Taking Life for Granted

My husband and I had recently enjoyed our annual vacation to the Omni Hilton Head Resort, which we absolutely love. The hotel makes sure you feel like royalty and the reason we first stayed there is because they accommodate pets.

A few inconveniences happened during our trip, which left me a bit frustrated, and truly perturbed (this had nothing to do with the hotel or service because the staff is amazing).

It was no sooner than this happened that God created an opportunity to help me put life into perspective.  I was exiting our room and saw our room attendant.  She saw me take our dog out and asked if she could clean now. I said yes please, as our room was starting to feel like a sandbox! She had already progressed to the next floor, so stated that she had to go grab her cart. I told her I really didn’t want to inconvenience her but she insisted it was not a problem.  A few minutes later I realized I forgot something and went back to the room.

Now if you know me, I’m usually in a hurry. However, this time I stopped to talk to her. I asked her name, which was Novia (quite a beautiful name!). I if she was full time or seasonal. She shared that she was seasonal and would be going back to Jamaica in February. I asked her if she was excited to go home and if she had any family here or if they were all in Jamaica.  I saw her light up as she expressed excitement to return to her husband and 10-year-old daughter.

Everything about my mood changed at that moment. I forgot about all my superficial concerns and inconveniences immediately as I was overcome with sadness to the point of immediate tears. I was choked up and struggling to speak. I expressed how difficult that must be. We are staying at a 5-star hotel and being pampered while a mom and wife is separated 10 months out of the year from her family, to make a living for them.  I felt sad, as we as Americans take so many things for granted

I asked her what could be done and if her daughter and/or husband could come to visit at least while she was here working. She mentioned looking into getting a Visa for her daughter. I told her I wanted to help. I didn’t know what that would look like or what I could even do but God had put it on my heart to offer. She was moved and asked if she could give me a hug. I eagerly accepted it. She also agreed that God brought her down to our floor for this reason. (She was working another floor and stopped there, went up and got her cart to service our room). I searched frantically for a business card, which I never leave home without, but couldn’t find one. I finally found a business brochure that had my contact info and gave it to her. I asked her to please keep in touch and let me know what she found out and how I could help.

I came back to my room to find this on our bed.

It brought tears to my eyes again.  I pray that she will keep in touch and/or allow me to help her. I can’t imagine a better gift that I could give than to reunite a family, especially a mother and her daughter. I told myself that when I went home I was going to make it more of a priority to help those who aren't as blessed as I am.  I now remotely understand how when people go on a mission trip they come back changed.

Although the Omni Resort was far from the mission field, I was given an opportunity to serve someone who is far less fortunate than I. I left a generous tip in the room with a note encouraging her to keep in touch. I can’t wait to write the happy ending to this story. I have a few ideas how I am going to make it work so stay tuned for future posts.


42,038 Memories: Ode to our Beau – Part III of Beau’s journey

To read part 2 of the Beau Series: Sleeping with Darth Vader, click here

Beau was our full-blooded Boxer however, we never had him registered.  We didn’t care about paperwork or someone telling us he was special.  Beau was the king in our castle and in our hearts.  My son (10 years old at the time) dubbed him his full-unregistered name as Beauregard Stormy Doughnut Schnautz.

Beau lived approximately 12.5 years, which equates to almost 91 in human years so he had an exceptionally long and quality life for a boxer. Working through the tears and collecting all the things that were a part of his life invoked hundreds of memories.  My fear is that as time goes on, I would forget so I wanted to document them.  I also wanted to share with others as they may have similar experiences.  I hope you enjoy the following memories of Beau, as many of you have been a part of his life as well.

Having him curled up on the rug in my bathroom through every shower or bath for the past 12.5 years  = 4,563 memories

Sharing my green smoothies every morning.  Sharing my mid morning fruit snack. I’ve not eaten an apple by myself for the past 3 years since I’ve worked from home.  We always shared our food.  Sharing my lunch and sometimes even dinner = 17,520 memories

Running to the laundry room each day that I would leave the house because he trained us to give him a treat before we left.  Happy Hips, hormone/antibiotic free jerky was his favorite. 4,380 memories.

