Naturally Dreamy

A blog about my life as a mostly INFP living with an ESFJ, INTJ, and my pup. I blog about earth-friendly living and life through my eyes – not necessarily in that order. Come put your feet up where life is Naturally Dreamy!


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A Walk, a Hawk, and… Well that’s rather it.

A friend once commented how she enjoyed my posts about my walks, so midway through my last walk I remembered this, and so while Rimfire is panting and enjoying the semi-cooled inside air, I’ll tell you about it. 🙂

I decided to take a “nice” stroll through our trailed-woods. Rimfire caught my drift and we took off in a run (because we don’t get enough cardio) to the woods. It was rather plop-plop-plop for the first bit, but by the time Rimfire decided he wanted to mark a tree I’d soothed into a smooth rhythm.

For one of the few times we’d done this run to the woods, I was able to slow down my trajectory so I didn’t yank his neck.

I took a breather, and Rimfire bolted off, but I stayed behind opting to walk this bit.

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How Do We Instinctively Know Life’s Value?

We instinctively know the value of a life.

Though we often become frustrated with our own, or wonder why we are here, somehow a feeling beyond words attests to us that a life is worth protecting.

When we know it’s about to be cut short, or feel cold where once was heat, or remember a life snuffed out by mortal means, our insides protest, tears start, and a feeling of wrongness pervades, even if we can’t give words to the question, “What’s so important about life.”

I held her trembling, fuzzy, furry body against mine, I soothed her fears as I set her in a sterile bathing tub. I eased her through the process, and felt her fear as mine. The tremulous eyes looked into mine, and she trusted my evaluation of the situation as safe.

Then she was snuffed out. Without a judge, jury, or defense and without me able to  run to her side, or ask the owner how she could betray her like this, that owner let her go, without even a confirmation of the test.

“Parvo kills 50% of dogs who have it.”

“It’s a long difficult journey to health.”

“Even with early treatment, it’s not an easy disease to beat.”

But didn’t you hold her next to you. Didn’t you feel the life that flowed through her. Didn’t you look into her eyes, and tell her everything would be okay? 

You had to have felt that bundle of soft fur. How could you let her go so easily.

She was scared of the world, and trusted at the first word. I will never forget Ember, and somehow she keeps teaching me, that beyond any logical reason, we KNOW, just know, that life is in itself a thing worth guarding.

 


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My Non-Abstract Example Scene

So, that last post explained the concept I’d thought of, but I usually like having a picture or example I can imagine to remember the theory I’m going off of.

For me, I have a few, my first one is a story from my life, but my second or third one is the Bones and Booth scene. So if your curious here it is (my retelling of it, anyway.) (From “The Parts in the Sum of the Whole”)

For a non-abstract example, I likened it to: Bones & Booth after that turning point counseling scene with Sweets. Nearly by accident they discover that Booth is the one who needs to take the first move. His history of gambling hints that he has the guts to put it all out there, and take a risk. Bones knows what’s up in life, and therefore wouldn’t put herself out there like that. (I’m only stating things from their points of view – not my own POV.) So as they walk away from the Jeffersonian, they’re laughing over what happened, and working it around in their heads, when ding, Booth leaps in front of her,

“Bones! I have to take the chance! I’m the gambler!! *pause* So what do you say? Do you want to give it a try? Us?”

Bones starts to see what he means, and can’t hold it in anymore. All the hope she’d ever wanted, all the security and love she ever wanted is being offered to her, right in front of her. And she can’t accept it. The love of her life is offering to love her and she must say no.

“No, Booth. No. I’m never going to be that person you need. I’m never going to open up and be able to make you happy.”

“But I don’t care Bones!”

This goes on, Booth focused on the idea, and Bones, adamant she would do Booth wrong, when Booth walks off, finally begrudging her the final say.

Bones trots up to him, and places her hand in his.

“But we can still, please say, we can still be partners?”

Booth looks at her, disappointment quickly replacing itself with sadness, “I’m going to have to move on. You know that?”

This is what Bones had started to realize from the beginning, what had made the floodgates open, and made her cry. She knows. “I know.”

“Okay. Well, then. Yes. I’m going to have to move on. But we can still be friends.”

Booth gives her hand a squeeze, and they walk off into the D.C. night, and Bones rests her head on Booth’s shoulder.

They both took a risk and made the decision they believed correct.

(If you’re wondering if it works out, it does. Bones is able to let Booth go, with a couple of false starts, and Booth eats his feelings like normal falling fast in love with a pretty reporter who loves danger. Unfortunately she loves danger more than Booth AND Parker and breaks his heart for the 4th and final time. Que my next favorite scene… but anyways. Yes. They’re both able to move on and be friends. 😀 )

(My next favorite scene - thanks to IMDB and whoever typed all this in! TY!)

