I hope nobody is expecting anything profound based on the title of today’s post.
But First! – the winner of the Marc Jacobs Daisy bottle that Perfume Fairy donated as a giveaway is Alica! Just click on the Contact Us on the left, send me your contact info, which I’ll send on to the nice people at Perfume Fairy, and they’ll send it to you directly.
Some of you may or may not know I’m doing Yoga Teacher Training. I can’t remember if I mentioned it here or not. I’m not exactly sure why, just a combination of things that stayed in my head, and when anything does that, I just go with it because I figure there’s a reason I’m supposed to be there or do it or learn something. I’ve found myself drawn quite a lot to yoga therapy during this class – using yoga (physical, mental, spiritual) to help people with injuries, disabilities, depression, etc.
But one of my favorite things from this intensive two-month program has been standing on my head. I’m 51, I don’t stand on my head until, well, I do, which is now every morning first thing when I get up. It’s an amazing way to start the day, even for 30 seconds, which is about all the longer my body will hold it without the aging ship trying to crack up on re-entry. Instead of seeing the world right-side-up when you open your eyes, I see it upside down. And that is absolutely perfectly right.
That makes more sense. More sense than what came out of my aura healing meditation the other night. Yes, we explore all of those chakra’ish, crystal healing, aura, ayurvedic, energy healing corners of the world, which turn out to be more interesting than I thought they would be. So we are deep in meditation – including me! which is a first since normally if I drift away during meditation, it’s because I’m snoring – fashioning some healing for our auras in the places they are damaged, and she guides us back to ourselves, then to look inside to see if there is something inside us that will help us feel more centered. I completely dropped out then and went somewhere else that I don’t really remember. When we finished meditation, everyone else talked about peacefulness, seeing sparkly lights, shades of gray. Me? At that point where I dropped out, when I came back, clutched in my fingers was the phrase “pet the tiger.”
Do you think that is profound or a line from “The Hangover”? I think Mike Tyson said it in the movie. I must have went to the movies when I dropped out of my head during meditation. Or my psyche thinks it’s hysterical to give me random phrases and let me puzzle through them like they mean something. I’m betting on the latter. But if anyone has any ideas on what that could possibly mean, I’m all ears. Kat said maybe it was Durga, who I am quite drawn to, and I didn’t know she sometimes rides a tiger until then. I’m just fascinated by all those arms with each one holding a different weapon. She is such a bad-ass, but utterly feminine.
What does that have to do with Parfums MDCI La Belle Helene? Nothing maybe! But it sure is pretty, and I’d stand on my head for it while petting the tiger. Heck, I’d do a headstand on the tiger’s head because I love me some pear, and it’s almost never done right, and Duchafour gets it exactly right in this scent. Notes of Pear accord, aldehydes, tangerine, lime blossom, rose essence, osmanthus absolute, ylang-ylang Madagascar, orris butter, hawthorn, Mirabelle plum, myrrh, vetiver Haiti, patchouli, cedar Virginia, amber, oak moss absolute, white musks, sandalwood, licorice wood. The pear shows up with the other fruits, not overly sweet, but ripe, fairly heaving with juice and bubbly aldehydes, and then the deeper oriental notes stretch out to keep it from rolling over into Pink Sugar (yes, I do like Pink Sugar, but I appreciate completely what a sweet, sticky mess it is). Layer in some gorgeous orris butteriness and apricotty leathery osmanthus, and Parfums MDCI La Belle Helene is utterly charming in its bad-ass femininity. And I bet Durga would love it.
Let’s let some of you find out for yourselves. I’ll give away four small samples of this to four comments. Drop a comment in, speculate wildly on what “pet the tiger” could mean, or just tell me I’m nuts and seek help immediately – either is perfectly fine and appropriate.