Flipping open my book, I turn to a page about hydrosols, the water component produced during plant distillation. I’ve had this book for years, but am just now getting back to it. I smile. The words catch my interest, and I continue reading while finishing another lesson.
Life is unpredictable. About seven years ago, I became very interested in aromatherapy, and registered for several certification programs. I finished a French Aromatherapy course, which was about the internal use of essential oils. But before I could complete the other courses, we moved to another state. And then we moved twice more. I had a baby. Life just happened, and it got pushed to the wayside.
While learning about so many spiritual things lately, I felt my heart start to tug me back to my aromatherapy textbook. Perhaps it was because my relationship with the earth and plants has changed in a big way. Maybe the recent years in my garden have encouraged me to learn about the relationship between people and plants in a deeper way. Whatever it is, I know it is time.
I’ve found hope in my aromatherapy studies. This time, it feels more real. I need to know how to relate to plants in this way. It is part of my new spiritual walk. It feels sacred to learn about essential oils. I love it.
I’ve been carving out time when I can. My schedule isn’t perfect, but I’m making do. I feel like every little bit counts. Little by little, bit by bit.
My days have felt particularly hopeful and bright lately. I hope yours has as well!
This Sacred Life 