Broken Trees Still Bloom?

I live in the country. Like… The country. Let’s just say that overalls are normal here (no, I don’t own any- I’ve always had a splash of Hollywood in my veins😊) and we may or may not have some people in our county that use old comodes (aka toilets for the northern folks!) in the front yard with their house number proudly displayed on it.

It always makes me smile and shake my head just slightly in bemusement when I drive by but hey, if you’re ever in a pinch… πŸ˜‚

I love the country- in fact, I am currently on my porch swing enjoying the rain. That was one of the things my dad and I had in common- we both liked sitting on the porch and listening to the rain. πŸ’œ

I also love being in nature and I try to make it an everyday practice that the kids and I go for a walk around our family mountain for outdoor time and physical health.

Something that has really been sticking out to me this past month on our walks is how many of our trees are almost completely snapped in half due to the strong winds- and yet there are beautiful flowers blooming on the broken side- and ONLY THE BROKEN SIDE! Rather astonishing, I think.

After our walk today, I grabbed my phone and headed back down to get a pic of a tree that has been on my mind. When I got to it,Β  it began to pour down rain but I did the best I could in the few seconds I had πŸ™‚

There’s a life lesson in this. A MAJOR one. Have you figured it out yet?

Think about it. A tree limb. Snapped in half. Hanging by a literal thread of wood. But there it is, blooming and producing beautiful flowers. Meanwhile on the other side, the unbroken side, there is just branch- no new growth, no flowers. Is anyone picking up on this? Get my drift?

No matter what image people try to portray, I can tell you as one who studies the mind (and lives in one!) That no one has their life perfectly together- and that’s good- and normal! Because if we did have everything ‘perfect’, there would be no growth. It is the adversity, the suffering, the literal snapping in half of our lives where we are left hanging on my a mere thread that the growth happens. Because it is in those moments that we can either fall over, play possom and call it a day, or we can use these challenges to make something new and wonderful, overcoming the odds and choosing life over despair- no matter how dire the situation. Wow. Those are some big words. Some tough words. I am almost cringing as they come to me to write down. Because what I’m writing, what I’m suggesting, is hard. Hard. Hard.

But it’s worth it; to throw in the towel on the things in our lives that we think are broken and don’t have a chance is to deny our God-given capabilites, strength and resilence. No, we can’t undo a shattered tree limb. But God can. And sometimes it may be His plan to fix your situation for you and make things comfortable again for you. And other times, most of the time I think, He see our brokenness. He sees our tears, our torn limb and the mess we find ourselves in. And instead of turning away and ignoring our pitiful state of need and despair, He comes along side us and helps us grow beautiful flowers. He helps us bloom in the midst of our pain – maybe even because of it. The Lord is near to the brokenhearted (the broken limbed) and if you are willing to let Him, He will help you turn that obstacle, that stressor, that suffering into something beautiful. Something that can not only help you and your branch, but also inspire all who walk by, seeing your glorious flowers and thinking, how did THAT happen? ….I thought she was just a broken limb.

πŸ’œ Bobbie-jo

 

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Is There Time to Pick a Flower in Heaven?

That’s what my youngest child thoughtfully asked me as he was riding in his car seat on the way home from church today. I told him, yes, I think there will be time to do that- to which he replied, “Ok, I am going to bring one to Jesus.”

What a precious thought of a 4 year old- to bring Jesus a gift- a flower. Imagine if for a minute our adult minds could slow down and think about bringing Jesus a flower. You know, when I put it that way, thinking of this is way more exciting than my to-do list constantly running in my head. (No wonder I give myself so many headaches!)

Not only do I have a constant “to-do” list in my mind of things I need to do for the family, the house, the careers, the wallet, the vehicles, friends etc., I also have a list of things “I need to do” to help everyone in the world. No wonder I am overwhelmed so much! Because last time I looked in the mirror, I did NOT suddenly discover I was Superwoman and though I may wear sandals, I am NOT Jesus. 😊

You know what I become when I try to be SuperWoman? Super Stressed, Super Tense, Super Tired and Super Migraine, to name a few. That’s *probably* proof that I’m not meant to do it all. And though it’s great to have goals, to want to help others and want to have a well-kept home, we simply can’t have it all in this world-Β  Not in a Debbie Downer way (don’t start flushing your dreams down the toilet!) – but in a ‘we have to pick and choose what’s most important to us’ way.

