healing ointment

 

‘Tis the season of dry, cracked skin and seasonal affective disorder. Thanks to advanced technology and capitalism, there is a profusion of remedies in the form of balms, ointments, oils, tools, exercises, etc. to address winter-related issues.

Music is a balm. Feelings that are unleashed by music is therapeutic. Perhaps, sound across various frequencies is already therapeutic. I cannot distinguish white from brown noise, but I find those calming. I like the sound of a humidifier or air purifier or a fan. Even the sound of an airplane cabin—which you can actually find as relaxation videos online.

I have to admit that I haven’t been present lately. I have been trying my utmost best to be present and appreciative of the good things in my current situation. I honestly think that we’ve all been hyperstimulated by everything that’s been happening. A collective hyperstimulation. Some cope by avoidance and others may cope by focusing on others in a sort of schadenfreude (enjoying other people’s misery) extravaganza. I’m certain that there’s a variety of ways in which people cope and my two-group classification of coping isn’t exhaustive. I identify with the “avoidance” group. Blissfully unaware is beneficial in some respects.

Anyway, it’s almost vacation time. I am so into this season that my children find it funny (or make fun of me) that I play holiday tunes everyday. I’m totally fine with it. Oh, a crossing guard recently complimented my eldest’s crocheted beanie (it was in a chunky red yarn that I made) and told my son that he should be proud that it was made with love. Aaww. And the crossing guard suggested that I should sell them on Etsy. Hahaha! Nah.  It’s a hobby and I don’t want it to become an obligation.