Psyche & Soma: Deep Healing for Body & Soul
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Learn how to harness the power of natural medicine so you can create a healthy body, a balanced mind, and a fulfilling, creative life. Melanie teaches you how to use herbal medicine and holistic wellness practices so that you can thrive in all areas of your life.
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Dear Diary, or, Tongue Reading Gets Real
Apr 4 15
Something has been missing from my writing and podcasting in the last few months.
The truth is, the 'expert' voice doesn't suit me terribly well. It's not that I don't have a lot of great (in my opinion) information to share, or that I don't like teaching...it's that facts are a dime a dozen and you can learn about herbs and food and self-care in dozens upon dozens of places.
After all, if you're anything like me, finding the facts isn't the biggest challenge. The real challenge is the day-to-day practices of caring for this body and soul of yours (and mine.) I must confess: I'm not some expert perched atop a perfectly figured out life with a perfect diet and perfect herbal regimen and perfect relationships and a perfectly realized life purpose. My real life is much messier than that.
And while I might long for a more picture-perfect day sometimes, the messy truth certainly makes for better reading. Hopefully, it also makes for a better, deeper connection with you. Maybe, just maybe, if I can find the courage to open myself up more and more to share the messy parts of what it looks like for me to walk my own healing path and to walk beside my clients on theirs, I can share a few morsels with you that you couldn't find on WebMD or Livestrong or even in the writings of my herbal teachers.
So, with that, dear reader, I'm closing my eyes and hitting "publish" on this post. I dedicate this story to all of us in all of our glorious imperfection and tender human vulnerability.
It’s 6:30am and I had a terrible night’s sleep.
This has been one more tough night in a series of tough nights that’s seemed to stretch on for weeks. “Just as love crowns you, so may he crucify you,” the Gibran quote says. I don’t quite feel crucified; it’s more like my heart’s been wrung out like a dirty dishrag and used to mop the floor.
I step into the bathroom and switch on the light. My face. I no sooner see it in the mirror than the cascade of judgements starts about the puffy-eyed, yellow-pale, acne scarred, dry skinned face that’s looking back at me. I massage the cleanser in and inhale the grapefruit and cocoa butter smell then gently buff it off with the tiny circular motions of a warm washcloth. Try as I might, I can’t quite get this to work as a self-love ritual. I’m too attached to trying to fix the dry skin, the blueish tinge under the eyes, and the deepening lines on the sides of my mouth that insist on reminding me that I’m older than I