Stay Zen Wellness

Stay Zen Wellness Customized essential oil blends. Research-driven, customizable, and affordable. Providers of certified wellness coaching, consulting, and counseling.

🖤 Black History Month: Day 26 🖤Green Coconut Split at Midday · JamaicaMidday does not care how strong you think you are....
02/26/2026

🖤 Black History Month: Day 26 🖤

Green Coconut Split at Midday · Jamaica

Midday does not care how strong you think you are.

The sun stands over you and asks a simple question: Did you listen early, or will you learn in front of everyone?

In Jamaica, green coconut was never a trend. It was instruction. A machete struck clean through because hesitation cost energy. You drank before thirst turned sharp and stepped into shade before your body demanded it.

Cooling carried dignity while hydration carried foresight.

Some lessons travel quietly through families.
Watch the elders: they move before crisis announces itself.
They sit down before dizziness.
They sip before pride gets involved.

The body signals long before collapse.
The wise catch it early.

What signal do you notice now that your younger self would have ignored?

🖤 Black History Month: Day 25 🖤Red Stew Blooming in Palm Oil · NigeriaBefore the onions and pepper.Before the meat ever ...
02/25/2026

🖤 Black History Month: Day 25 🖤

Red Stew Blooming in Palm Oil · Nigeria

Before the onions and pepper.
Before the meat ever thought about entering the pot.

Palm oil first.

It stains the metal deep red and claims the surface. That is the point. You decide the tone before anything else begins negotiating space.

In many Nigerian kitchens, nobody rushed the base. Oil had to warm properly. Onions softened slowly. Pepper paste waited for the shimmer that said, now.

If the foundation lacked patience, the stew carried that weakness all the way to the table.

This is pure architecture.

The nervous system works the same way.
If you stack responsibilities onto a body that hasn’t settled, everything tastes thin. If you move before your base stabilizes, scale amplifies fragility.

Layering is deliberate and adjustment comes last.

You do not build expansion on instability. You build structure first. Then you let the heat do what it knows how to do.

Where are you setting your base before you multiply your reach?

✨ WEDNESDAY WORD DROP ✨ANACLASTICSome experiences bend you.They alter the angle of how you see, how you interpret, how y...
02/25/2026

✨ WEDNESDAY WORD DROP ✨

ANACLASTIC

Some experiences bend you.
They alter the angle of how you see, how you interpret, how you enter a room.

Light shifts when it passes through a new medium.
So do you.

Anaclastic speaks to that refraction.
A redirection shaped by contact.
A life that changed course because something real touched it.

🪶 Save this for moments when you question your change in direction.

💬 Comment with a word for something that altered your course.

🌙 Tag someone whose growth shows up as redirection.

💧 One word a week.
A world unfolding.

🖤 Black History Month: Day 24 🖤Pressing Cloth at Blue Hour · BarbadosBlue hour carried more than sky color.Coal iron war...
02/24/2026

🖤 Black History Month: Day 24 🖤

Pressing Cloth at Blue Hour · Barbados

Blue hour carried more than sky color.

Coal iron warming on the table. Linen stretched flat across wood that had seen salt air and hurricane season. Someone always moved first: lifting embers, shaking ash, testing heat against the palm before it ever touched fabric.

No one announced this as discipline.
It lived in the wrists.

Wrinkles eased under weight and patience. Steam rose. Voices lowered. The room aligned itself around steady pressure.

You did not step into the road undone.
Your name walked ahead of you with your posture speaking before your mouth did.

In a place shaped by sugar, wind, and watchful eyes, presentation carried protection. Order inside meant fewer cracks outside. The ritual kept more than cloth smooth.

This was infrastructure.
Built at a wooden table.
Held by hands that understood heat.

What steadies you before you cross a threshold?

🖤 Black History Month: Day 23 🖤Clearing Before PlantingBefore anything green pushed through soil, something had to be mo...
02/23/2026

🖤 Black History Month: Day 23 🖤

Clearing Before Planting

Before anything green pushed through soil, something had to be moved.

Winter left weight in the body. Nothing dramatic, just slow. Silence in the rooms. Breath shortened without asking permission.

So they cleared.

Brush dragged from earth. Old stalks lifted. Roots shaken loose. Hands darkened with work that no one photographed.

Planting never began with seed. It began with removal.

In the Delta, clearing land carried memory. After flood seasons. After failed yields. After laws shifted and names changed. Each spring required assessment. What stays, what goes. What drains strength before the first furrow even opens.

Care preceded productivity.

