Floating Sound Meditation with Singing Bowls…say what??

Floating Sound Meditation with Singing Bowls…say what??

For this post I am back in the Bouctouche area; let me start by saying that I had no idea there were so many things to do in and around Bouctouche. I did a Day Tripping in Bouctouche post, then I was told to check out the lavender farm, Lavender by Ocean Breeze Farm; visited it, loved it!! Then I was told by Line, one my readers, that I needed to go back for a third time and visit Thaly Holistic- Boutik.

I love getting recommendations from you guys, so keep them coming. I just booked a hammock or a swing, not sure what the proper name is?
I am going with long time family friend and avid blog supporter and sharer, Michelle. She messaged me to say she had been meaning to try this and would be game to join me. So we are going!

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My blog and life philosophy is to try new things and I hope that my adventures inspire you to say oui, to new experiences too.

I usually research things before I do them, but going into this a bit uninformed on purpose. This is way out of my normal thing. I don’t meditate, but I am looking forward to seeing  what this is all about.

My first challenge is figuring out what one wears to float with singing bowls?? Lol. I am thinking yoga gear will be appropriate, who would have guessed  that yoga gear would be  our 2020 outfit of choice??

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So I just got back from my visit and it was amazing! I don’t really know how to explain the feelings and experience, but I’ll try.

As soon as we arrived we could  smell the scent of lavender, their boutik and studio are beautiful with natural wood throughout.

We were greeted by the owner, Nathalie, and since both Michelle and I had never been before, she walked us to the studio and got us settled and comfy in our hammocks, they are hammocks, not swings.

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Since we were a bit early we were able to pick our hammocks, I gravitated to the green one right away and Michelle crawled into the red. Afterwards Michelle thought our choices were very fitting, since green symbolizes healing and red energy. She’s aware that I am still healing from my dad death and she had been running around a lot and needed to replenish her energy.

My first impression was that my hammock was amazingly comfortable! You bend your knees and touch your feet together, like a frog pose, which was super comfortable.

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It truly felt like I was floating, my hammock keep swinging and I could feel myself relax and sink into my little green cocoon.

Nathalie’s son Marc led our session, before we started he asked if I wanted a spritz of essential oil; I said, yes please and held out my hands.

After a few minutes of deep belly breathing he started the sound therapy. I closed my eyes and let the sound of rain, I thought it sounded like rain, wash over me. I started to visualize being in the rain forest.

As I mentioned I don’t meditate; I do know that you’re supposed to silence your mind. I did my best to silence all outside thoughts and worries. Out of nowhere I started repeating a self loving phrase that I think I needed a reminder of?

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As the rain sounds faded and the metal bowls started, it felt like I could visualize and feel waves of sound. I could feel the waves and each wave was a different colour. I have never felt colour before and it sounds weird, but that’s the best way I can think to describe it.

At one point I could really hear and feel my heart pounding, which was a bit startling for a minute, but then I re-focused on the sounds of the waves. My hammock was still gently moving. I started to feel a little cold so I covered myself with my blanket, you bring your own blanket and a small neck pillow, if you have one.

To be completely honesty, when we started I wondered if I was going to get bored at some point, since the session is a full hour. But that didn’t happen, I don’t think I feel asleep, but I for sure zoned out. Because all of a sudden the metal bowl noises started to slow down with moments of silence in between. That sort of brought me back to reality and as the rainfall sounds began again, I opened my eyes and my hammock was completely still. The hour flew by and was over.

Marc told us to stretch out and to start moving our bodies a bit, a few moments later we were ready to leave our colourful cocoons.

During the session we were told to turn off our phones, I had asked Nathalie for permission to take a few photos afterwards for this blog post.

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This is my zen selfie, I just felt relaxed and at peace, I look a little funny.

We got to chat with Nathalie a bit afterwards, I asked her how long she had been in business; she told us it’s been four years. She shared that this had always been her dream of hers and that when she turned fifty, she left her job at Canada Post, where she had worked for twenty years plus years.