Alvin and I taking him for a walk in one of the parks most every weekend and letting him run leash-free through the grass.  The protocol was to unclip his leash and Alvin/dad would exclaim, “Go on, and get out of here!”  Beau would take off and run like a wild and free dog! Well, it was only a few hundred yards and then he’d stop to turn around to ensure we were still within his view.  Our favorite places were the 4-H Fair grounds where we would play hide and seek.  We would hide behind the trees or equipment and see if he could find us. Of course, he always did and then we would run and hide somewhere else.

Up until the past couple years, he was able to scale the playground slide (yes, he would climb the ladder) and slide down.  The kids and parent’s were just amazed that he could do this and he loved it. He loved the slide and the attention.  624 memories.

Every Sunday after we returned from church he would start crying with anticipation because he knew it was time to go to Grandma’s.  Grandma had two things Beau loved, treats and his “girlfriend” Summer (her Boxer).   624 memories.

Sitting in “his” chair waiting for Alvin to come home from work.  He knew exactly when to start looking out the window to watch for his dad. 3,120 memories.

Beau verbally greeting my clients with his howling, yowling talk that told me he knew these folks and they were considered friends. The new ones would get the standard “I don’t know you and I’m not sure of you yet” bark. 3,120 memories.

During the last year when it was too hard to jump up in our bed, he would cry to see if we would get out of bed and lift him in (all 80 pounds).  Alvin and I would play the “don’t make eye contact” game in hopes that he would give up and just lay on the floor or would try to jump up.  We had enabled him in so many ways; we knew this would be a bad habit to start. Catalina, our Siamese, would also get in on the game by sitting right where he would jump on.  Beau was too much of a gentleman to bowl her over but would cry until she would move or what was more likely to happen is that I would have to physically move her.  1,095 memories.

Having to spell “Walk” when if we mentioned the word, Beau would start crying and almost screaming, jumping up and down to go out.  He ended up learning W-A-L-K and we had to shorten it to “W” then finally put our walking shoes on because he was SO impatient!  Walking him through the neighborhood was always an adventure.  If people were in their yard or sitting on their porch, he wanted to go say hi to everyone.  He couldn’t understand and didn’t like it when people ignored him.  And if he knew someone was watching, he’d pick up the leash and show off by “walking himself.”   1,800 memories.

I remember him sitting on the couch (yes, we condoned bad behavior) between my brother and brother-in-law as they were conversing.  He would turn his head side to side as each of them spoke like he was acknowledging their conversation.  My brother exclaimed, “my gosh, I really think this dog is human and understands what we are saying”.  It really was scary, as he did seem to “speak” to us with his expressions.  Something he only did with Alvin and I was this little head nod.  We were never completely sure what it meant but it almost carried a tone of extreme attitude of “I run this place and I don’t want you to forget it.”  The sad truth was, he did.  Alvin always said if you could go to jail for over indulging your pets, we’d be in prison for life.  1 memory.

One day I had left the house and had a bag of dried beans on the counter.  I questioned if my sister had taken them as she has stopped in while I was out and I knew right where I left them.  Well, I believe Beau was a bit miffed for me leaving and I found them hidden under the cushion of his chair.  1 memory.

Then there was the time I was working with a client and I could see Beau pick up a computer lap station in his mouth and place it on the floor.  It was in his way on his chair.  I had to stop and gasp and I wasn’t sure I believe what I just witnessed!  He usually his big head to move things around but this time he carefully picked it up off the chair and gently placed it on the floor.  Please don’t tell me dogs aren’t intelligent! 1 memory.

Watching Alvin and Beau chase each other around the dining room table and worrying who was most likely to get hurt.  Usually it was Beau, as he would get so excited that he may run into the couch or chair cutting around the corner in attempts to catch his dad.  624 memories.

Beau’s final message when he looked me in the eye and I saw the pain in his.  He spoke to me and I heard him say as clearly as he spoke out loud, “Mom, this is too hard.  I can’t keep doing this.”  I asked God for a sign and he gave it to me.  1 memory.

Last but most important, the unconditional love he gave every day of his life.  4, 563 memories.

Thank you for reading this post, as my hope is that it will help you remember a pet that changed your life forever as Beau did ours. And I’m so glad I know that all dogs do go to heaven.












