Indigo Intensity

I told you some time ago that I'm sometimes 'drawn' to a particular colour. These weeks it's purple and bluish colours.

I love everything about lavender; its colour, its scent. It's growing fast in the garden now :)
I also bought me some lavender shampoo and conditioner (from Danish brand Urtekram). Very expensive ones, but since I prefer organic care products, I decided to buy these. Turned out to be nót my favorite products. You need quite a lot of it before it will foam and your hair won't become smooth or shiny.
I forgot to get myself a lavender-coloured nailpolish, which I'd like to have. But I did buy an eyeshadow palette with this name: Indigo Intensity.

Indigo Intensity

Another association I get from the word Indigo is when it's being used as a word for Indigo Children; children-or adults- who have more creativity and empathy (and some paranormal gifts) than most people. It's a new age concept and of course there are many critics who reject the existence of these Indigo children. I see much similarity with Highly Sensitive Persons, which I am myself. (knowing this after doing research and inner work) Many children who are being called 'Indigo', are getting the label ADHD. I also thought I have ADD, but it turned out not to be the case.

My conclusion is, these different 'labels' have a lot in common, or represent just all the same; persons with the same trait and therefore often deal with the same problems in life, especially in this society based on business, money, status, power and abuse. Medical science often call it: AD(H)D or autism, new age believers or others call it: Indigo children or HSPs. Doesn't matter at all...what matters is that you and I just know what your trait is, what our strenghts and flaws are and live to that. It's easily said, 'cos I am finding it very difficult to live with my highly sensitive being. Everything is so intense all the time, much is overwhelming and when I don't answer that in a proper way, I become ill. Over and over again. And now I'm sick of it, it has to change. I have to change the way of dealing with it. How to thrive...when the world overwhelmes you...but it could be much easier than I think it is.
Last few days I was reading some blogs of HSPs and for me it's interesting because of the recognition and tools I find there and therefore more acceptance in myself. But a lot of bloggers are so open about their feelings on the internet day in and day out and I think that's not what I need to do. I want to keep my personal stuff for myself a bit either.
I now decide to nót read any HSP or buddhist book anymore in the couple of weeks. Better spend my time discovering myself within the experiences of life :)

With an intense Hug,
Shan

What's in my bag? Pt1

What's in my bag? Pt1: the make-up bag

Hi there,

Since I'm really nót inspired at the moment, but still wanted to write, I decided to make a more superficial, yet interactive and girlish topic.

I have a kind of a love-hate relationship with fashion and beauty, so now it's time to do something with it, for once. I am just curious how girlish you are, how many girl stuff you have in your bag. In this first post, it's about the make up bag. Second time it can be about our toiletry bags, shopping bags and suitcases.

Just personally, I'd like to take a challenge. The challenge of: less is more. I think this should stay my motto for this year and so I decided my bags should be as empty as possible as well. Stuff is just stuff and it won't make you happy. But since I'm a girl, I kinda like it too.

End of this month I'll go on vacation for 12 days and for this challenge, I'll try to keep my suitcase as empty as can be. It'll be a tough one. But later on that in a 'part 2' or '3'.

Now..... the make up bag!

I think I don't have a lot of make-up. I sometimes read some beautyblogs and I am amazed by the number of products they possess. Can't understand why they need 15 different blushes...

So, what's in my bag then?

I considered making a picture of my make up box, but I'd be ashamed a bit because it's pretty messy and dirty. Well, I'll pick all the things out and sum them up:

- 6  nailpolishes; 4 from Miss Sporty, 1 from Miss Helen and 1 from Black Onyx. All quite nice.

- 5 eyeshadows; 1 from H&M (Goldy Dust, n0 11) (great!), 1 from Estée Lauder (Flirty Lilac Shimmer 46) (nice color, but the application sucks!), 1 from Miss Sporty (okay), 1 from Rimmel London (Smokey Blue, 004) (application sucks either), and one from Une (Nude eyes shadow N08, cream to powder) (nice)
- 1 blush (Breezy cheeks, blush Grand Air B02 from Une) (great)

- 1 foundation ( Intuitive Touch, BB cream-to-powder foundation 103) (good, but the color I find too yellow for my skin)

- 1 eyepencil from Miss Sporty black

- 1 kohlpencil from DA, white

- 1 eyeliner from DA

- 1 mascara (Max Factor 2000 Calorie Dramatic Look)

- 1 concealer (Skin Echo concealer from Une, E01) (application sucks)

- 3 lipsticks; 1 from Max Factor (Midnight Plum I believe it is), 1 from Rimmel London (Temptation 166) and 1 from Miss Sporty (New Age)

- 1 lipgloss (Glimmer Lips Gloss G02 from Une) (great)

Well, that's it. I cleaned the box a bit and threw away 1 old green eyeshadow, one sponge, one old mascara and one old orange lipgloss.

Since Une has become my favorite brand  (because of the natural ingredients), I'll definitely only buy their products in the future.



So, tell me whats in yóur make up bag?


Love, Shan

Herinnering aan een zomerdag

Onderstaand gedicht herinnert me aan dat wat het meest van belang is, wat het enige is, dat je kunt doen. En herinnert me aan nog meer.
Ik heb die herinnering op dit moment nodig, en zal het vaak genoeg nodig hebben. Misschien jullie ook. Of misschien wekt het gewoon een lekker zomers gevoel op, en past het dus perfect bij dit seizoen; 'De Zomerdag'.

'De Zomerdag'

Wie heeft de wereld gemaakt?

Wie heeft de zwaan gemaakt en de zwarte beer?

Wie heeft de sprinkhaan gemaakt?

Deze sprinkhaan, bedoel ik-

die uit het gras omhoog kwam gesprongen

die suiker eet uit mijn hand,

die haar kaken heen en weer beweegt in plaats van op en neer

die rondkijkt met haar enorme facetogen.

Nu licht ze haar bleke onderarmpjes op en wast grondig haar gezicht.

Nu klapt ze haar vleugels open en zweeft weg.

Ik weet niet precies wat een gebed is.

Ik weet wel hoe je aandacht geeft, hoe je in het gras

valt, hoe je in het gras knielt,

hoe gelukzalig niets te doen, hoe door de akkers te kuieren,

- wat ik allemaal vandaag gedaan heb.

Vertel me, wat had ik anders moeten doen?

Gaat niet alles dood uiteindelijk, en te vroeg?

Vertel me, wat ben je van plan te doen

Met je ene geweldige en waardevolle leven?

Uit: Mary Oliver, House of Light

Love, Shan