over 40 days in and I hope that all of the hard work I have invested may shorten my bout with this crazy beast.

here's to my health and yours
xo

btw
The nausea and heartburn?
From the hernia caused by the coughing.
The naturopath is having me do heel drops, which began to relieve my symptoms very quickly.

Mustard Plaster mix 3 tablespoons flour+ 1 tablespoon dry mustard into a paste with warm water
place thin muslin directly on the chest/lung area
spread mustard mixture onto cloth
cover with another piece of muslin
top with a hot wet (wrung out) towel
let sit for 10 minutes
*be careful of sensitive nipples, the mustard gets hot!

Heel drops- Drink a couple of glasses of water, and then stand on your tippy toes then drop your heels down firmly. Do this 15 to 20 times once a day.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

New Sandalwood Blends


I was making Knitter's Hand Balm for Knit Purl and a couple of mail order customers last week.
During the process, there is a time when you just have to wait.

In my amazing workspace, waiting is lovely, as I am surrounded by all the most amazing scents and sights, recently organized by the lovely Julia DaRosa. (thank you!)
I found myself thinking about my beloved Sandalwood oils and although they are rare, precious, expensive, exotic and so on, I just decided that it was silly to be hoarding it all like some Grandma with her perfectly embroidered pillowcases in a dresser rather than on her bed.

What am I going to do, carry my sandalwood with me to my grave?
No. (at least not all of it)

I decided then and there to make something with sandalwood. The good stuff. The vintage Mysore Sandalwood.

If you don't know what that means, picture the thing that you covet and cannot afford. That's what it's like.

A wholesale perfumer once said to me when my children were little "ah, just buy a kilo of this Sandalwood and put it away for them and it will pay for them to go to college."

I didn't get a kilo, but I bought as much as I could afford at the time to add to my stash.

I made 5 new blends that day. 4 of them with sandalwood.
One of them was perfect on the first try.
That rarely happens.
They normally need tweaking and finessing over weeks and months.

One of them we love!
So rich and luscious, exotic and layered.

I let go of "saving for a rainy day" and with freedom and feelings of generosity and abundance created "Lakshmi".

The main notes:
Sandalwood offers an exotic, deep, sweet, slightly smoky wood scent.
Rose is beautiful, loving and abundant.
Pink Lotus is narcotic and seductive while remaining a sacred flower in many cultures.

Together, it's all that, with the alchemy of magic, mixing, time and intention making it even more than the sum of it's parts.
It's not quite on the shelves yet as we are still musing over the name, but come by and try some on. The tester will be waiting for you!

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Cottonwood

Oh Cottonwood, how I love you.
your scent is warm, inviting, comforting and intoxicating all at the same time.
When I am harvesting and processing cottonwood buds I feel like I am reaching back in time, as if I am with all of the people who have used and loved this tree for centuries.
the sticky resin is the magic
some of the buds look old and decrepit, like a strange animal talon. While some of these are old and hollowed out by time, some are full and rich with resin-y goodness.
here is a leafy part on its way to be a bud and it is sooo sticky and good

this was the harvest from last year this time. I infused the buds in olive oil in a double boiler on lowish heat for a good long time. Maybe 3 hours. I let it sit (infuse) in the oil for a month or two. Not because it needs to, because I don't think it does, but because it will keep and I am busy.
Also, it looks amazing in the jar, the buds, some floating and some suspended by the resins look otherworldly and ancient.
Once I finally strain the buds from the oil, I simply heat it and add beeswax enough to make a solid and pour it into tins and voila! the best natural perfume ever.
I know, there are a million medicinal uses for cottonwood, but this Balm of Gilead as a magical scent can heal things you never knew ailed you.

this resin will take awhile to come off, but with it's heavenly scent, I'm not so worried.
xo

the other

my other blog is more about the store, this one as it turns out is more about the herbal side of things.
check the other one out and let me know what you think
xo

Monday, August 2, 2010

Sunday Perfumery

When I make perfume I like to listen to Joanna Newsom. She's odd & quirky and her singing makes me get into a zone that is perfect for listening to the essence of smell. That probably doesn't make sense but it works for me.
However, Joanna Newsom is not the most appropriate retail background music and we are retail even if I am geeking out in the back room.

