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.
I’m teaching yoga on land…… can you believe it? At least the mirrors remind me of water! Sampoorna Yoga Yes, those are real cotton yoga pants.
Cafe Bustello Soap…….. tomorrow!
Comfrey Swimmer’s Soap and Melissa Lemon Balm Soap now available on Etsy at JaiH2o.
Yes, if you have POOL FOOT, I have a soap for you. ETSY store opening soon!
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……..
Merry Christmas from Puerto Rico where poinsettias grow wild!
Una Vista Secreta
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 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