Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Preparing For Takeoff: How does one dōTERRA?

Mhm. Mm. Essernchial oily doobly-doos.
 I'm thinkin of making these little shveels of my pre-mission endeavors. Because I am indeed preparing for takeoff. T-minus 70-somethin odd days actually. Wait. 70 days exactly! SEBENTEE. Jinkies. Welp. With that being said, I definitely feel like I have just enough time to grab what I need and be out the door to the MTC.

Quesh: What if I get sick What happens when I get sick?
Prob: Here we have a grown 20-year old lass, who'd be lying if she said she didn't still consult her mom prior to chucking meds down the hatch
Solush: I mean if it can't be googled, it can't be done. Right? Kidding. But really, I do realize that I must educate meself on the care and keeping of... me.

(Sry 4 all the unnec abbrvz. Sike.)

**Enter doterra soapbox preachers past, present, and fatoodle**

  • Senior year in high school: one of my young women youth leaders broke out her humangous suitcase of essential oils at camp. Begin brief education of potions.
  • Junior year(ish): Grandpa went to visit Molokai and came home with a mind to cure us all of every ailment we did and didn't have. He's the best. Begin building endearment towards said potions.
  • Flash-forward to a couple years after high school (today), where I strike up a conversation with past youth program adviser Jenni (check her photos and whatnot out, she's pretty great too) about them one night. From this point on, you can consider me converted. Jenni even left me with an ultra-snazzy sample kit!


OOOooooOOooooOoooooo yes, yes, I know. Snazzy. As preveiously stated. First impression: way too cute to even use. I was sitting by Jenni as she whipped these up for me on that fateful night. I kid you not, I could've caught flies in my mouth. Jaw: dropped. Looook at them. Precious, right?

After leaving with this crazy-cute freebie in tow, I was pumped to learn me a thing or two more about the world of essential oils. Knowing I was pretty last-to-ball on this, I crept around the internet and studied the little notes I jotted from the book (sold here) at Jenni's. Still wanting to know more, I hit up the resident witch-doctor Sister Saifoloi, currently serving in the Philippines Naga Mission. The results are in, folks. My advice: hit up your local essential oil guru, and whether you're interested or not, keep one ear open.They're onto something here. Now where do I sign up for the bandwagon? Antyway. The results!

My Wishlist:
(Made after perusing the previously mentioned spellbook. 
Stuff I imagine I might need over the next year and a half) 
  • Pastense (tension blend)
  • Eucalyptus
  • Peppermint
  • Terrashield
  • On Guard
  • Lavender
  • Balance
  • Solace
  • Wild Orange ("need")
Sister Saifs' Recommendations: 
(Based off of what she's been using out in the mission field.
She's legit guys. Gather round and hearken chil'rens!)
  • Lavender ("for sleep")
  • Melaleuca (Holy Grail product, I gather)
  • Deep Blue ("for aching joints")
  • Peppermint
  • On Guard ("this and Peppermint for headaches/fatigue/sickness")
  • Terrashield
  • *CLARY SAGE* (this one she used most. for ma'i (PMS) related things, acne, fatigue, bug bites, AND an emotional pickmeup. Oh man.)
Find all of these here and here

For someone who just began their essential oil journey, I felt pretty g getting 5/8 of her recommendations. Don't wanna toot my own horn but uh.. HWAH HWAHHH.  *cough-BOOYAH. Actually I just looked up common ailments in the index.. PLUS I got this mega-helpful reference card from Jenni ;).

Now. Please remember: my knowledge on this subject= BASIC (and let that please be the only basic thang about me hah). I'm learning more with every Google search and every page turn and every question I ask. Learn with me and help me learn will ya? Cool. I've pretty much spit everything I know about these bad boys. Sheesh. Hopefully this can be helpful to someone, or thought-provoking, or question-raising, or a good(ish) read at the least. Anyone with any thoughts on essential oils in general (Doterra or not), please comment and let me know what you're lovin, what you're not lovin, questions (we can mull over them together :D). 

Bottom line: Gonna give these a try. For now as well as on my mission. Minor detail in the big picture mission-wise, but sweating minor details is my middle name. Not really, but I'm excited to "take off" in December all the same!

And again, if you're here reading this, I love you. Honest.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Wait... what's the date?

Ladies and Germs... it's Missionary Monday. For anyone wondering why I'm so freakin pumped for Monday, Monday is P-Day (preparation day) for missionaries. On P-day missionaries prepare themselves for the week to come. They do all kinds of important things on this day, but getting letters from them may or may not be my favorite part of the week. I shall neither confirm or deny.