Today, Sunday, I went in with the intention of working on a blend that I have been thinking about and tinkering with for a good long time, something along the lines of two years, in fits and starts.
In all that time, it has been with me, all of the scents that I dream up live with me. I carry them around like so many small children.
Perhaps that's why Joanna Newsom is so right for the work. She is the perfect serenade for so many small aromatic and at times slightly vexing children.

Today the store's computer crashed and the computer guy (my guy) was fixing that up and Sadie was covering my shift so that I could try to get this blend made up and even with all of the chaos I just gathered my ingredients and started blending. And figuring.
As I always say: "it's mostly math". Don't fool yourself. The magic of perfumery is totally there, but if you don't keep very diligent track of every tiny detail, it's a one time thing.
If you want to recreate something, even if it is just to change it, you have to mark down the measurements and the source of each oil and so on and so forth.
As I was dropping aromatics into tiny beakers, there was a moment in which I was questioning Sadie's choice of music and a split second later I was reminded as I often am of the perfect match of all the lovely people who work and help at Flora and how amazing it all is and how it always works out. Sadie had chosen for this Sunday at high noon none other than Joanna Newsome. Perfect.

The perfume, you ask? Yes, of course.
The blend is in two at this point or it is two separate scents. I am not quite sure.
They are similar and have a kindred nature, but they are each their own distinct selves.

I was going for a masculine scent. One that is warm and rich, that will give comfort and be sexy all at the same time.
I love the femmy scents of rose and jasmine but I also love the earthy and deep vetivert and oak moss.

One of the images for the scent is of campfires, open sky and dusk falling.

I was imagining what an iconic masculine scent would be and I thought of my dad.
The scents that I remember most about him are cigarettes, sawdust and coffee.
My dad was a man's man, whatever that means and the scent I am going for evokes a past that is reminiscent of an ideal.
This is the scent of the Marlboro Man or Don Draper or the dream of being a little more manly than you really are, or of bringing out something hidden in you.
Cicero wrote "A man's chief quality is courage."

The scent has dignity and strength and it smells great on women as well.

One of the scents is a bit sweeter than the other and we are tentatively calling it "bandito nights"
The second is darker and moodier and tentatively named "Middle Earth"

My brother and sister-in-law came into the store later in the day and my sis-in-law asked about the scent on the counter. I let her smell it and she swooned. She had my brother smell it and he seemed surprised by how much he liked it.
She wanted to buy some for him. It was just the in-store tester that we were playing with and trying to set a name to. But what could I say? I poured half of it into a bottle for her to take home.
Even though I didn't give them the story behind the scent, it seems fitting that my brother is gifted in a magical way with a scent inspired, at least in part, by our dad.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Lavender Sugar Cookies

I wanted to make something special for an event at the store and I wanted it to be simple.
Simple = sugar cookies + lavender = Special
I tried the recipe once to make sure they would be "good enough" for the art opening and they were.
I made them again to everyone's delight including the guest of honor, our artist of the month Trish Grantham, who has turned into our featured artist for the past 2-3 months. She keeps on painting and folks keep on buying it.
Yay! Supporting local art is a deeply political and spiritual act. Investing in art is Righteous.
We also really love that when she brings in new art, she stays and moves everything around so everything is all freshy-fresh.

It's been awhile, but here's the recipe:

Lavender Sugar Cookies

I make these entirely in the food processor

1 heaping tablespoon dried lavender in food processor
with 3/4 C organic brownish sugar or regular brown sugar,
add a stick of soft butter, mix well.
add an egg, 2 tsp vanilla extract.
blend,
then add 1.5 C flour, 1/2tsp salt, 1/2 tsp baking soda. mix, not too much.
scoop dough by the teaspoon,
roll into little balls by hand,
roll in vanilla sugar (or any sugar)
don't flatten,
I know you'll want to, but don't.
Bake in a 375 degree oven for about 5-7 minutes.
don't let them brown.

if you don't have a food processor, blend the lavender and sugar in a mortar & pestle or a coffee grinder, then proceed how you would with any other cookie recipe.
They will be fragrant and lovely and should stay soft for days.
They are so dreamy!
enjoy.