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environgirl
The brave don't live forever. The cautious don't live at all.--shango
 
Experimenting with Bath Salts Next

Hello All.  First Old Business.....

Hester and Andthen finally received their long ago promised soaps from me this week! YAY! Ladies I am so sorry that it took so long and I am likewise thrilled that you both like them. Sorry to Hester for not sending more of the super scented stuff.  She has informed me that she digs Rosemary and Lavendar so watch out lady you asked for it! and you and andthen will join Myclette  and  drunkenoso on my guinea pig list of soap testers.

After some practice I have decided to start production on my home-made bath salt mixes.  That's right folks it time to soak those achey muscles in salts by Environgirl!  I have been using them and I love them (NO Really, they totally rock. I'm not just saying that).  The trouble with posting them to folks is the packaging. I store the salts in glass jars and will have to be super diligent in sending them safely. We shall see. 

Today was VERY busy. I worked both jobs (Arizona better be freakin' awesome! GRrrrr).  Came home to rave reviews of the soap (thanks! that makes me feel fantastic) showered and threw on the pj's for beddy-bye.  In case you have not noticed I have started posting poems on the daily blog. I love poetry and figured others must love it too so here we go.......

Winter Brook

AN ARCHANGEL is busy, lives underground
and builds tunnels for the ancient water,
coaxes melted snow down to the mouths of ponds
through funnels underneath these holy acres, 

angles that sag down from the white pine
stand. Near the barn grey land rests flat.
There, the beckoned arteries burst from muddy skin
which is weak from runoff, wears rotting thatch,

thatch that bleeds itself into the thicket
of leveled veined grasses and old puffed cat-tails.
Winter Brook is carving it's name in the granite
gravel, its season shown-off in waterfalls,

arching down, down, to the culvert, to the pond,
and the hiding springs where the angel's work never ends
.-----Linda Hogan


This a lovely poem about the perpetuation of nature and how the cycle that feeds, nourishes and propels us is neverending, beautiful, simple and complex all at once.

Goddess Bless

btw

MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP ON DECEMBER 20TH! START PLANNING NOW FOR MY FABULOUS GIFT AND/OR GIANT BIRTHDAY BASH!!  lol

 

 

 

 
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