Hey there! 🤫
Black Saturday has always felt… different. More so when we were younger (millennial here 🙋🏻), but the quiet is still here now.
Not quite heavy like Good Friday, but not joyful yet either. It sits right in the middle. Quiet, still, almost like everything is on pause. No loud music, no rush. Just a kind of silence we don’t always know what to do with.
It’s that “in-between” feeling.
Not grieving anymore, but not celebrating yet.
And if we’re being honest, that stillness can feel uncomfortable. We’re so used to filling our days that when things slow down this much, it almost feels unnatural. Like we’re supposed to be doing something. 🫥
But maybe this is the point.
When everything around us slows, our bodies follow. Our breathing softens, our heart rate eases, and even stress levels begin to drop. Studies have shown that moments of real stillness can lower cortisol, giving our system a chance to breathe.
Black Saturday feels like an invitation to do exactly that. To sit in the pause and let the body catch up to everything we’ve carried through the first half of the year.
In my family, we’ve always had our own version of that pause. We swim. 🏊🏻 Togetherness, just moving slowly in the water, letting the day stay light. It somehow fits the mood.
Lately, I’ve been leaning into that more intentionally. Slowing down and taking small moments to ground myself. Sometimes that looks like a quiet few minutes with my 👑Oleia Frankincense Oil👑, massaging my forehead, shoulders, back and legs.
It’s simple, but it helps me shift from being an overstimulated 30 year old to a very chill one.
Maybe that’s what this day is really about.
Not rushing the joy.
Not skipping the pause.
Just allowing ourselves to be in the quiet between.
And trusting that it has its own kind of healing. 😌
Show me your bottle and I’ll show you mine? 'Til next time! 😊
xo, L