Oh my aching muscles, or joints, or both. It’s part of the deal – the growing older or getting in shape or doing both deal. And I won’t mention morning stiffness because a) just thinking about it makes me hurt all over again and b) just thinking about it makes me feel old.
In an effort to conquer those aches and twinges I’ve spent time in the drugstore aisles looking for a solution. I have to admit too, that while I was in the drugstore aisle looking for a solution I felt old and embarrassed. I am, after all too young to be here, thought I. I was ready to answer any who asked, that I was there for an aging friend (because of course people ask perfect strangers in drugstores all the time “why are you in this aisle?”) anyway, back to the aisle. It’s lined with ointments, unguents, rubs and wraps that ice or heat. They often leave that telltale odor that I’m afraid just screams, “sore old person here”. I would happily put up that if they worked, but they don’t. Sure my muscle or joint is iced or heated, and that’s enough to distract me from the ouch, but really it’s just distraction not relief. And don’t get me started on the chemicals that my skin/body is absorbing for the pleasure of the distraction.
There are a few things about me that I should fess up to right now; 1) I’m cheap. I don’t get pleasure spending money for flash. If it doesn’t work, I won’t buy it. 2) I love research. 3) I’m stubborn as all get out. Put these things together and I search and research for hours, days and well, as long as it takes, to find solutions. I wanted a topical, healthy, sure thing solution. After searching, followed by experimenting I found one – Magnesium Body Butter/Lotion from Wellness Mama.
Katie, the Wellness Mama, lauded this recipe as a sure thing. I love most of her ideas and have never found anything on the site that disappointed so I thought I’d give it a whirl.
After I’d made it and it had set, I slathered it on and … nothing. It didn’t smell, which was a good thing, but it didn’t ice or heat either. No tingles. No prickles. Nothing. Oh well. Then 20 minutes later I noticed, nothing, No ache. No pain. Nothing. Could it have been the result of the smell-less, ice-less, heat-less cream? I experimented the next day on an ache and 20 minutes later no ache. It just seemed too simple. Too gentle. Too subtle. It took a while for my mind to believe that this odorless, tingle-less, gentle cream worked. And it worked EVERY TIME.
I began to make it for friends. They reported the same experience. The put it on, felt nothing and forgot about it until they realized sometime later that they felt nothing. Their aches were gone, gently, subtly without notice. At first they didn’t connect the cream with the relief. It’s as if our brains have become hard wired to only expect relief with some sort of physical fanfare. However, after the connect is made, they came back looking for more cream.
So without further chatter here, direct from her wonderful website, is the Wellness Mama recipe for this miracle:
Magnesium Body Butter Recipe DIY
I’ve posted before about how to make your own magnesium oil, and I’ve seen posts on other blogs on how to make magnesium lotion. For summer, I wanted to figure out a recipe for a magnesium infused body butter that would also double as a mild sunscreen/tanning cream and I’m finally happy with the result. (Not sure why you’d add magnesium to lotion? This article talks about the benefits of magnesium)
This recipe uses all natural moisturizing ingredients and makes skin soft and silky. It is great for kids too and doesn’t have the tingling that regular magnesium oil has when you first start using it.
Magnesium Body Butter doesn’t have any preservatives, so I make in smaller batches and keep for up to two months without a problem. It can also be stored in the fridge for a thicker and cooling lotion that is great to use after sun exposure to help the body absorb Vitamin D.
Coconut oil and shea butter are both naturally SPF of 4-5 and magnesium is needed for absorption of Vitamin D, so this lotion is great for mild sun exposure. I use this or regular magnesium oil on my kids feet each night to help them sleep and boost magnesium levels. It is also great on sore muscles. You can add essential oils for scent, but be careful about essential oil use during pregnancy, and don’t use citrus oils if you’ll be using this in the sun as they increase sun sensitivity.
Magnesium Body Butter Ingredients:
1/2 cup magnesium flakes + 3 Tablespoons boiling water or 1/2 cup pre-made magnesium oil
1/4 cup unrefined coconut oil
2 Tablespoons emulsifying wax (Can also use beeswax, but it becomes more difficult to mix)
3 Tablespoons Shea Butter
What to Do:
Pour 3 tablespoons of boiling water in to the magnesium flakes in a small container and stir until it dissolves. This will create a thick liquid. Set aside to cool.
In a quart size mason jar inside a small pan with 1 inch of water, combine the coconut oil, emulsifying wax and shea butter and turn on medium heat.
