Rainy Day Softness: Moonrise and Roses

It was a very rainy Wednesday. I've been hearing the heavens roar for the past few days. The mood was somber. The wind, howling. I've been wanting to go out for a few days now, but the Orange Rainfall Alert I got this morning meant that there was a big possibility of flash floods. My son and I were supposed to go out, but decided to stay in the safety of our cocoon. 

The Storm Within the Storm

Noon was eventful. A glass broke in the sink and my son's finger got cut. I was eating a leisurely breakfast of Hokkien noodles and bread from France with chocolate chips when he rushed to me with a bleeding finger. 

I went to Mama Medic mode and applied first aid on the finger. After the ordeal, I couldn't shake off the adrenaline pulsing through my body. A dear friend helped me ground again, reminded me to breathe, and carry on with my day.

I didn't want to cook with all that negative energy that I was emitting, so I asked my friend to help ground me.

 I cooked Crabs, Squash, and Snake Beans in Coconut Milk for lunch today. This photo was taken before the coconut milk was added. 

 

Moonrise

There’s a moment in every woman’s cycle when the fire fades, the sparkle dims a little, and the body simply wants to soften.

It’s the time after ovulation — the quiet, the cool, the calm before the storm (hello, Lady Flo). And it’s exactly when I reach for Moonrise.

I created Moonrise to remind myself that I'm not here to hustle like the boys. This is for those in between days when my strength dwindles, but the fire is still lit. It's a reminder that I'm building my empire in rhythm with my body. 

It was a slow afternoon after we ate lunch, but my nervous system was still wired. So, I reached for these little bottles that I've known for years, old loves I had to give up when my body started overreacting to everything. But now I'm gently returning to them. One whiff at a time. 

I’ve been experimenting again. Blending oils, whispering over drops, mixing warmth and safety into tiny glass vials.

One day, I’ll invite you to try them too — to carry a bit of my quiet strength in your bag or drawer.

Moonrise is a soft mix of frankincense, myrrh, copaiba, and sweet orange — like a whispered prayer at twilight. It’s grounding but luminous. Think sacred temple meets sleepy garden.

I added Manuka for that nurturing floral warmth — with just a hint of sweetness.

Should I bottle this and sell it someday? Maybe. For now, I breathe. I build. In flow, in rhythm.

And maybe someday, Moonrise won’t just live in my bottle or inhaler.

Maybe she’ll come with a journal. A soft-touch deck. A tea blend that cradles your belly as the moon wanes.

All in time. All in flow.

Loving Myself A Little Bit More Today with Mumuso Hair Oil in Rose

On days like these, I give myself some extra love. Today, I gave some to my hair using this product:

I love those rose petals at the bottom of the bottle

I've been using this for a few weeks. The first time I used this, my hair turned out like this:

The waves are because of another product. This is air-dried hair

When the day comes that I release my own oils, I want them to feel this nourishing.

Maybe even better — infused with stories, rhythm, and just the right hint of luxury.

I want you to feel like you're stepping into your own softness, just like I do.

I react to rosewater that is heavily scented, but I've never reacted to this rose oil. The scent complements my shampoo and conditioner so well. 

My hair is naturally shiny, but this oil gave it that extra sheen — healthy, luminous, and all-day glow.

There’s something sacred about slowing down. About letting the storm pass — both outside and within — while choosing softness anyway. I used to fight the seasons of my body. I used to power through everything, even when I was aching. But these days, I’m learning to honor the stillness. To breathe through the pauses. To listen to what my body truly needs — not what the world expects.

So here I am — choosing warmth, nourishment, and rituals that feel like love. A bowl of crabs and squash, a few drops of oil in my palm, a quiet moment at my desk while the rain sings lullabies outside. This isn’t just self-care. This is me — building something gentle and powerful at the same time. And maybe tomorrow, the sun will come out. But even if it doesn’t, I know how to find the light again.

How do you choose softness during rainy days?

Someday, I’ll put all these soft rituals in one place. A bundle. A memory box. A subscription maybe.

But for now, this post will have to do.

And when the shop doors open, you’ll be the first to know.

About the Author

Lady E is an internationally certified aromatherapist, CPR, AED, First Aid certified, former professional makeup artist, and healing coach. Through her blog, she invites women into a soft, intentional life — one filled with beauty, rhythm, ritual, and grace. Her words are both balm and spark: soothing the tired soul while awakening the desire to live well, feel deeply, and honor the woman within.