No one called it strategy. It was survival practice.
You did not plant into congestion and you did not sow into exhaustion.

You made room.

Before you begin again, what are you willing to pull up by the root?

🖤 Black History Month: Day 22 🖤Cornbread in a Hot SkilletThe skillet was already hot.That’s the part that matters.No one...
02/22/2026

🖤 Black History Month: Day 22 🖤

Cornbread in a Hot Skillet

The skillet was already hot.

That’s the part that matters.

No one walked into the kitchen surprised by the heat. It had been building long before the batter showed up. Someone set it early and that same someone knew that iron takes time.

Cornmeal from a paper sack folded down soft at the top. No measuring cups. Just a hand that understood how much was enough.

Buttermilk if the cow cooperated. Vinegar in milk if the week did not.

When batter hits iron, it speaks. If it stays quiet, you misread the room.

That kitchen ran on adjustments. Heat managed. Grease saved. Nothing wasted because nothing could be.

Scarcity enhanced skills in calculation.

Who taught you how to adjust without announcing it?

🖤 Black History Month: Day 21 🖤Some lessons never entered a classroom.They traveled by voice.In the Delta, stories moved...
02/21/2026

🖤 Black History Month: Day 21 🖤

Some lessons never entered a classroom.

They traveled by voice.

In the Delta, stories moved when the light shifted and work was done. Not because people had leisure but they had memory. Because they understood that intelligence survives best when it wears a grin.

The market woman didn’t shout. She didn’t file a complaint. Instead, she reached into the grain and let the grit speak for her.

That story sits beside others. Tricksters. Midwives. Field hands who counted cotton faster than the ledger. Women who could weigh a sack with their eyes and a room with their silence.

Folktales weren’t fantasy. They were rehearsal.

Rehearsal for reading tone before price, for knowing when laughter can shift a power imbalance.

These stories carried strategy in plain clothes.

They trained you to watch hands before promises. To listen for what isn’t said and trust the flicker in your gut before the crowd catches on.

What story from your people still works today?

The one that kept someone from being cheated and made the room recalibrate.

Drop it below and let lineage speak.

🖤 Black History Month: Day 20 🖤Mississippi Delta markets did more than sell produce.They trained eyes.Under tin roofs an...
02/20/2026

🖤 Black History Month: Day 20 🖤

Mississippi Delta markets did more than sell produce.

They trained eyes.

Under tin roofs and heat that pressed against the spine of the day, women learned to measure weight without scales, moisture without meters, honesty without contracts. Cash was thin. Margins were thinner and attention made up the difference.

A sack of grain could hold more than grain. Pride could stand taller than truth. Sand could sit quiet beneath corn.

So she reached.

Measured. Elbow deep.

When grit touched her palm, she let it fall slow against the wood. The sound did the talking. The crowd did the math and laughter sealed the adjustment.

That was regulation.

In the Delta, paper tilted. Eyes leveled. Contracts shifted and perception held steady.

Her mother’s voice traveled with her: Watch hands before you watch mouths.

That lesson crossed more than a market. It crossed generations, churches, cotton rows, kitchen tables and job interviews.

Skill protects you and observation deters exploitation.

And when correction arrives precise instead of explosive, it lands deeper.

You carry that training somewhere.

In the pause before you agree, the way your jaw tightens when numbers don’t add up.

The market woman is not a relic. She is a method.

What tells you something isn’t right?

🖤 Black History Month: Day 19 🖤Blue hour is when the house exhales.Porch boards still warm from the day. Sky turning ind...
02/20/2026

🖤 Black History Month: Day 19 🖤

Blue hour is when the house exhales.

Porch boards still warm from the day. Sky turning indigo. Rocking chairs doing the work therapy never named.

In Southern Black homes, containment was never silence for its own sake. It was calibration. It was knowing which register traveled safely beyond the yard and which one stayed near the sink after dishes were stacked.

After Reconstruction, after Jim Crow, after every public tightening of breath, somebody learned how to lower the temperature without lowering themselves.

Cast iron on flame.
Cornbread in the oven.
A chair pulled onto the porch.
A hymn started low enough to guide breathing.

Repair rarely arrived as speech. It arrived as rhythm. As motion. As a plate set down gently. Even a joke sharp enough to cut tension without cutting flesh.

Containment built poise and stored heat in the beams.

That skill still lives here. In traffic stops, meetings, classrooms. In living rooms where children are watching how adults handle friction.

Community survives because someone knows when to cool the room.

When the air shifts, what do your hands reach for?