When melted, remove the jar from the pan and let the mixture cool until room temp and slightly opaque. At this point, put in to a medium bowl or into a blender.
If in a bowl, use a hand blender or immersion blender on medium speed and start blending the oil mixture.
Slowly (starting with a drop at a time) add the dissolved magnesium mixture to the oil mixture while continuing blending until all of the magnesium mix is added and it is well-mixed.
Put in the fridge for 15 minutes and re-blend to get body butter consistency.
Store in fridge for a cooling lotion (best consistency) or at room temp for up to two months.”
Once you’ve tried this get back to me and let us know how it worked for you.
Diva: A diva (/ˈdiːvə/; Italian: [ˈdiːva]) is a celebrated female singer; a woman of outstanding talent in the world of opera, and by extension in theatre, cinema and popular music. The meaning of diva is closely related to that of prima donna. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diva)
When I was little the only person associated with the term Diva was Maria Callas. She was the ultimate prima donna. An opera singer with an unmatchable voice. A drama queen who’s on again- off again relationship with a Greek Tycoon, Ari Onassis, would rival any to today’s TV soap operas. She was known for being temperamental and demanding; flying into rages if the orchestra made a mistake or Ari didn’t send the right gift. She was a woman of presence. She was a woman who demanded to be taken notice. She had sex. The mothers who belonged to my suburban world scorned her. She was held up as the opposite of womanliness…and yet, I admired secretly admired her.
KNOWING YOUR WORTH
Maria Callas knew her worth. She knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it. She loved deeply and was passionate about life. Her mistakes were very public but so were successes. She was not shy about who she was or what she felt. To my eye she was what being a woman was all about; strong, tender, demanding, giving, sexual, loving and fearless- a conundrum to men but totally understandable to women.
In my teens and twenties I practiced different personae’s, trying them on like costumes.
In my thirties and forties it was about family. As they grew, so did I. I became confident in work and home. I learned what I liked and what I didn’t, but most of the time it didn’t matter because I loved my family and what they liked came first. They grew, got married, and grandkids came. My parents died and I felt orphaned at 50.
In my 50’s, grown kids didn’t need me and I felt the pull toward invisibility. My waist spread, I felt dowdy. Men stopped looking and people in their twenties started calling my “ma’am”. Maria Callas whispered in my ear that now was the time not only for my waist to spread, but also for me to spread my wings.
I knew what I liked. I had earned my way, I stood tall and instead of drifting into invisibility I decided to demand respect. When I looked into the mirror I was tempted to work hard a looking younger but after noticing how poorly my friends really looked with their collagen injected lips, their too skinny arms, and too young outfits, I decided to challenge myself to look healthy and strong. I began to like the look of everything about the aging me, except my colored hair that seemed phony. I decided to go grey. But grey didn’t happen, a glorious white silver did. No, I am definitely not invisible. I opened a store, loved it, it didn’t work. I closed my store. I cried. I dusted myself off and started again. I play with my grands. My shoulders are big enough to cry on and my arms broad enough to hold the broken-hearted. Travel? At the drop of a hat. Friends? Many. I laugh and cry. I have found my passion and it’s living.
YOU AREN’T YOUR MOTHER
My mother and her friends were wonderful women, but in the end they questioned the value and choices of their lives. My mom regretted never having lived her own life. Maria Callas lived her own life. My family is still my North. My husband is my great love. I have been a woman of outstanding talent in the theater of my own life and I’m not ashamed to admit it. I have grown into being a woman; strong, tender, demanding, giving, sexual (its gets better and better), loving and fearless- well, almost fearless. I am living my own life. I am at last a Diva.
Why? Why do we or I need their companionship so much?
Believe it or not this is a big deal question that anthropologists, sociologists and psychiatrists have been studying. Each field of study has come up with a different theory.
The sociologists say that the relationship was formed as a mean of social support. Dogs helped us hunt and protect our families, while we kept dogs warm and fed. We are linked historical. We’ve evolved together.
Then the anthropologists believe in the biophilia hypothesis which says that dogs fulfill man’s need to connect with the wild and the nature that our evolution has us growing away from.
Psychiatry believes that our egos need the adoration and love that only canines provide.
It’s as if, dogs are here to teach me how to love fully, completely without expectation. If I can love my family and friends with the same guileless wonder that I love my dogs, my family’s world will be a better place.
Then there is the God thing. While walking with Buddie both of us quiet and the late spring world, vibrant, it occurred to me that my absolute love for my dog was a fraction of how God must feel about me.
God had given us a companion to teach us how to love and to show us how much we are loved.