She had a five year planned mapped out and achieved those goals after just five months! They built the boutik and studio and had plans to for a sleeping area, as a sort of holistic hostel, before Covid hit. Those plans are now on hold, but they are back open for business. They’ve adjusted the number of hammocks per class in order to have everyone properly distanced.

I love that this was her dream and that at fifty she decided to go for it! It’s inspiring and I think it speaks to the power of women and the people and families that help support them…us.

I highly recommend you try this! Even if you think it’s not really your thing, I thought the same thing and now I want to return with a few of my friends, who just between you and I need to chill out! Lol

Follow Thaly Holistic-Boutik on Facebook, they have a list of upcoming classes. You need to confirm your attendance in order to reserve your hammock. I just confirmed interested, so I was lucky that there was one hammock left for me. They are located on 5220 Route 115, in the Bouctouche area, not certain if they are withing the limits or just outside?

Tell them you heard about them from my little blog! And let me know about your experience.

If you aren’t in and around this region, look up something similar or even try something that is out of comfort zone, you just may like it??

Thanks for reading! Check me out on Insta at: oui-liette.

muah!

Liette

Behind the Scenes

I wasn’t kidding when I said that Michelle was an old family friend. Our parents have been friends forever, here she is at my first birthday. Man, I am happy I grew into my cheeks!!!

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You’re so vain!

You’re so vain! Actually, I am so vain!

(Hey if you’re super squeamish, skip this post; I’ll be sharing some pictures of stitches and stuff.)

I am aware that the word vain has a negative connotation; it means into yourself, self absorbed…self this and self that, just plain selfish!

I would say that I can be vain, in the sense that I care about my appearance, but I don’t think I am selfish? I post a lot of pictures of myself on social media and in my blogs. I am certain some would call that vain? But to be honest I don’t really care. I try not to judge others and anyone who feels the need to judge me can suck it!! So there! Lol, ouff I am feeling feisty!!

Recently my vanity led me to make an appointment to see a dermatologist for the first time. I had this little, super little, skin colored thing on the bridge of my nose that I wanted removed. I’m certain no one else noticed it, but I knew it was there and I wanted it gone!

Well it turns out that that little thing was cancerous! Did my vanity save my life? Well that maybe a bit dramatic? But did it save my nose? Maybe??

You can see it in this pic.

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I had been meaning to make an appointment for the past year to get checked, but I just kept forgetting about it. Then before I moved back to Canada from Las Vegas I finally made an appointment.

I called on a Thursday and had an appointment the following Friday! My fellow Canadians will be able to relate to my shock and excitement of getting in to see a dermatologist that quickly.

After a full body exam the doctor removed a few things; 5 things to be exact. And by removed, I mean he used what looked like a razor blade to cut them off. He froze the spots so it didn’t hurt.

I went home with my new wounds. They were annoying, but not painful. I would need to return in a few weeks for a follow up and  to get the results of my biopsies; they have to test anything that they cut off your body apparently.

By the following day the cut on my nose was red, but was starting to scab over. I felt a little self conscious, but I went about my normal daily routine.

Within a week I was all healed up and on the go; the following week I was back at the clinic  for my results.

The doctor told me that he had good news and not so good news, mmmm, this didn’t sound promising. Turns out 4 of my samples were fine, but one came back cancerous. This isn’t what I was expecting on this sunny Friday afternoon.

The next thing I knew, the doctor and I were looking at a picture of the different skin layers and he was explaining what the next step would include. To be honest, I could hear him talking, but I only have a vague recollection of what he said.

I do remember asking him if it was pre-cancerous? I must not have heard him correctly the first time? Turns out I had and it was not pre.

I left the clinic and called a friend who asked me a bunch of questions that I couldn’t answer. I remembered him saying it was the kind that moved very slowly  and that they would take skin off my nose, test it onsite and if they got it all, they would stitch me up. But if there were still cancerous cells, they would dig deeper.

