The cedar and lavender
On a small two-oil aromatherapy combination I have used for years — and on what specific scents do to the small daily structure…
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The shea butter jar
On a small unrefined jar I refill every few months at a refill shop — and on the small evening body-oil ritual that has become…
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The ritual of the hot cloth
On a small evening practice I learned from a Japanese friend — placing a hot wet cloth over the face for one minute before any…
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The evening tea ritual
On a small chamomile-and-honey practice I keep most evenings — and on the small interruption to a productive evening that has…
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The orange blossom I bring back
On a small bottle I always pick up in the South of France — and on the case for having one luxury aromatic that you do not use…
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The warm stone I bought
On a small smooth stone, about the size of a tangerine, that I keep on the radiator in the bathroom — and on the small evening…
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The velvet eye pillow
On a small handmade eye pillow I bought from a craft fair — and on the small differences between a good eye pillow and a great…
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The massage oil I blend
On a small monthly practice of mixing my own body massage oil — and on the case for being the person who knows exactly what is…
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The bath salt I make in jars
On a small batch process I do every few months — combining Epsom salts with dried herbs and essential oils — and on the small…
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The night cream I finally stopped overthinking
On the years I spent searching for the perfect night cream — and on the simple inexpensive cream that, eventually, turned out to…
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The shower with the window open
On a small change I made to the bathroom routine — leaving the small window cracked open during the morning shower — and on what…
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The evening incense I burn for five minutes
On a small Japanese sandalwood stick I light most evenings — and on the case for a very short, very deliberate aromatic ritual.
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The rose water I keep in the fridge
On a small bottle that lives on the top shelf of the fridge — and on a one-second morning practice that has become the part of…
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The evening ritual of the cup
On a small ceramic cup I bought in Kyoto — and on what drinking from a particular vessel every evening does to the small daily…
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The five-minute self-hug
On a small body-and-breath practice I learned from a somatic therapist — and on the small but real effect of placing your own…
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