I went to a work conference yesterday and one of the speakers was right up my alley in terms of my personal 2018 goals – “Simplify.” She spoke about life being like a balance beam; you can only put so much on it before things start toppling off. So you have to choose. And for every “item” you put on your balance beam, that makes some thing else that cannot fit on your beam. I know for me that’s hard because this self-admitted NOT SuperWoman still has this silly belief in her head that she can do it all – or that she HAS to do it all (enter Super Migraine).

I hope today you can examine your balance beam and say “yes” to what’s most important to you and “no” – or simply “not yet” to the things that just won’t fit. I hope you save some wiggle room on your beam for time for baths and walks…. and thoughts about bringing Jesus flowers.

πŸ’œ Bobbie-jo

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Do you like breathing?

Many of you know that my husband and I started down a new career path about 2 years ago. After becoming extremely sick with migraines when I was pregnant with my 2nd child, I started researching like crazy.Β  I wanted to figure out what was causing this response in my body and what could be done. The migraines would begin anytime I would smell a perfume, deodorant, laundry detergent, etc.

I had assumed my sensitivity would wane after having my son but it did not. I still get awful headaches from people walking by me or the stores with all their smells.

IΒ became really passionate about helping others learn natural living when I studied what happens to your body as you wear, breathe and pile up these posions in your body (come on, did you think the supermarket was selling you something good for $1.97?)
Do you like your lungs? Your heart? Your brain cells? How about your blood stream? Do you enjoy breathing?
Just curious.

In April, I am starting a 30 day toxin detox program for those of you who want to see how good you really could feel. You may be quite surprised!

Please, please, please hear my heart. I didn’t stop providing full-time mental health therapy after 3 different college degrees just because I thought it would be fun to play in Shea Butter all day (even though that is fun 😊). I added a natural living career to my life because I want you to experience life to the fullest- to feel and function at your best- to enjoy life because you feel good!

Providing therapy lets me help people clean out the gunk inside so they can function healthily again. Providing natural living training lets me help people clean out the gunk on the outside so they can live their best life.

(*note* I cannot provide both for you- I can be your therapist OR your natural living coach but I cannot legally provide both- and I don’t want to!!! Lol!!! πŸ’Ÿ)

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Well Bless Her Heart…

After 11 years living down South (12.5 if you count FL πŸ˜‰), IΒ  heard a new saying today and all I could think was “ain’t that the truth!” (Because I think Southern-Style in my head too …Except when I am really mad- suddenly I turn into a New Yorker again- really fast lol. 😳 πŸ˜‚)

Want to hear the saying? It was: “Have you ever listened to some folks for a minute and thought to yourself, ‘their corn bread ain’t done in the middle.'” For some reason after the past few months I’ve had, that struck me as pretty dang funny! 😊

I might just have to get that tattooed on my arm, amiright?! πŸ˜‚ I’m thinking like a tattoo sleeve…. Some grits and cornbread – maybe some pinto beans wrapped around it, all fancy-like. πŸ˜‚

Man if you don’t know me and you’re reading this right now, you have got to be thinking, what is wrong with this girl? Maybe HER cornbread isn’t done in the middle. So let me assure you, it’s done – I think I’m just a little crisp around the edges πŸ˜‰

Life definitely has a way of causing us to feel a little cynical, sarcastic and sometimes just straight-up bitter, doesn’t it? I know I have my moments when I am just fed up! Get that cornbread away from me!!!

