Wild Oaks Apothecary

A lil’ static post for the love of dish soap. 🫧

Have you tried it yet??

The solid dish soap bar won my husband over a few years back, and won ME (a liquid soap lover) over which was no easy feat.

Once you scrub through the first layer of soap, the bar suds with ease, lasting such a long time.

No fragrance, no unnecessary or filler ingredients, just squeaky clean dishes.

I also LOVE using my leftover soap scraps for washing the bathtub, sinks, and shower! It cuts through grease and dirt like nothing else.

Pair with a wool sponge and a candle for a cute hostess gift!

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Our drop is HERE!!

comment what you plan to get, and I’ll pick three of you to receive an echinacea tincture in your box 🥹

my tip: grab an echinacea & a drawing salve for tick season!

Celebrating you beautiful women today.

Happy Mother’s Day. 🤍

A new preorder is now open!

Shop at your leisure — no rush, no stress.

Please read through each description thoroughly before purchasing.

Happy shopping!!

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Shop our monthly restock TOMORROW!

Your favorite dish soap is back (to the relief of everyone in my DMs and emails inquiring about it!) along with the beloved All-Purpose Boost.

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Shipping is on us this week!

Enjoy free shipping on domestic orders over $50–no code needed.

To qualify, make sure the subtotal is $50 or more, and free shipping will automatically apply.

Free insurance is an option! Please select that option at checkout as our system is unable to add on insurance after.

Thank you for shopping small! We deeply appreciate you. 🌱

a few questions inspired by a conversation with a friend last year, and sticking my hands in the soil today. 🌱

we already know that direct contact with soil activates serotonin production and contributes to relieving the weight of depression. I call garden dirt under my nails a “millionaire’s manicure.”

we already know that trees and fungi communicate with each other.

but what if there was also an exchange between humans and the microorganisms found in soil? what if, when planting tomatoes, your skin informed the soil what specific nutrients your body may need that summer? and the tomatoes grew nutrients especially for you?

what if that is another reason to eat locally as much as possible and find farmers who actually touch dirt?

my brain loves questions like these! 🌱

https://www.msl.ubc.ca/yes-getting-dirty-can-act-as-a-natural-antidepressant-heres-why/

https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC7584520/

For those asking “is _____ herb safe for ______,” this post is for you!!

I’ve previously shared this information in a post, and added a few new tidbits to this one! I’ve been referring so many of you to my older post this week, so it was time for a new one. 🌱

A moment for our soaps 🥹🤍

And a moment for a Becca ramble.

For as long as I can remember, I have loved the art of noticing.

The tiny flower growing in the cracks of the sidewalk,
The way the steam catches the light as you pour your tea,
The eagerness of an ant carrying a crumb back to its colony,
The gentle hum of a bee flitting from flower to flower,
The way a loved one’s nose crinkles just before they laugh,
The birdsong returning as spring is around the corner,
The crackle just before the needle dances on the vinyl,
The sweet sound of children laughing,
The way soap lathers up and the bubbles burst in the warm water.

To linger, to notice, is truly an art form in this modern world.

The other night I was applying our lavender oil to my skin and noticed I was rushing through the process, eager to get to bed and go to sleep.

I stopped. I reapplied the serum, noticing the color of it in the palm of my hand. I took a moment to breathe in the gorgeous lavender scent as I slowly massaged it into my skin. I lingered over my jaw, feeling the tension that had built up that day simply melt away. I studied my skin, and the tiny lines forming when I smile. I noticed the tiredness in my eyes, and remembered the beautiful moments from the day and the gift that it is to be tired and happy at the end of the day.

Why am I rushing through life with this sense of urgency?

To linger, to notice, is an art form.

To linger, to notice, is a gift to our nervous system.

I invite you to join me in lingering. Notice the weight of the bar of soap in your hand, the way it lathers, the sensation of the water running through your fingers.

Lingering, noticing, turns ordinary moments into ones that remind us of L I F E, and the gift it is to be alive. 🤍