(In case you’re wondering: My next favorite scene – thanks to IMDB and whoever typed all this in! TY!)

Booth took the unexpected opportunity arisen from the counseling session with Sweets, not because it meant he could have a pretty wife, or a mother for Parker, or. or. anything else like that. He took the risk because he legitimatley wanted Bones in his life for the rest of his life.

Bones didn’t take the opportunity, because she believed she would hurt Booth. She felt at that moment if she said yes she was more focused on what Booth could do for her and the opportunity presented than who he was and who they’d be together. A kind of taking the goods and ran thing.

So this is my non-theoretical (although still fictional) example of the concept.


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Missed Opportunity

He stands in front of you, ring outstretched. He’s just asked you for your hand in marriage. 

You think of the beautiful estates he owns, and what it would be like to gallop over them. You think of the pristine, beautiful white house he had when you visited his parents, how you and he will always be secure.

But you don’t think about him. You don’t think about how happy you are when you makes you your favorite tea. How fun it is to try to follow him in every new idea. The times you just sigh when you know it’s not going to work, but half the fun is watching.

You think about the opportunity, and not the dude.

(Oops, my So Cal is showing. 😄 And yes, obviously I’ve never been proposed to – this is pieced together from movies, TV shows and GMM.)

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My Haircare Routine

Okay, so there were a LOT of things that were terrible about having an eating disorder.

But one of the most annoying was my hair. While I felt good, had plenty of energy, and didn’t feel much pain – bodily. * (My brain, of course was going through the torture chamber of the ages. ED’s are NOT good, or okay. AND YES YOU CAN BE FINE. NORMAL after restrictive eating actually exists despite people telling you it doesn’t.)

*sentence finishes here: My hair looked baahd, and felt terrible. I didn’t know what was up.

Then as I worked hard and nursed my body back to health, my hair seemed to be lagging behind.

It still looked frizzy, dry and poofy.

Lots of internet searches, experimentation, and random things I picked up along the way, I am super happy with what’s happened recently! And it had nothing to do with my diet; that really was going okay.

  • Desert Essence Shampoo (Fragrance Free is my favorite)
  • Hair turban (or bath towel used turban style)
  • Shower comb
  • Desert Essence Shine & Refine Coconut Lotion
  • Argan Oil hair serum

I shampoo my scalp, primarily, with the shampoo. With the Desert Essence shampoo I occasionally will work on the rest of my hair with the shampoo, but I don’t really shampoo it the same. (By the way, I shower every 3-4 days.)

After I’ve showered, I put my hair up in the hair turban and let it dry 1/2 way. Basically, once the turban is soaked, I remove it, and my hair is no longer drippy.

I either put the conditioner on at this point, or after I take my hair down the next day.

I comb out my hair with a wide-tooth shower comb, or leave it with what would seem to be a lot of tangles, but surprisingly, not, and braid it at this point. (1 or two braids)

The next day, I’ll undo my braids. (Or if I undo my braids that day — like I shower in the morning, and get tired of my hair in braids, that night I redo a single loose braid.)

Then I smooth in some conditioner (optional, but handy every 2-3 showers.)

With all these steps done, I’m done.

The silly thing I’ve learned is that I don’t need to brush my hair. Nobody even notices my unbrushed hair. I know that this is common-ish knowledge for those with curly hair. I didn’t know it was a thing for wavy hair.

frizzy hair

I saw this on Pinterest after I started doing this and was like “Ah! It’s a thing!!”

 

Once I’ve braided my hair and let it out, I sometimes comb through it, or kind of “pat” it with my comb to separate it some, but the last couple months I’ve learned it looks really great and healthy with no brushing.

I wake up, undo my braid, or style it — put in a headband, put it in a ponytail — and walk out the door. It feels weird going out with my hair untouched, but when I catch sight of it, I can’t believe what I’m seeing. It’s finally healthy again. Well, it was healthy before, but it still looked rough.

In the words of BT, when his coworker complimented my hair (the first week I started doing this routine)

Coworker: You have beautiful hair!

BT: (quoting the Eagle has Landed) Most of the time.

Which is pretty similar and actually more upbeat than the response I had planned.

 

Okay, so yeah, I’ve talked over this for a while, but mainly because I went from every day not knowing what I could do with my bushy, dry-looking puffy hair to having soft manageable waves, without doing anything drastic. And that’s so cool to me! (Plus, bonus — low maintenance in the extreme, and very inexpensive! 😀 ) I was starting to lose hope, and be really confused as to what I should do since I have very long hair, that if it looks unkempt is really noticeable, so I wanted to share my discoveries! 😀