Skim Swimmer’s Lotion Bars

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Cocoa, St. John’s Wort & Plain (just healing frankincense) Lotion Bars. Skim Bars. Just rub them along your body before you swim and they form a great barrier against the chemicals in the water. These are all plant based butters and essential oils and made with love. They will be on available on Etsy later today. JaiH2o is the name of my store.

Jai H20 Handmade Soap & Lotion Bars

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As a swim instructor and coach, my skin has suffered over the years. The pool smell never goes away. Neither does the dry and itchy skin.  SO………

All this time that I was off line, I have been developing a line of soaps and lotion bars (yes, bars of lotion) that not only cleanse and refresh the skin but, get rid of that chlorine perfume scent.

All products are organic, handmade, and use healing essential oils to create a barrier between you and the chemicals in the water.

Where did I get that name???? I just completed Yoga certification and at the end of every class we yelled JAI! Jai and Jai Ho translate from Hindi to mean BE VICTORIOUS! This is our victory over swimmer smell and dry, itchy swimmer skin.

More info to come! On my way to the pool……..

A Secret View

Una Vista Secreta

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As my daughter Ali and I walked through Santa Maria Magdalena De Pazzis, inspecting our favorite tumbas/tombs for damage from last year’s 2 hurricanes, (Yes!!!! I finally made it home for Thanksgiving), she noticed this view from the caretaker’s building.

Mientras mi hija Ali y yo caminábamos por Santa María Magdalena De Pazzis, inspeccionando nuestras tumbas / tumbas favoritas en busca de daños causados ​​por los 2 huracanes del año pasado, (¡Sí! Finalmente llegué a casa para el Día de Acción de Gracias), se dio cuenta de esta vista desde el edificio del cuidador.

Red Dirt Of Home

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red dirt of Manati

survives    I plant the flowers

for you, daddy

the red dust on your boots

on the porch tiles

after you brushed out your khakis

there was always some left

in the cuffs of those work pants

 

today I whisper to your bones

look at your granddaughters

dad, one has your hazel eyes

one your blond hair

our hands stained red

the land you loved

I know you, I understand

 

we rinse our hands

water running red

splattering manicured toes

wipe dry on our shorts

they clean their hands meticulously

I keep the dirt 

under my nails

just a bit 

of home, of you

it is how 

I survive