When you think they are just essential oils in a bottle – you make a special delivery like I did recently that teaches you they are so much more.
My nurse friend of 20 years whom has been fighting cancer for the last couple of years has been using frankincense for the last 3 months daily in her diffuser, on her feet and in the bottle by her bed. A co-worker called to chat with her and ask “Can I do anything?” Her reply was Yes – find me some more Frankincense I am about out.
My co-worker immediately called me. I had what she needed in my oil cabinet.
My husband and I took a trip to deliver the Frankincense. As I walked in the door and told her the story behind the oils she smiled. That alone was worth the 40 mile trip. Conversation is hard when someone is dying. The conversation is random words not deep rooted conversation – but oh so meaning and full.
Frankincense (Boswellia carteri) has a sweet, warm, balsamic aroma that is stimulating to the mind. Useful for spiritual connection, centering, it has comforting properties that help focus the mind and overcome stress and despair. Frankincense is considered the holy anointing oil in the Middle East,
As her caregiver – the daughter who is also a nurse – taking care of her sees her as her mom through a nurses eyes and understands what all the signs mean. Each time they drain fluid from her lungs or she moans in pain, or she stays in bed longer one day than another. The nurse knows.
Her anxiety level is high trying to be strong for her mom -at the same time the daughter inside is crumbling.
I handed her the little purple bottle called Valor.
Valor: helps ward off negative energy, increase inner strength – to help ease anxiety and yield confidence.
She laughed HA – me stressed? Anxiety? Pour it on me! I applied it to her wrist and the back of her neck to allow aromatherapy to begin. A drop of oil and one big hug – for a moment the stress was a smile.
I didn’t stay long lunch had arrived. I hugged my cancer filled friend and she smiled. I smiled back – no words could come out. We both knew that was our last conversation together. I turned and walked out the door swallowing hard to make it outside. The delivery was complete.
That purple bottle worked for me without opening the top as I handed it to someone who is handling more stress than I.
This finally felt like the nurse I always wanted to be – to give comfort without a drug to cause harm to ease stress and give strength.
I Love what I do to the last drop.