Dr. Bonnie’s 2012 Reflections

This spring we experienced a beautiful week in Avon/Outer Banks, NC with our three grown children. For those who have grown children, you know how precious this is getting everyone together. We had a home on the beach and watched the sun set and rise against the ocean with all its glory. We played in the water, made smores in the firepit and played cards and games galore. Our oldest daughter even caught a baby shark on our fishing excursion. It was a place that we all agreed we would want to revisit soon.

The next milestone was my son deciding to enlist in the Army/ROTC. He left for Basic Training in Ft. Benning, Tuesday, September 18. I had no idea how hard that would be to let go. When you spend your entire life protecting that life, letting go and trusting that he will be safe and treated well with complete strangers was extremely difficult. I struggled with that for several weeks as we had little or no contact with him.

However, the blessing is what I have learned and want to share with others. The emotions range from fear of not knowing where or who is taking care of them to concern for their ability to pass the tests. My plan is to join a support group and raise awareness for parents who experience this same thing. To comfort them and let them know it is normal to experience these feelings. I knew nothing about the military process and have learned much that I can share with other moms to give them a sense of peace when their child makes the decision. I am SO proud of him to want to serve our country but nevertheless, seeing him walk on that plane unto the unknown was tough.

The final life-altering event was losing Beau. You can read his multi-part story here. I have never experienced losing a pet that I had grown so close to. The intensity of the pain it brought us was excruciating at times. 

We knew it would be hard, but didn't truly realize what a huge part of our life he had become. Since working from home, we shared almost every moment for the past three years including meals, walks and just life. Beau had a gift of helping my clients by showing them his love and protection. I loved watching him interact with clients that are critically ill as he was very sensitive and much calmer around them. 

Pets bring so much life into a home and even though we still have Catalina (cat), there is a huge void in our home and in our hearts. I know time will heal but he will always remain in our hearts. Besides, I know "all dogs go to heaven." My husband made the sweetest comment and said that God knew what an amazing dog he gave us (almost 13 years, 91 in human years!) and was ready to take him back. I think he was right on with that thought.

Last, but not least, my business has continued to grow and God allows me to serve so many in different capacities. Instead of only helping people with their health, I'm also teaching people how to manage their own wellness businesses. I'm on a mission to save lives and people from toxic food and toxic medications. Taking a team perspective is much more impactful as together we can serve more.

Disease (yes, even cancer) IS preventable and curable. And even if we have cancer or other chronic disease, it doesn't mean that chemo and radiation are the only answers.  There are many other natural, safe options. We need an army of men and women sharing the message of whole food nutrition and natural healing. Our children's lives and futures are at stake.

If you are ready to make a change in your health or want to spread the word, please contact me. The training is included and you don't need a PhD to make a difference!

All Dogs Go to Heaven: Goodbye Sweet Beau.

All Dogs Go to Heaven: Goodbye Sweet Beau.

I asked God to give me a sign that I would know without a doubt that it was time. The element of time meaning that it was time for Beau to go to heaven. Part of me prayed that he would pass on his own so that no one had to make the decision.  But as we know, life doesn't happen the easy way or the way we want it.

After the second day of Beau refusing to eat his favorite foods like sardines or Hormel (hormone, antibiotic and nitrate free) meat, I sensed it was close. The next sign was that he wasn't connecting to my touch or he just didn't want to be touched at all.  If you've had a dog, especially a boxer, they live to touch you 24/7.  The next night he barely slept from struggling to breathe, as he couldn't lie down.  The following night he didn’t sleep at all and sat straight up struggling for a breath.

It was this same day; I received the look from Beau that I will never forget. He looked at me with the same eyes for the past twelve plus years that typically exuded joy, love and happiness but today the message was different. His eyes were full of pain and he gave me a look and a message that couldn't have been clearer than if he had spoken the words out loud.  He said, "Mom, this is too hard.  I can't do it anymore."

I asked God for a sign and as always, he delivered as promised. I, like most women, am not the strong one in our relationship.  I don't believe my husband was ready to give up our fight for Beau's life but he trusted me on this one.  He knew I was the one with him everyday almost continually especially for the past three years.

I remember journaling many times and thanking God for the opportunity to work at home for the past three years and be able to spend time with Beau.  The kids were gone so I poured my time, attention and love into that four-legged child.  We had “his” and I had “mine” but Beau was “our child”.

