Invisible labor ~
the holding-it-all-together,
the constant anticipating,
the remembering, the tending.
The way we carry the mental lists,
the schedules, the emotional needs of everyone around us.
It’s a kind of work that no one sees… but your body feels it.
Your skin feels it.
Not because your skin is failing you ~
but because it’s speaking FOR you.
This is your reminder to pause.
To offer yourself the tending you so freely give to others.
To let your skin and spirit exhale.
Acts of care we use:
A spritz of hydrosol to clear the air and invite breath back in.
Lymphatic massage to move what’s been held too long.
A warm cloth wrapped gently around our face, a soft reminder that you are held, too.
These aren’t luxuries.
They’re acts of reclamation.
Small, sacred ways we tend to ourselves in a world that often asks us to forget our own needs.
We use them not just to care for our skin, but to remember who we are beneath the noise.
