Everything I Do Is Big.
(Except Me.)

I'm Beata. Five foot two, Polish and completely incapable of doing anything in a normal size. Pull up a chair. Meet me and the horse I call a dog.

Let's get the giant out of the way first.

He will demand it anyway. This is Kronos. He is a Great Dane, which is a fancy way of saying I share my home with a small horse who is fully convinced he is a lap dog.

He leans his entire body weight against me when he wants love. He drinks water like he is personally filling a swimming pool. He looks me dead in the eyes while he steals food off the counter. I adore him completely.

Here is the thing about my life. It comes in one size.

Enormous.

My husband is tall enough that I keep a step stool in every room the way other people keep tissues. My dog is the size of a love seat. When I cook dinner, I cook like an army is marching through Texas and will arrive hungry within the hour. Small portions confuse me. Leftovers for forty? Now that I understand.

What is small, anyway? Besides me.

And then there is the salt.

I work with salt rock by the pallet. Heavy, glowing, ancient salt arrives on trucks and makes the delivery drivers a little nervous.

Because here is something a lot of you may not know about me. Before the tiles and the walls you see in this shop, I designed and built salt caves. Real ones. The kind you walk into and forget what day it is.

MindfulSalt is how I made that feeling small enough to take home.

Small enough to hang on your own wall. (See? I can do small. Once. For you.)

It is the same salt and the same warm glow. It carries the same quiet that settles over a room and slows everyone down. The only difference is the size. This one is made for your living room instead of an entire salt cave.

Now I will be honest with you.

The big life has not always been the easy life. I have walked through things that would make a good movie and an even better nap afterward. If you want those stories, the real ones about survival and salt and starting over again, I keep them on the blog.

Come find me there when you are ready.

But today is not about the heavy lifting.

I have a dog for that. Mostly emotionally.

Today I just wanted you to meet me. The woman behind the salt. Five foot two, dreaming in giant and genuinely happy you are here.

Make yourself at home. Stay as long as you like. Kronos has already decided he likes you.