I next contacted our vet to inquire about the process.  I didn't make it through the question tearless and she struggled as well to share without tears.  She told me the first injection was a muscle relaxer to put the entire body at ease. The second injection was an overdose to shut the body down.  My husband also wanted to know what happened to the bodies of the dogs. She shared a place called Pet Angel that would sprinkle his remains in a beautiful park with other dogs.  Beau was very social so we knew he would like that.

I called the vet that morning to tell them it was time. I shared the perceived message Beau conveyed to me saying it was time (hoping she wouldn't think I was crazy).  She said that was very normal which made me feel at ease for two reasons:

1) that I wasn't crazy for thinking he relayed this nonverbal message to me &
2) a confirmation that we were doing the right thing for him.

It was the longest day of my life as we were to bring him in at 4:30 p.m.  He was bleeding so badly from the nasal tumors that he had to remain in the garage.  Beau never stayed in the garage so that was extremely difficult. The last couple hours, we just sat on the garage floor with him.  He did not sit or lie down, as he couldn't get comfortable and could barely breathe.  The drive to the vet was close as we only lived a couple miles but that day I wished it had been hundreds more.

They took us to a room with a blanket on the floor.  I sat down and Beau sat on top of me which he had not done for the past couple weeks. Beau's sitting on people was his way of conveying love and affection and he expected you to be okay with all eighty pounds of him.  We had time alone before they gave him the first injection.  After the first injection he collapsed in my lap once the medicine took over his body.   He started snoring almost immediately and I was so relieved. Beau had not slept for days and seeing the exhaustion in his eyes was too much to bear.  He looked so comfortable and peaceful, finally.  We sat and watched him for several minutes knowing we'd never see our boy again.  We left before they gave him the second and final injection. We wanted to remember him in the state of "sleeping in heavenly peace."

The amount of pain and grief that we’ve experienced from his loss has been far greater than we expected.  We knew it would be hard but didn't realize it would be this hard.  We kept thinking how silly we were to experience this depth of emotional pain and loss.  I didn't sleep through the night for days after.  It was too difficult to eat, as each meal was a memory of us sharing our food whether it is a green smoothie or an apple.

Since I have such a good relationship with the man upstairs, I pushed it and asked for a second sign or answer to my question.  I wanted to know that dogs do go to heaven.  I needed to know, to finally be at peace. Reading the views of various theologians, most agree that dogs do go to heaven and most importantly, C.S. Lewis did!  How could anyone argue with his interpretation?

Again, He is faithful and answers the tough questions.  On 12/14/12, twenty children were taken to heaven. It put things in perspective, these people had lost their children not their pets. My heart, along with millions of others, ached for these parents and their loss.

However, in the midst of this mourning for these children is when I received the second message and answer to my question... The answer was received loud and clear, Beau was called ahead to greet all those children.  Beau loved women and children beyond measure and protected them with his life.

I can see all of them running through the fields, rolling in the grass and playing all day long.  Although my heart still hurts, I do have a sense of peace now.  Beau has been called home for a much bigger job than hanging out drinking green smoothies with me.

If you have a dog that has gone to heaven, please share his/her name so I know whom Beau will be hanging out with. Plus, I can pray for you as well to help your heart heal.  God bless.

Sleeping with Darth Vader – Part II of Beau’s Journey

You can ready Part 1 of the journey here if you've missed it.
Beau in his chair

It's Monday, December 3, 2012 and I'm awakened at 3:30 a.m.  Yesterday, it was 2:30 a.m. so I'm grateful for an extra hour of sleep.  I awake to what sounds like Darth Vader sleeping next to me.  It is the deep raspy gurgling breathing of our boxer, Beau. He has a history of snoring but typically only when he sleeps on a pillow (so we usually didn't allow him to have one).

However, for the past couple days, it's much louder and constant.  His struggle to breathe through his nose is keeping him up as well. He finally stops fighting to find a sleeping position in which he can breathe and sits up. Instead of being annoyed at my lack of sleep, my heart goes out to him as I know the quality and quantity of his rest is vitally low.  It is starting to show in his eyes. As a wellness coach, I preach the importance of getting uninterrupted sleep, as this is when our immune system rebuilds and repairs.