I am always reminded during rough days of the book/movie called Tuesday’s with Maurie. If you want an emotional, meaning of life movie, I defintely recommend it. In the movie, there is a moment where Maurie, a once fully self-sufficient college professor becomes so old and unable that he literally cannot move on his own. He is dying. And this “young buck” that he used to teach at college comes by to visit his favorite professor and he is SO angry about life and how could this be happening?!?! Maurie looks at him in a way that only people who have experienced life and THEN took time to examine their lives can, and he says, (paraphrasing) “Every day when I get up, I give myself 5 minutes to have all the pity I want. I whine, I grovel, I cry as I ask ‘Why me?’ But when those 5 minutes are passed, I say ‘Maurie, that’s self-pity and that’s enough of that. It’s time to move on and start your day.” And you see Maurie living life in a way-while even confined to his bed, a liquid diet, unable to use the bathroom on his own and knowing he is laying there to die-he is still constantly looking at the positive points of life- the good memories, the beautiful tree outside, the little things throughout the day….

Shew, what strength of mind that takes- to pick ourselves up by the bootstraps- everyday- whether we feel like it or not- whether the whole world is against us or not – and to move forward, only seeking out and focusing on the good in your life and not giving up. That skill is not something that just happens- Ooooh no. It is a day in, day out practice of shifting through your thoughts and pulling out the good ones and discarding the self-defeating ones…. That is something I am constantly working on and admire so very much in others… Persistance. Fortitude. Enjoying Life. Working hard. Looking for the good. Positive attitude. Never giving up. Going after their dreams regardless of the odds not being in their favor.

Last night I felt like throwing corn bread and burning those biscuits (another Southern saying) because life can be hard! Today I picked myself up by the bootstraps (or leggings, really) and reminded myself that no one can live my life for me. I can hold myself back or I can move forward. I can get bitter or I can get better. I can have a lifetime pity party about all the unfairness; I can complain about the hand I was dealt until the day I die OR I can move on and look for the next opportunity, the next blessing.

Guess which one I’m choosing?

How about you?

 

I Wish I May, I Wish I Might…

It is OK to take care of yourself! Take the time to invest in YOU- your health- both physically and mentally! So many people tell me, “Bobbie-jo, I really want to go natural because ______________ (fill in the blank) but I just don’t have the time to learn it all.”
Well, let’s address that.
1) When it comes to your wellness, THERE IS NO BETTER TIME THAN NOW. Period. End Sentence. πŸ™‚
2) You don’t have to be a DIY Diva to empower yourself to a better life!
That’s what I’m here for! I will help you take one step at a time into the life you would rather live!
I am an educated Country/Hollywood type girl, so you know what that means? It means that I will help you peg down natural living in a way that is thoroughly researched, tried and true, easy to understand and a whole lotta fun! πŸ˜‰
Do you want me to be your personal, down-to-earth and NORMAL wellness coach? Of course you do πŸ˜‰ Send me a PM on my FB page! I have to divvy up my time so it will be first come first serve!

http://www.facebook.com/themasondixonDIYdiva

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I have a DIY for you- and some news!!

Everything feels better after a bath, am I right? Well let me tell you what I learned (well remembered) the hard way today…. Grapefruit Essential Oil: I love it for MANY things, but throwing a ton of drops in the tub, is NOT one of them! I feel a little “stingy” – I imagine this is how a jellyfish feels 24/7 lol

BUT let me share a fantastic soak with you- sans grapefruit! πŸ™‚ Ok mixologists, are you ready? Grab equal parts Epsom salts, some pink Himalayan salts and a bit o’ baking soda. Add to it some Lavender and Lemongrass, maybe a little Sage if you’re feeling crazy πŸ˜‰ Make sure this is a lid on this and shake it but don’t break it! (Creepy memory LOL: My dad used to go around the house and sing to my mom “Shake it but don’t break it; took your mama 9 months to make it…” Can we all just have a big EWW moment for the kid inside and then a sappy AWWW moment for how much they loved – and still love- each other? πŸ™‚ ) ANYWAY- enjoy that Spring-scented soak!! Who is ready for Spring?? Me! (Minus the allergies but I am grateful that I FINALLY found something that gives them a big ol’ KO!)

So I have to tell you TWO more things!