I also remembered him saying that I would have stitches for a week to 10 days. The following day I called back and asked for the name of whatever it was that I had so I could google it.

It was nasal cell carcinoma, which is super common for caucasiens. I was happy that my caucasien ass and nose were getting ready to move from the desert back to the Arctic where I/they belonged. Yes, I’m fully aware that people in Canada get skin cancer, but at that moment, I felt like this place was inhospitable to my pasty white Canadian skin!!

The day of my procedure my friend Staci game with me for moral support, thank you Staci!!!

I waited maybe 15 min before my turn. I was on a table and the doctor was freezing my nose.  I thought it would be similar to going to the dentist, they prick you with a few needles and you wait for it to kick in? Nope, it wasn’t like that; whatever he used froze me instantly. It was so fast that it took me a minute to figure out that he had already started doing his thing and then it was over. I swear it took less than 3 min from start to finish.

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Oh I forgot something, when I arrived and was sitting there waiting for my turn, I noticed that everyone who walked out had huge bandages. I worried thinking, man why does everyone look like they’ve had large chunks of their faces chopped off?

I quickly found out why; once done phase one they sent you back to the waiting area while they tested your, well your flesh I guess, lol. If all was clear you would then go back in to get stitched up.

Within 20 min, I was back on the table getting stitched up. I was all clear! Yay!

Since everything had gone so fast and well, I imagined that I would have a small clean cut. He kept telling me everything looked good and it would heal well.

At one point I asked him how many stitches he was giving me, because it was taking a long time. He said there were a few underneath that would dissolve on their own and some on top that would need to be removed…ok..

I was relieved when he said he was finished and his assistant would clean me up and put a smaller bandage. As she was prepping, I snapped a quick selfie and OMG!!

It looked like I’d been hit between the eyes with a hockey stick. Ugh this had just taken a shitty turn, my poor nose!

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I sent this pic to my mom and she said I looked sad and a little high. I think a little high would have helped!! She then said you look like a hockey player…see, told you!!!

They sent me home with a small bandage that would come off the next day. As my face started to thaw and throb, I thought this would be a great time to start my very own pity party for one.

Yes, I realize that I am fortunate that it was caught early and that I will heal and hopefully not have a huge scar. And yes I realize that others have much worse life threatening health issues and I’m being a whiny baby, bla, bla, bla!! But at that moment I just wanted to be pitiful! I am vain, remember that part from the beginning of my story?

I eventually fell asleep and woke up to find my bandage hanging off the side of my nose. I must say that I did wake up with a better attitude. I decided that instead of hiding myself away, I would go out there and own this big gash on my nose. And by go out there, I meant that I would be working from home for the next three days until I’d be forced into the public to fly back to Canada, lol.

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Trying to be positive, I  focused on how well the rest of my skin looked, sans makeup.

I mustered up the energy to put on some lip gloss before heading out to the grocery store. My next stop was to the pharmacy so that the pharmacist could look at me and tell me it looked the way it was supposed to look. That night I went out to eat with one of my friends; ok I did pick a restaurant that I knew wouldn’t be busy, but I was still out.

Here is some advice for anyone dealing with face stitches; stay away from large magnifying mirrors the day after your procedure? Trust me you don’t need to see all of that magnified!! It’s not good for your spirit, sadly, I only realized this after it was too late.

Before I continue to whine, can we take a quick  look at the two pics below?

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The photo on the right is Sunday night and the one on the left is Tuesday afternoon. Please feel free to stop reading at any point if you think I am making a big deal out of nothing. Side note, it must be nice to be perfect without a tinge of vanity, good for you!! Lol, sorry, moving on.

Recovery Day 2

I was expecting my movers first thing that morning, so I brushed my teeth, washed my wound and put my baseball cap on because my hair was dirty. I realize that my vanity seems to be wayning, because I couldn’t care less what the hell I look like. I dig through my purse to find my lipgloss and then think, fu&$ it!!

