Symmetrically Speaking
What's keeping me tuned to the right frequency this month.
I love to lend my wit to wax poetic on a snapshot moment, but first, I have to make sure I am taking all of the necessary measures, with bated breath, to fortify my mental against the powers that be.
The occasional cases of existentialism, cruise ship-born illnesses, the voice that likes to tell me I am not good enough, sporadic cravings— the things that will forever be out of my control.
Sobriety taught me that no matter how fast my mind is moving, I have to check in. Not with thoughts, those pesky narrators. With my body. With the objects that ground me. Unfortunately, I am one of those people who will drink water when I am dead, so I’m not gonna stand here as if my body is a temple after eroding her shores for the better part of a decade.
However, the biggest Amends I have made is to myself.
So, here is what is populating my altar as of late with the mindset that what is done to one side must be done to the other.
SOUND
A turntable.
Before the needle is lowered, a triumvirate of tactile ritual, the physicality of analog sound, and nostalgia psychology mingle together to envelop the listener in an emotional experience. From sliding the record out of the sleeve, holding the artifact in your hands fills the hollow holes of our digital listening dungeon.
The crackle between tracks. Music that makes you float instead of overwhelming you with lyrics. This is a closed connection.
Rea Earth. I know that 2025 was reserved for capital “H” healing based on the fact that my top artist of 2025 made playlists dedicated to your subconcious. From envisioning your future self to manifesting confidence into your psych, I listened to these every night for a couple of months. A kinesiologist (albeit one that has a sixth sense) recommended it to me. These playlists translate from my sleeping to waking moments, and the static clears.
BODY
I have tested the lymphatic jumping trend, rocking happy baby pose to loosen the bowels, inversions from candlesticks to headstands for blood flow. Calf. Smashing… trust. I started treating the practice of gua-sha as if applying an entire beat (I use a red jasper material that supposedly wards off addiction spirits). Movement that doesn’t feel like punishment. My body as instrument, not enemy.
Sauna and cold plunge. I’m grateful when I can do both. Neural pathways opening, something ancient resetting. The heat, the shock, the return to baseline. I think the extreme temps we ballasts for new neural tracks.
Albme lip masks. Powered by macadamia, this locally brewed small luxury gives your lips a kick and fights off the dry spell. Sometimes frequency is just remembering you have a body that deserves care.
RITUAL
Saging. I’m a firm believer in clearing energy, especially when I learned in rehab how many heavy frequencies had accumulated on my soul over time. Not in a new age spirituality way, it’s precautionary. Call me superstitious, but I don’t like to take any chances. Smoke moves through the room and something shifts. Maybe it’s real. Maybe it’s placebo. Either way, palo santo banishes the negativity back into the karmic circle.
Rebel Gardens candles. Hemp-infused. The tropical mahogany scent takes makes me think of waves lulling me to sleep. Before I write, before I spiral or get ready, I light one. The object informs the ritual. Aromatherapy. (More on this brand in an upcoming post eep I can’t wait to introduce them to you!!)
MIND
Journaling. Helps me get out the clichés, if I’m being perfectly honest. The first thoughts are usually lies. The second thoughts are closer. The third thoughts might be true.
Two-pound tome. An ongoing project in acuity. Deciphering Infinite Jest’s footnotes is like reading like archaeological markings via the Rosetta Stone—slow, deliberate, digging for what’s buried. Understanding a another species intellectual mechanics to inform your own evolution. Some books are meant to be devoured. This one’s meant to be lived with.
TASTE
What can I say, I am always looking for a sweet treat… and then some.
Vegan and Gluten-free sugar bombs
I’m not always dialed to the right frequency. Some days I’m static. Some days I forget to check in. Some, I simply throw caution to the wind because I can. But these objects, these rituals reel me back to center. Tuning forks don’t work alone. They need something to strike against.
These are mine.
Hmmm, palo santo 🤔 not a spiritual dude, but might have to give that a go!
This was such a good insight to your daily habits I loveeeeee 💕🥹