  1. Roanokers- DIY class tomorrow!!! Send me a message for the deets!
  2. I started a DIY group on FB– for people who want to learn MORE DIY!!! Just click join! I do a Live DIY weekly and post recipes! I am putting the link below so you don’t miss out!!

https://www.facebook.com/groups/386765781783717/

 

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Chocolate Isn’t Just For The Hips!

I wonder how chocolate became associated with pretty much every single holiday? Oh to be so popular that we were needed at every major event! LOL πŸ™‚Β  I don’t have to ponderΒ  very long why chocolate has made its way into practically every celebration: The stuff is Delicious! Dark, Milk, White, Semi-Sweet, and even straight up, unsweetened Cacao – I like it all! But my favorite, oh Lord help me, is Easter Candy… Cadbury, how could you?! There is nothing “good” for you in a Cadbury chocolate, but there is caramel, marshmallow, gooey Cadbury egg filling (what is that stuff anyway?)… oh my!

So even though I am now craving some thick, rich, chocolatey truffle, this DIY has NOTHING to do with eating chocolate! Nope. Zilch. Nada. Nothin’. So don’t worry- your hips are safe. Your lips, however, well that’s up to you!

If you want softer, smoother, lips for Valentine’s Day (or just because!), here is one for you, my friend!

Oh My Chocolate Lip Scrub!

Ingredients:

1.5 tsp Raw, Organic, Unrefined Coconut Oil, melted

1/4 tsp raw cacao powder

1 tsp organic sugar

1/4 tsp local honey

1/8 tsp non-GMO Vanilla Extract

1,5 tsp grated organic chocolate (optional)

Melt the coconut oil (ideally over a double boiler). Combine all ingredients. Put in container and store in a cool, dark place. This recipe will make about 1 ounce of product. Gently rub over your lips, using a circular motion. Rinse. Repeat process a few times per week. Don’t put scrub on open sores or cuts on lips.

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What Does Your Hubby Want For Valentine’s Day?

Valentine’s Day is around the corner! Do you find that the man in your life is hard to shop for? Are you up late searching Amazon for ideas? I have been there too, my friend, until I realized that all your man wants – IS YOU!

Don’t miss the show this Friday (Feb. 9) at 11am on WSLS10 where I am going to show you a way to bring some confidence back into your bedroom! It may be cold outside, but your love life doesn’t have to be πŸ˜‰ Let’s warm things up a little on Daytime Blue Ridge this Friday at 11am πŸ™‚

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My Dream…. Sucked.

You know, I think most of us (or at least I do!) go about life thinking that we are pretty dang interesting. Who wouldn’t want to be our friend? We (to quote the ’90s) are the bombdotcom, amiright?!

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So today I had big plans on the schedule: Clean mine and my husband’s bed room. 😱 Despite the monsterous mountain this was going to be to climb,Β  I was actually looking forward to it. Because making time to do deep cleaning that goes beyond the every day basics, just feels good! And with my time being so limited (you know the drill- kids, hubby, career[s], house, family, friends etc.), I had to pick and choose and drop things off of my “all-important schedule” in order to pencil this in.

Well, as I was vacuuming today, my dreams came crashing down. I was looking for the super suction button on my vacuum hose. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen it before but now that I knew it was there, I couldn’t wait to make up for lost time! This is going to change everything- I just know it! So I am searching, flipping this vacuum from one side to the next and upside down thinking, I know I found a super suction button – where did it go?!? I’m trying every button on the cleaner but I CAN’T FIND IT ANYWHERE!!!!

Have you guessed where this is heading? … Yeah. That’s right. I DREAMT that my vacuum had a super-suction button. And I’m not sure if this is a blog right now or a confessional. I mean, who dreams that?!? Surely my brain could conjure up much more exciting things for me to dream about?!?! But nope. I dreamt of a super- suction button that I found on my vacuum after all this time and was so excited to use it. I gotta be honest- a part of me withered inside when I realized it was

Just. A. Dream.

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Alright dream analysts of the world, Fruedian followers, psychological pursuers and thought-thinkers: was this a dream within a dream, with some hidden meaning crouching down deep in my psyche, or did I really just dream about a better way to clean my house?? ….