Conversation in the Womb

How does the new hand balm keep the moisture in your hands?

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Since I was a little girl, breaking a Pomegranate every new year for good luck has been the tradition back home. Little did I know that bitter taste was her secret. It's called tannins. Plants that contain tannins cause a contraction of tissue, and they close pores so that fluids cannot leak out of the body. They are called "Astringent" in herbalism.

 

So, Pomegranate, the symbol of good luck, is one of the plants responsible for keeping moisture in your hands. I talked about it last week; healthy skin's pH is slightly acidic. Hand washing with liquid or solid soaps can temporarily disrupt the skin's natural pH balance, as many soaps are alkaline, which can cause dryness and irritation. 
 
"Dryer skin" means the protective layer is damaged—the layer acting as a "brick wall" to keep moisture in and harmful substances out. The door is open. Everyone = "bacteria, irritants" found in the environment are all welcome.
 
We need to repair and rebuild the skin but also keep it moisturized so that it doesn't continue to break out. Yes, plant butters like Shea Butter give moisture, but they won't hold the moisture in; we need more help. Something needs to trap all that moisture plants have to offer inside the skin.
 
Especially if we are talking about hands, which are thicker than skin elsewhere on the body; this is because hands have an extra layer in the epidermis. So that you can touch, create, and live life without fear.
 
Nature designed us this way and gave us resources to support us when we need help, like this beautiful fruit, Pomagrate, with its amazing ability to trap moisture.
 
Don't you just feel supported just knowing this? Forget the moisturized hands. Don't you feel so much love that something, some force, is taking care of you? 
 

When I create a recipe and combine all these ingredients, seeing how each of them works in harmony, I always remember this story I read years ago.

 

Let me read it to you;


Conversation in the Womb

 
In a mother’s womb were two babies.
 
One asked the other: “Do you believe in life after delivery?”
 
The other replied, “Why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later.”
 
“Nonsense,” said the first. “There is no life after delivery. What kind of life would that be?”
 
The second said, “I don’t know, but there will be more light than here. Maybe we will walk with our legs and eat from our mouths. Maybe we will have other senses that we can’t understand now.”
 
The first replied, “That is absurd. Walking is impossible. And eating with our mouths? Ridiculous! The umbilical cord supplies nutrition and everything we need. But the umbilical cord is so short. Life after delivery is to be logically excluded.”
 
The second insisted, “Well I think there is something and maybe it’s different than it is here. Maybe we won’t need this physical cord anymore.”
 
The first replied, “Nonsense. And moreover, if there is life, then why has no one ever come back from there? Delivery is the end of life, and in the after-delivery, there is nothing but darkness and silence and oblivion. It takes us nowhere.”
 
“Well, I don’t know,” said the second, “but certainly we will meet Mother, and she will take care of us.”
 
The first replied “Mother? You actually believe in Mother? That’s laughable. If Mother exists then where is She now?”
 
The second said, “She is all around us. We are surrounded by her. We are of Her. It is in Her that we live. Without Her, this world would not and could not exist.”
 
Said the first: “Well, I don’t see Her, so it is only logical that She doesn’t exist.”
 
To which the second replied, “Sometimes, when you’re in silence, and you focus, and you really listen, you can perceive Her presence, and you can hear Her loving voice, calling down from above.”
 
(– a parable from Your Sacred Self by Dr. Wayne Dyer)
 

It is Mother's Day in the UK this Sunday. To all of us children, including mothers who once were a child. We are all immensely loved and cared for, even though it might sometimes look otherwise. 

 

So, Happy Mother's Day to all of us children, including mothers.


with all my love,
Ezgi
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