I smell like spaghetti sauce. Seized by vanity and the fear of middle-age, I’ve been trying oil cleansing for my face. I added a few drops of the essential oil of white thyme to my mix, and now I smell like dressed a noodle. But in a good way. (There is nothing bad associated with pasta).
Now I read that magically, thyme is associate with water, Venus, and the faeries. It improves your mood and dispels sadness.
Folks, I am down with that.
My home is radiating with the energy of ritual. I circled with two old friends and I feel a shift in my home. I am feeling happier, lighter. I matter to people. I am ready for what is next!