Natural Beauty

Production 4-29-2017

Ooh la la!  My garden is more than eye sex.  The extracted essential oils of my Lilacs, Lavender, Rosemary, Roses and Peppermint  perfume the natural beauty products produced at home.  I had yet to make chlorophyll and yesterday I did.  Well, I started the process as it takes several days and if I continue to add grass it can go for weeks.  I am creating a summer skin spray and chlorophyll is known to neutralize odors, hence the production.  I am unsure how strong to make the chlorophyll but I will determine that by smell since I am not inclined to understand the chemical or biological properties.

 Citrus Summer
2 T vodka
1/2 cup witch hazel
1/2 t liquid chlorophyll
3 drops bergamot, orange and/or grapefruit oils
Add a small amount of almond oil if your skin is dry.

This is a solar-powered sea slug that feeds on algae, extracting chlorophyll.  It is born a clear gray as seen in these two short movies and as it eats you notice the chlorophyll enter it’s body.  The slug is able to continue to produce chlorophyll for months and lives off this one meal. Note its cute black eyes.

If interested here is a general understanding of chlorophyll which is quite interesting.  (Robert Woodward, Nobel Prize 1965, a giant in the chemistry world and my husband’s hero, synthesized chlorophyll in 1960.)

Chlorophyll

Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul.  -Luther Burbank, environmentalist
The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just on the body, but the soul. -Alfred Austin, poet

How can we know?

with fear and trembling
destiny’s road perishes
with courage
the horizon comes to light

A problem exists in the edgy faction modern science and religion wage. The two disagree, most vehemently. Doubt about spiritual meaning exists in a scientific quest for knowledge and blind obedience to religion is dangerous. Warrior thinkers remain vigilant to answer why we battle against ourselves. There is no doubt gravity and the atomic bomb exist while a lack of spirit becomes a soulless fight against life.

I fear the poetic brain becomes a fossil, crushed bone without flesh. Science will never be buried and new discoveries ever weeding out the story of life. If we travel too far, we risk losing what it means to be human.

It’s not easy being
yellow, purple, orange
colored dreams,
man’s meaning
greater than what it seems.

Praying for the peace of Jerusalem, the world’s relationships, the plight of war’s casualties. Humans are still human after all. JšŸ’›

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EAtBki0PsC0

divergent roads

divergent roads embarked upon
timeless food for thought
wherever our feet
land in a pile of words
expanding beyond
our space and time
no boundaries persist

A behind-the-scenes look at what prompted my thoughts this morning.

My oldest daughter lives in Cambridge, MA, near Harvard Square, and casually walked past Steven Hawkings a few days ago. The key being causally but I sense she was intrigued beyond her space, by a theory of everything unknown to her. Curiosity of seeing outside of a box, knowing he exists inside a box. A knowing of him but clearly not knowing him at all.

A few seconds of my daughter’s life prompting me to watch the movie “A theory of everything” read his book “A brief history of time” and browse through quotes impacting thousands of thoughts.

I personally do not agree with his worldview, scientifically I cannot compete for or against his theories but I am interested in the human psyche. I exist to dig deep into what makes a person who they are. Are we controlled by our genius and do we believe what we prove scientifically exists? How much faith do we have in our thoughts? How do we argue for or against faith, miracles, hope and love, mysterious ways of being? Is not all of life built on faith? From what little I know of Hawking, he comes across as someone who puts his faith in his genius, which contradicts some quotes.

You cannot understand the glories of the universe without believing there is some Superior Power behind it.

People who boast about their IQ are losers.

We are just a breed of advance monkeys…

I am going off into a tangent, since my time spent lately is reading Jung, Plath and Woolf and looking at Van Gogh. I am changing course, never thinking I would give him the time of day, knowing I disagree with most everything Hawking believes regarding God.

God did not create the universe. –Hawking

Michelangelo–The creation of Adam

Respecting someone is listening, not in judgment, but with mercy and compassion. All are God’s children whether they believe they are or not. So, I show my theory of everything, willing and able to venture where I have never gone before.

letting no harm come
to hearts and minds
opening a willing curiosity
diverging into the unknown
astronauts who keep
their feet on the ground
and in God’s Word

I will keep the words of Jung, Plath and Woolf in consideration as well as the art of Van Gogh, while exploring Hawking. It is only fair.