🖤 Black History Month: Day 18 🖤Before stainless steel counters and appliance warranties, there was a bowl carved from wo...
02/18/2026

🖤 Black History Month: Day 18 🖤

Before stainless steel counters and appliance warranties, there was a bowl carved from wood and a stone shaped by repetition.

The mortar did not advertise itself, it simply waited.

Garlic entered whole. Pepper entered intact. Leaves entered quiet. Pressure met fiber. Oil surfaced. Scent rose. Something hidden revealed its strength.

Hands understood leverage long before diagrams did.

Markets recorded profit while homes recorded method.

In West African kitchens, in Caribbean yards, in Delta back rooms, the work looked domestic. It was structural. Oil carried: flavor across stews that fed ten on what was meant for four, crushed leaves that soothed fevered skin and medicine across generations without a label.

Nothing about it was accidental.

Force applied at the right angle.
Timing held steady.
Texture tested by fingertip, not machine.

That, in itself, is applied science.

Skill that does not seek applause still moves economies.

Some laboratories had no funding. Some mathematicians kept no ledger. Yet the arithmetic was exact. How much pressure, how much heat. How long to turn, when to stop.

You may call it cooking.

But somewhere in your body is a practice you repeat until it works. A motion that steadies others. A method that keeps a room fed, cooled, restored.

What skill do you practice that keeps others steady?

✨ WEDNESDAY WORD DROP ✨THIXOTROPICSome of us were trained by pressure.We learned how to soften when handled,how to bend ...
02/18/2026

✨ WEDNESDAY WORD DROP ✨

THIXOTROPIC

Some of us were trained by pressure.

We learned how to soften when handled,
how to bend without breaking form,
how to enter the room fluid
and leave it whole.

Engagement changed your texture.
Silence restored your shape.

Afterword: THIXOTROPIC
Describing a substance that loosens under agitation and solidifies again at rest.
In other words: a self that adapts in contact
and reforms with integrity when the moment passes.

✨ Soulprint
You softened when engaged and reformed afterward. Adaptation preserved you.

✨ Clarity Shard
Flexibility and integrity can share the same spine of intention.

✨ Rememory
Where did you learn to adjust your tone, your posture, your pace: while keeping your center?

Who taught you that movement could still mean coherence?

✨ Seal
I move when engaged and return intact.

🪶 Save this for the days you confuse adaptability with inconsistency.

💬 Comment with one word that describes how you come back to yourself after impact.

🌙 Tag someone whose strength shows up as recalibration rather than noise.

💧 One word a week.
A world unfolding.

Address

Pittsburgh, PA

Opening Hours

Monday 4pm - 8pm
Tuesday 4pm - 8pm
Wednesday 10am - 12pm
Thursday 4pm - 8pm
Friday 4pm - 8pm

Telephone

+18447829936

Website

Alerts

Be the first to know and let us send you an email when Stay Zen Wellness posts news and promotions. Your email address will not be used for any other purpose, and you can unsubscribe at any time.

Contact The Practice

Send a message to Stay Zen Wellness:

Shortcuts

Share

Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share on LinkedIn
Share on Pinterest Share on Reddit Share via Email
Share on WhatsApp Share on Instagram Share on Telegram

Category

Essential Oil Blends

Our Founder began her journey with essential oils after becoming afflicted with chronic illnesses. Prescription medications and their side effects were wreaking havoc on her weight, physical well-being, and ability to live her best life. Neuropathy, fibromyalgia, back issues, and arthritis took a back seat to lupus-like symptoms of polymorphic light eruption and MS symptoms such as muscle paralysis and difficulty walking. Years of research yielded shocking results along with decreases in medication. Her walking cane, which felt like it was apart of her, was shelved after three years of use. Vestibular balance disorder, while still present, no longer presented problems which caused her to keep her vehicle parked as often as possible. Oh, and that sun allergy? Still present, but now without the severe symptoms that went along with it. While essential oils will not cure the illness, it most certainly can alleviate the symptoms to give you a better quality of life. At the end of the day, isn’t that what we all strive for?

Spending her time working with family and friends over that three-year period enabled her to create an unbelievable amount of proprietary essential oil recipes from household cleaning products to anxiety relieving blends. Whether you prefer to inhale, apply topically, shower, bathe or just diffuse your blends -- Stay Zen has you covered!

Unlike some of the deodorants that the commercial industry produces, none of our products can be used for fuel (ethanol). All-natural ingredients combined with organic ingredients assure you that you are putting only the best into your system. Our room sprays use non-ethanol medical grade alcohol. None of our other products use alcohol at all.

Stay Zen -- from ILLness to WELLness.