This probably goes without saying.
But I’ll announce it anyway.
I am not wearing mascara to the garden party on Saturday.
Listen. Here’s the thing.
Saturday is my first in-person event in 14 months.
It has been 14 months since I’ve stood with you, used my fan to cool your skin and refresh your energy. Remember?
14 months since I sat with you as you arrived at deep clarity simply smelling an array of anointing oils.
14 months months since I touched oil to your skin and said I see you.
So I’m not wearing mascara because I know there will be tears.
Tears of joy and happiness, yes.
But also tears of gratitude and relief, ya’ll.
I am relieved.
During the pandemic I didn’t know what would happen to this Work without being able to touch you and be near you.
This Work — helping you align with your truest nature via scent.
This Work — looking into your eyes, touching oil to your skin, and saying yes, this is the path that’s yours to walk.
For years you came to sit with me. Years.
Knee to knee, we’d sit with hearts open. You’d smell the oils, we’d talk, you’d get anointed.
And then you’d put that first foot down onto your path BOOM like an elephant Queen and you’d walk outta there on fire, big as shit.
So holy hell after 14 long months we finally get to do it again.
I’ll be Seeing you in the garden.
(maybe don’t wear mascara either)
love & mascara,