Hormone hugging paleo hot chocolate..

Home... That's what this drink is to me. Even when I'm sipping it on route to work (at 6am in the morning mind you), as opposed to in my favourite mug, it still centres and grounds me as if I were at home rugged up in a baggy sweater and uggs. 

I make a big ole' mug full of my hormone hugging hot chocolate everyday, and now I don't know how or why I ever got by without it. It's cacao, gelatin (I use Great Lakes because it's grass fed, ethical and sustainable), maca, coconut oil and coconut mylk, and it's satiating, grounding and damn tasty! 

However, the best part is the healing properties it boasts such as hormone balancing, providing you with abundant energy, boosting magnesium levels, cell repairing, gut healing and warming you from the inside out, providing total spirit nourishment. 

It may take a little longer to prepare than your average cup of coffee or tea, but, isn't that the whole point, pouring more of ourselves, more love into our food?



1 tbs cacao powder 
1 tbs coconut oil
1/2 tbs maca
1/2tbs Gelatin 
1 tbs hot water
1 cup coconut milk (I use either homemade or Pure Hravest Coco Quench) + a little extra for Gelatin mixture


In mug combine cacao, maca and coconut oil with hot water, mix enough to form a paste. In seperate cup stir Gelatin and roughly 1-2tbs of cold coconut milk until combined. Warm coconut milk in pan over medium heat. Once warm, whisk in Gelatin mixture until dissolve, then stir cacao paste with warm milk until thoroughly combined. Sip slowly and allow this cup of goodness to work through you.  

Craft your dreamxxx

Uncertainty: Friend or Foe?

Lately I’ve been feeling emotionally disheveled, off. Miserably, the contents of my interior life reads as a scrappy, chaotic mess. Unease is permeating my every muscle; leaving me alone to fall apart, fractured by an unshakable anxiety. Pulling excessive overtime in a feeble attempt to make sense of all this tedium has inflicted my brain with a ceaseless ache. My poor overworked brain. Weakened by conflicting emotions attacking from every angle, my brain is left with little to no other option but to scatter erratic thoughts and obliterate my equilibrium. Overstretched from the inside out; I split at the seam.  The question repeats itself all day long. Why am I unravelling? But, I’m utterly clueless, lost even.

There’s a scenario playing out in front of me, matching the most dramatic of movie scenes as it aggressively spits out complexity. No doubt, a pleasure to watch if drama is your thing. Unfortunately acting has never been of interest to me. The weighty emotions arise taking themselves for a spin before lodging in the back of my throat. It is there they niggle like thick, sickness coated saliva. Unable to pinpoint the specifics, I attempt to summarise as eloquently as possible. Emptiness battling overwhelm, anxiety battling boredom, freedom fighting a losing battle against loneliness.

Scared shitless by the lack of control I possess over my own life, I sometimes admit defeat. Haunted by my own curiosity, my impatience grows everyday. Too often hungry for the vaguest clue, I rarely enjoy reprieve. A screenshot or the briefest glimpse would suffice. A smidgen, just some form of reassurance affirming a positive future ahead of me. Plagued by uncertainty, I’m desperate for the story enclosed in my next chapter, although if I'm honest with myself, it is the not knowing that evokes my passionate lust for life.  I've never claimed to be my own best friend.  I’m foolish, a sucker for learning lessons the hard way and typically I get what I deserve. Coaxed onto this roller coaster by my eager, dare-devilish heart; I jump on. 

Harness or no harness, it really doesn’t matter.  


The peskiness of being sick

I’ve so depressingly succumbed to ill health. Put it this way, simple movement causes bone discomfort. The lethargy is rife, laughing in my face. The sincerest form of punishment in itself. This is especially due to my overactive brain needing movement, typically of the vigorous, sweat- your-guts- out kind in order to still and settle down. Yes, I am aware of how ludicrous that does indeed sound. However, it makes perfect sense to me.

Keeping active physically through scheduled exercise and using my feet as my main source of transportation, or through productivity; asserting my usefulness through creative projects and everyday tasks such as cooking, has always worked in my minds favour. Activity brings me outside of my own head by planting me firmly in real life, the sweetest place to be. Hence, lethargy is foe, never ever friend.

Lethargy inducing illness inhibits my concentration and my ability to assimilate information. On top of this, illness disables my energetic reserve preventing my gym attendance. Bitterly, this is not the worst of it. Subsequently, when forced into overdrive, my brain begins to attack. Rendered useless, very little remains for me to do beside close my eyes and nod off into non-existence.

Of course, I’m spluttering melodramatic nonsense. I know, I know, it all comes across as a little bit sad. It just goes to show how much I really detest being sick. Knowing that sometimes melodrama makes life more of a trip; peppering life with piquancy and interest, like ginger firing up and otherwise bland healing tea, I allow myself my theatrical moment.

If all truth be told, I won’t completely give into this illness. I won’t. I simply can’t allow it to set the tone for my week, not even my day. I’ll find a way to indulge and treat myself. Perhaps I’ll make pancakes which I’ll devour in bed under a stack of donnas. I may even don ugg’s, fill up a hot water bottle and build a comforting cocoon around myself.  I’ll dedicate my precious hours to warming my ill, cold blooded soul.  



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