This scenario brings back memories of my dad before he passed away as he struggled with emphysema.  I can somewhat relate as for years in my childhood I struggled with asthma and depended on an inhaler.  If you've ever experienced this you know the fear when you are fighting to breath especially for a child.  I'm so blessed that I was able to heal myself (through whole foods) and be free of the asthma but most importantly eliminate my dependency on medication.

Besides the plethora of whole foods/herbs, I am using a combination of therapeutic essential oils on Beau’s paw pads including eucalyptus, frankincense, lavender, and a blend of various other oils. I also am using a cold-air diffuser using the same oils throughout the day and night to oxygenate his body as well as enhance his immune system. I know it won’t resolve the problem but will give his body some support and relief.

Beau has been diagnosed with a nasal tumor along with nasal polyps.  It was not confirmed cancerous but a 90% chance it is. Therefore, these conditions create his struggle to breathe.  Since his nasal passages are partially blocked, he breathes from his mouth.  I had never seen this before in a dog and it is sad to see him struggle although most days he does quite well.

A scarier aspect that we’ve come to accept is when the nasal polyps burst.  The nasal bleeding can continue for hours.  He also starts a series of sneezes, which would be bloody and end up everywhere.  You know, dogs don't use tissues.  We started to learn the routine and follow him around when he started the sneezing fit and put a towel in front of him.  However, he never sits still while he sneezes.  Our walls end up being sprayed and it was a never-ending event of wall washing.  My husband and I take turns cleaning.  We may feel a bit inconvenienced but much more concern, love and compassion for what he was going though.  I am wishing he could just tell me what he needed or how he felt.  I know he doesn’t feel well, as he is not responding to our touch with the excitement he used to. Not wanting to be physically touched is totally out of character for Beau and all boxers.

We are amazed at the amount of blood and how he functions despites the constant dripping stream from his nose. The poor guy continues to lick his upper lip in an attempt to stop the drip.  We used capsicum and helichrysum, which typically will stop internal bleeding, but this situation is not the same. My go-to, proven natural remedies weren't working.  The first time, the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, was the worst.  It started around 8 pm and continued throughout the night.  I prayed so hard for it to stop on Thanksgiving morning so we could bring Beau back in the house.  He hadn't been in a kennel since he was a pup.  It was cold in the garage and he hated to be alone. We finally had no choice but to kennel him and we dug out our space heater to keep him warm. The bleeding finally subsided around 10 a.m. on Thanksgiving morning and we were able to have our four-legged baby back in the house, on his chair, where he belonged.  Talk about an answer to prayer.

Although God gave us a reprieve for the day, it started back that weekend.  It gets easier as we now know what to expect and that short term it isn't life threatening.  However, long-term we accept (not very well) the fact that the tumor may continue to grow and possibly create additional restrictions.  We are flooding his body with whole, raw foods and herbs.  I start to feel a bit defeated.  I've helped so many people with their health issues but why can't I help him?  That's when I hear the reminder message loud and clear.  “Bonnie, you're not God, you are just using what knowledge you've been gifted.  You don't decide who is healed or who lives or dies.” I had to remind myself that I provide the protocol and leave the rest to our maker.

Beau loved sitting in this position as he could keep an eye on me while I'm working in the kitchen.

However, this little guy is so near and dear to my heart, I wanted to step in and take over because I'm not ready to let go.  Then I humbly hear the voice, "that's not what we agreed to Bonnie". I am again reminded how blessed I've been called to serve others in this capacity and that God gave us Beau to take care of for whatever time He deems.

So lovingly we've  nicknamed Beau Darth and other days we'd call him our “little” Cujo (bloody nose days).  We've always attempted to maintain a sense of humor about life to keep it in perspective.  Besdies, this is just our temporary stomping ground.I laughed one day as our UPS lady seemed quite apprehensive to deliver a package as we were standing outside.  I'm sure he looked like a flesh destroying beast to her with his bloody little nose!  I told her he was just a sick "little" guy with partial loss of vision, hearing and completely harmless.

Beau has always had a big heart for women and children.  He is so gentle and forever erased my initial fear of dogs. Boxers are a needy and physically affectionate animals and have a constant desire to touch their humans.  We’ve been so blessed to enable him in his needs.

Writing about Beau's journey is great therapy for me and hopefully a way to help others who may have to experience this.  If you've been down this road (or are currently there) please comment or let me know how I can support you in any way.