A while back, my brother (currently serving in the Mexico Hermosillo Mission) sent me this poem in response to a rather a whiny (and lengthy) email from me. I had let the previous week weigh down on me and my sense of urgency to serve was wilting. Like a day old french fry. 

That Monday, he wrote (Brother- sorry not sorry if you aren't vurreh keen on me quoting you here):
"...I say all this because you know what we've all been through. The Mauna Kea highs and the hell-hole lows. You know how hard it's been, yet how fulfilling it's been (and you know exactly what it is)."
And brought the email home with this:

           After All We Can Do
I’d been in that hole for a very long time –
In the dark and the damp, in the cold and the slime.
The shaft was above me; I could see it quite clear,
But there’s no way I ever could reach it from here.
Nor could I remember the world way up there,
So I lost all my hope and gave into despair.

I knew nothing but darkness, the floors, and the walls,
When from off in the distance I heard someone call,
“Get up! Get ready! There’s nothing the matter!
Take rocks and take sticks and build up a fine ladder.”
This had never occurred to me, had not crossed my mind,
So I started to stack all the stones I could find.

When I ran out of stones, the old sticks were my goal,
For some way or another I’d get out of that hole.
So I soon had a ladder that was really quite tall,
And I thought, “I’ll soon leave this place once and for all!”
Then I climbed up my ladder, it was no easy chore –
For from lifting those boulders my shoulders were sore.

So I worked and I climbed and at last had to stop,
For my ladder stopped short – some ten feet from the top.
I climbed back down the ladder and felt all around,
But there were no more boulders nor sticks to be found.
I went back to my ladder and started to cry.
I’d done all I could do; I gave my best try.

But in spite of my work, in this hole I must die,
And all I could do was to sit and think, “Why?”
Was my ladder too short? Or my hole much too deep?
Then from way up on high came a voice: “Do not weep.”
And then hope, love, and faith entered my chest,
As the voice said to me that I’d done my best.

He said, “Nothing’s the matter.  There’s reason to hope.
Just climb up your ladder; I’ll throw down my rope.
You have worked very hard, and your labor’s been rough,
But the ladder you’ve built is at last tall enough.”
I climbed up the ladder, then climbed up the cord.
When I stood at the top, there stood the Lord.

I’ve never been happier; my struggle was done.
I blinked in the brightness that came from the Son.
I fell to the ground; his feet did I kiss.
I cried, “What can I do to repay thee for this?”
He looked all around Him – there were holes in the ground.
They had people inside, and were seen all around.

There were thousands of holes that were damp, dark, and deep.
Then the Lord turned to me and He said, “Feed my sheep.”
Then He went on His way to help other lost souls.
And I got right to work, calling down to the holes,
“Get up!  Get ready! There’s nothing the matter!
Take rocks and take sticks and build up a find ladder!”

It now was my turn to spread the good word.
The most glorious message that man ever heard.
That there’s One who is willing to save one and all,
And we’ve got to be ready when He gives the call.
He’ll pull us all out of the hole that we’re in,
And save all our souls from death and from sin.

So do not lose faith; there is reason to hope:
Just build up your ladder; He’ll throw down His rope.

Needless to say, this was exactly what I needed to read (and reread and reread and reread). I am never surprised, and always amazed at the sharpness of Heavenly Father's ears to our needs. Coming from anyone else, this poem would've been nice. Maybe touching (maybe). But there is no where on earth that I could hide something from my brother. We never really address this (cause Goonies never say die), but he is my brother/sister/best friend/other half/ride or die/rice to my poke. So... Thanks Brother, I owe you one.

Como se dice..... Hurrah for Israel!

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Small Kine Called to Serve

Where do I even start?

Too Much? ...Too much. Maybe here?

Daww, but no. Not here.


"That'll do, Donkey... That'll do."
 I guess here would be within reason, huh?

  1. Hi. Hello. How are ya? Name's Leimamo Bush. But it always ends up being Mams, so that's cool too.
  2. Blessed to be from Kailua, Hawaii.
  3. The reason I've even started with this: 
 "Dear Sister Bush,
You are hereby called to serve as a missionary of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. You are assigned to labor in the Colorado Denver North Mission. It is anticipated that you will serve for a period of 18 months.
You should report to the Provo Missionary Training Center on Wednesday, December 4, 2013. You will prepare to preach the gospel in the English language."

Yes, girl. This is a missionary blog.
So that's me now, in a nutshell. Just thought I'd break the ice here. More to come. Promise :). If you're here reading, I love you. A lot.