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Love Yourself, FIRST.

We hear a lot about “self-love” in the healing community, but often people confuse “self-love” with “selfishness.”

I love to make up words; one of my favorite words is “self-full.” Using this word means I prioritize my wants, needs, and desires at no one’s expense – especially my own.

When women accept the role of “motherhood,” we are often expected to put our children and spouses first. This is a crock of shit. While I am sure there are some “lackluster Moms out there, the rest of us do the “heavy lifting” anyway – so putting our partners and children first is redundant – leaving many of us angry and empty.

When I worked for “the man,” I traveled extensively. My journals were filled with pages and pages of venting about my spouse and child. I kept up my journaling religiously until I realized this. *God forbid* there was a plane crash, and my family would discover that my journals were filled with anger and frustration toward them – not the legacy I wanted to leave behind.

My own mother had a thing about Mother’s Day. She refused to acknowledge it. Because I admired her so much, I adopted this idea, until one day, long after many years of motherhood, I realized – “fuck that – I bust my ass! Yes – you will celebrate me!”

A supportive tool I have available now; I wish I had it back then. It is, in fact, one of the most valuable tools available in our arsenal of Magickal Oils at Curio, Craft & Conjure. It is our carefully crafted Release Anger Oil. You don’t have to be a mother to take advantage of the gift of this oil. It supports opening your heart, providing clarity, letting shit out, and grounding.

A few ways to use it include:

  • Applied to the front and back of the heart and/or stomach chakra daily, it supports processing your emotions without resorting to the usual crutches (alcohol, arguing, being an ass, or all three!)
  • A drop can be added to bath water – for an emotional cleansing healing bath.
  • Mix a drop with olive oil during candle rituals.

Rub into your palms, cup palms to your face, and inhale for a “quick fix.” *One of the critical ingredients is Blue Cypress oil – so be sure to rub it in, or it may stain your clothes.

In addition to using Release Anger Oil, take this time to retreat, rest, read, learn, grow, and heal – the best gift you can give yourself.

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