20/07/2026
There's a small brown bottle on my beside table that's become one of the most grounding things I own. Egyptian Rose oil 🌹
I brought I home from a pilgrimage in Egypt last November, a trip that is not easy to put into words. It was the kind of experience where you know something shifted but you have to be mindful of who you share what with - to avoid raised eyebrows and concern over your state of mind 😂 So I mostly just keep it close and let the oil do the talking.
Each morning I roll it onto my wrists, rub it in slowly, close my eyes and breathe it in. The whole thing lasts about 30 seconds, but those seconds are entirely mine, not the day's yet, not anyone else's, just me and the scent.
It smells like peace to me now, partly Egypt, partly the energy healer I see each month who introduced me to the oil. When I breathe it in each morning, something in my body remembers what it feels like to be looked after, to be on the receiving end for once.
These last couple of months, everything felt heavy and scattered in a way that my usual monthly sessions weren't quite enough to hold. My healer suggested I come back the following week, and I did, because I trust her completely. When she says come back, it's not a money grab, she genuinely cares. So weekly it was, for 3 weeks. Then fortnightly for a couple more sessions then back to monthly as I gradually found my footing again and was able to add other things in alongside it.
There are many reasons I do this work and being on the receiving end of it reminded me why I've chosen this path.
They say your body keeps the score of everything you've been through, and sometimes, the most radical thing you can do is give it a moment to be tended to 💖