A Mom and Her Dog – Part I of Beau’s Journey

They steal our hearts with their unconditional love.  You can leave the house for five minutes and they greet you with such excitement that you'd think you had been away for days, weeks or months. They create habits and lifestyle that we condone or become enslaved to.  I'm not referring to our children; however, they could fall into this same category. I am referring to our four-legged children.

Beau is our four-legged child/twelve-year-old boxer. Beau came into our lives when my son was 10 years old.  He and my husband wanted a dog and I swore we wouldn't have one of those little creatures in my home! (Never, say never!) However, I really felt it was important for a "boy to have a dog" as much as I despised the thought of a dog in my home.  I remember telling a friend that we had an indoor dog she exclaimed, "You have a dog in your home?!" as it was completely out of character for me.

It all started when a family in Kentucky advertised a litter of pups and we went to "look".  We were on the floor checking out all the pups when Beau walked over and curled up in my lap and went to sleep. It was done.  I lost the battle.  Beau reached out and grabbed my heart at that moment and 12 years later he still owns it.

We brought him home and since this was my son's pet, I'd place Beau in bed with him so they could bond.  However, Beau would always find his way back to our bedroom.  I'm not sure why this was (or maybe I do)!  Was it because I carried the dog around with me constantly like he didn't have legs?  Or, I would take him for a walk and end up carrying him because he’d get tired.  My husband tells everyone the story that the dog's feet never hit the ground the first nine months of his life.  Sadly, that is partially true.

I remember "walking" him one day carrying him like a baby on his back, which he was perfectly content with.  One of my neighbors thought he was hurt or sick and asked me what was wrong.  I told him that "he was just tired of walking" so I had to carry him.

One thing we noticed about Beau when we brought him home the first day was that he had unusually large feet especially for a boxer.  Well, Beau grew into those feet and peaked at around 80 pounds.  Therefore, sleeping with us in bed wasn't as cute as it was in the beginning.  So we did the most humane thing possible, we replaced our queen size bed with a king.  However, no matter how big the bed was, Beau insisted on sleeping between us and sleeping on a body part.  He like laying on our legs and many nights we would wake up with partially paralyzed extremities!

Well, those fond memories are gone as Beau is no longer strong enough to jump up in bed.  For a while we would help him up in bed but realized this wasn't in the best interest for any of  us.  After a few heartbreaking and failed attempts, we purchased him his own dog bed, which we placed next to ours.  We didn't know how he would adjust after 11 years but I think he realized it was time.

Beau was diagnosed with a mast cell tumor when he was around 5 years old. We revamped his diet, supplements and lifestyle to the same protocol I would use for my cancer clients.  He did exceptionally well up until the last few months.  We recently learned the cancer is back and this time it is a nasal tumor.  Boxers have an extremely high rate of cancer and typically don't survive much past eight years so we knew we might expect a return one-day.  However, living this much longer than average, we feel extremely blessed.

Obviously with our commitment to holistic approaches, Beau is receiving mass quantities of herbs, essential oils and the best foods. He eats a blend of raw and cooked meats (organic/clean of course) along with raw goats milk. I'm also utilizing infrared technology on him.

The hardest part is seeing the changes in him.  He no longer runs to greet us when we come home.  He may lift his head off "his" chair or bed but the good ole days off his energetic puppiness is gone.  His appetite surprisingly is still good.  I am grateful as Beau and I have been drinking green smoothies together for years and he eats most all other whole, clean, organic foods that are in our home.  Yes, Beau eats better than 90% of most Americans.

We are taking one day at a time and staying focused on enjoying the moments we have left and thank God for bringing the once bouncing (and large) bundle of joy into our lives. Animals teach us so many lessons in life and Beau has taught me more than I could mention.

My son left home years ago and is now in the military.  What started out as a boy and his dog developed into a mom and her dog.  I'm so grateful as he's taught me so many lessons about life and unconditional love.  He has also brought joy and love to many of my clients.

If you've had a special pet in your life, I'd love to hear about it in the comments below.

Pinch me, I’m dreaming.

Pinch me, I’m dreaming.

It is only Day 2 of 8 of my CNHP (Certified Natural Health Professional) training and I’m beyond words with what I have experienced. I can’t decide which is more incredible, the training or the people I've met.