The movers start boxing up and loading all my shoes on the truck, including the sneakers that I had set aside to wear for the next two days.  I suddenly have two options, pink fuzzy slippers or winter boots; fuzzy slippers it is!

As I am walking through Whole Foods in my slippers looking like I’ve been beat up, I feel that I’ve hit an all time  personal low; and I don’t even care. I fear that I’m one step away from Walmart in my pajamas? Slippers in Whole Foods is certainly the gateway to Walmart in pajamas??

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At least my nose has stopped bleeding and leaking gross stuff. I see people that I know and they tell me it’s not as bad as they thought it would be; they are obviously big fat liars!! My pity party had been replaced by annoyance and anger.

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I am getting my hair done tomorrow, clean hair should help camouflage what looks like a bloody caterpillar on my face.

Recovery Day 3

I woke up this morning to an extra special treat, my eyes are starting to bruise, yay me!!

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Trying real hard to stay positive the only thing I can come up with is that the yellow ish coloring does make my blue eyes pop; so there’s that. I did make an effort and put on a bit of eyeliner and gloss. I am on my way to get my hair done.

My hairdresser always makes me feel awesome! I needed this little pick me up. Hey never underestimate the power of a fresh color and blow out!

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My wound is very red today, I am hoping that’s a good sign?? It’s my last day in Las Vegas, I fly out in the morning.

Recovery Day 4

No hiding today I will be flying all day. Before leaving for the airport I consider extra red lipstick, but that may just draw more attention?

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I ham it up a bit afted being dropped off at the airport. I almost forgot what I looked like, until I see the picture, but it’s fine. Canada here I come! Side note for all the men out there, if a woman says fine, it’s sooooo not fine.

Recovery Day 5

Someone asked me if I got a nose job? I tell them that I’m pretty sure that when you get a nose job they don’t cut the top of your nose! Some people are dumb!! The angry stage has apparently arrived.

Recovery Day 6 & 7

Blah! Over it!!

Recovery Day 8

Recovery Day 9

The doctor originally told me the stitches would need to stay on for 7 to 10 days, it’s 9 days, they need to come off!!

I feel like the stitches are pulling my skin. I can’t wash my face or put face cream on without that pulling feeling. It’s becoming really uncomfortable.

I have a cocktail party tonight and things planned for the weekend. If these stitches don’t come off I may hurt someone…I am not kidding, things could get ugly.

I was able to get in to see my doctor who tells me I need an appointment to get into the clinic at the hospital where they take out stitches. I’m on the verge of crying when she says, let me call and see if they can take you?

She comes back and says, go now!!! She said tomorrow they have 165 appointments; it’s almost 2pm and it closes at 3, so off I go!!

Thank you Sherrie at Clinic C and nurse Heather who took my stitches out!! They took me right away; I was in and out within 15 min.

I instantly feel better!!

Recovery Day 10

Everything seems to be flattening out, still red, but getting better. Because everything was swollen, my skin seems to be peeling a bit.

Recovery Day 11

I’m finally feeling like people aren’t just staring at my nose; and I’m thankful that I seem to be healing well. I figure that in another week I’ll be pretty well all healed up!

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The drama seems to be over! Again, I am aware that in the grand scheme of things, this was a very minor health scare. And I am super fortunate that it was taken care of early and quickly.

During a pep talk from one of my friends, which I appreciated her effort. I felt the need to reminded her that whenever she has a pimple on her face it ruins her day and sometimes her week. So maybe I’m not the only one who is vain? I think we all are? Maybe vain isn’t the right word? Maybe it’s proud?

Whatever it is, I think it’s human nature to want to look your best and that even if you think you’re a relatively confident person, you aren’t immune to bouts of self doubt.

I hope that this post motivates you to make an appointment for your yearly check up! Especially if it’s been a few years! My little spot could have been a lot worse had I put off getting it checked. Who knows what my nose would have looked like had I waited a few years??

Thanks for reading!!

muah!

Liette (your sassy, vain and at times drama queen blogger!)