march delights

vanilla healing, food for generators + body cues

hello delighters,

I am sitting in the sunshine with my feet propped up and the laptop on my actual lap (*gasp*). the march sunshine is caressing one side of my face, my bum is supported by a thick fluffy sheepskin, and I have been in my pajamas all day long basking in the afterglow of a moon rot -more on this below-. my tongue is still coated in the foamy sweetness of a vanilla matcha sipped from a chipped ceramic bowl - the only relic from my (interesting) time barista-ing at the cult followed atelier september. no comment on that work experience other than I burned myself out working at an instagram coffee joint and all I got was hi cortisol, pcos flares, and this gorgeous handprinted babyblue antique porcelain vessel!

the nice thing is that after having that last straw exploitation experience (and saying no to a few subsequent tests) I have manifested a work life in Copenhagen that feels balanced and nourishing. the perfect mix of service -sans servitude- and receivership. the mineral water sprinkles to nourish my health, skincare, herbal pantry, and any+all creative endeavors.

I am also currently bleeding. or rather *on my moon* and I promise, there is nothing more nourishing than the medicine of a pure 100% (all american?) rotting day. raspberry leaf tea, womb castor oil packs and lotus positions pale in comparison to the medicine that is sitting down your little inner manager - type a hypervigilant perfectionist people pleasing hi-performing self part and saying- letting the scrolling, binging, and ordering out begin, my dear! my bleed happens 2 coincide with the new moon eclipse (said smugly) so this extra dose of soft, sweet, self tending is right in time.

hello you. are you being sweet to yourself today? what would be the most delicious thing to do rn? may this little letter be an invitation to make yourself a warm, yummy, inner child latte/ cuppa tea and snuggle up. slow down. self swaddle and enjoy. from one enthusiast to another, here are my current reasons to delight this late march. bon apetit!

deliciousness:

eating for generators- I have recently remembered that food + drink can be so delicious. sounds odd no? but the following are not obvious for the indoctrinated wellness baes. food, my cherubs, is neither solely fuel nor medicine. libations are 1 of the reasons that being in a human body on the earthly plane is so fucking delightful. balancing a chronic sleepy girl status with a live to eat disposition has been a lifelong learning curve to be sure , however deeply understanding my human design recently is the new key to my remembrance of innate vitality + pleasure. generators and manifesting generators must be lit up by their food and activities and lives. when we eat something that makes our mouths water it is digested more efficiently. it lights us up and we glow and thrive. pleasure is a nutrient. I have subsisted on celery juice and ground beef and other iterations of depressingly boring “nutrition” for so long. I have white knuckled and ignored my desires and burned myself out in shitty little jobs too. No more. My 2025 Venus return invites me into the pleasure of daily life, including self tending- how I feed + water myself. There is a running list now of foods in my mind that I really love: fruits, veggies, textures, tastes, kitchens + fun, exciting ways to make them into healthy versions- at times- or in the heavenly 20 percent- order them in all their glory as the lord intended, seed oils and all! remembering that soul foods matter too and writing my grocery lists accordingly was a massive march uplevel.

vanilla beans. I can not overstate the impact of these little wonders on my mental wellbeing. dramatic? non! for some reason (god) a ginormous stash of organic vanilla beans in individual little glass vases went on sale at my local grocer for 10 kroner a pop - roughly 1 dollar and fifty cents. decanting the little glass bottles, slicing a bean down the middle, scooping out the dark earthy nectar, and adding a bit to my matcha creations (more on this below) bestows me with an enormous sense of abundance and makes every drink + creation almost unbearably delicious. mike will look over at me in the kitchen, shaking my head in wonderment, then smiling with a little sea foam ‘stache above my lip and know I am having a vanilla bean moment.

by matildabea

media consumption:

white lotus season one- I don’t know anything about this show in terms of director/background but the energy is dark. the man who made this clearly doesn’t believe there is any good to be found in the human race. sheepish. (just like the men in Pink Floyd who definitely don’t believe there is a god or even benevolent universal power). it is not “feel good” but sometimes that feels good too. dark gloomy girlies get it.

all fours by miranda july- about to dive in. already salivating.

what a way to go by Bella Mackie- audible. ditto energy to white lotus. only for when I’m feeling salty and unemotional and already in a good place (follicular + ovulatory). snarky + not a mood boon. otherwise on everything shower evenings and laters, whilst curled in my cool, soft sheets i can be found lapping up a collection of free downloads set in quaint English countrysides with predictable plots, British female narrators, lots of romance- yum.

noodling:

what if self love isn’t another should or metric to fail at in the ever expanding canon of spirituality/ wellness. face tape mouth tape fascia massage foam roll legs up the wall red light raw milk earth electrolytes shake drain your lymph affirm your worth rewire your neurons pass your tests journal etc. what if self love is saying- can you wait one moment please I need to pee before we proceed on this long walk. I am cold I will put on another sweater. I have one hour for a friend today and then I need to nap. When we learned to leave our bodies as babies the simple act of hearing, listening, and taking brave little steps to honor what would feel most nice is like a walk on the moon.

I think that’s where I’ll leave it today dear ones. this feels deeply imperfect and impromptu but my bum is getting sore + its a bit chilly outside and I am ready for some more cuddles and a second cup of tea and some further rotting and I am listening.

Until next month, wishing you many moon kisses and sunny hugs, clear and validated body cues, gentle self tending, delicious drinks and dozens and dozens of daily delights.

xx michal