And yes, I’m already getting so attached to these people in two days. But, when you are spending 8-12 hours a day, it’s hard not to. My roommate has already dubbed me the “social bee” which she tells me she greatly admires. She says in her sweet Hispanic voice that, “she is working on it” (becoming more social).

I have met so many beautiful people like Isabel, Lilly, Dale, Debbie, Scott, Dina and I could go on and on. I believe there are close to one hundred of us and yes, I want to meet them all! I love to hear the stories of how they were sick (or a family member) and then experienced true healing. Their stories of what brought them here is a bit different but their passion for helping others is always the same.

Our frustrations are similar as well. How do we help those we care about that won’t listen? And how can we stand by while possibly our own family members are dying and won’t allow us to help? Well, the answer is that we share with those that want help and we give the rest to God.

Because there are lots of folks that do want help, I will continue to learn.  And speaking of learning,  I’ve passed Nutrition, Muscle Testing/Kinesiology and Body Systems! Tomorrow is Iridology.

Oh, and if this is only a dream, please don’t wake me yet.

The Arrival

The Arrival

The day has finally arrived and I am excited beyond measure.  I train for 8 straight days (many 12 hour days) in Indianapolis to complete my certification as a Natural Health Professional.  I’ll be surrounded by amazing instructors and students from all over the world.  This will signify another important phase of my incredible journey as a wellness professional.  I can’t even imagine the doors that this will open with the education I receive not only from the instructors but from my fellow students/colleagues.  My new business cards have already been printed so my only option is to succeed. 

It was an uneventful drive to Indianapolis beside the fact that my GPS was left on Optimal Route.  Optimal means you end of driving through Federal Express parking lots to save a few miles.  I figured this out quickly and immediately corrected!

I have mixed emotions about spending 8 days in a hotel much less with someone I’ve never met.  However, being the social creature that I am, I am thrilled to share this adventure with another human being. 

Isabel is my roommate and from our time via email and the telephone, I knew she would be a blessing to share this adventure. God, as always, had his hand in connecting us.  

She was born in Columbia but lived in the LA area since she was 18 years old.  I’m guessing she is in her mid-fifties or early sixties.  She has an only child/son as well so we have that in common.  We shared the challenges, love and sometimes heartbreak that raising a child can bring. 

She has had the luxury of being mentored and works for a wellness guru who has been practicing for over 30 years.  She shared that California is full of wellness consultants (which I knew) and that some of them charge between $25 per hour and $225 based on their experience.  She shared the culture of the area she lives in and about the foods available and even raw food restaurants.  (It made me smile to think that Evansville could support a raw food restaurant.)

 She has been eating raw for years.  I had been contemplating taking this next step in my diet as learning to prepare raw food would be such a value to my cancer and chronic disease clients.  To date, I’ve been eating raw (minus 2 meals) for 7 days.  It is not as hard as I thought it would be (since I was primarily raw) and much less time consuming which I love!

 The Fitness Center is now open and calling me. Then off to Day 1 of Training (for 11.5 hours).  Prayers will be graciously accepted!

The Ripple Effect…Why I Do What I Do

The first email that I opened today was from a newsletter subscriber thanking me for doing what I do.

A few hours later, I received a phone call from someone diagnosed with cancer.  He said the nurse at the clinic had suggested that he contact me.  She had attended one of my online classes and told him I would be a great resource as he wanted to take a healing approach to his cancer.

Later that day I met with a new client and she commented “meeting you is an answer to my prayers”.

Someone once shared that what I do is like dropping a stone on the water.  The ripples can continue on and on.  You never know where it will stop or if it does.

It is on those days that I may think I’m not really making a difference in the world or that it is all too hard to be a solo entrepreneur where a few words of appreciation and encouragement really keep me going.

However, I want to say that I do receive so much support and words of encouragement regularly from my friends, family, business partners and clients.  I am so blessed in that respect.

When I am working with a client and they change their eating habits, it can impact their spouse,  kids and their grandkids.  I think about the fact that we are in times where we could outlive our children because of the breakdown of DNA over the generations.  This is sad and scary.

What if I could help change that?  I know how my health has dramatically improved  but would people really want to make such “drastic” changes in their health?  Drastic defined as not eating junk food, fast food or processed food daily.  What if people were willing to take extra time to cook foods that are not laden with additives, preservatives, antibiotics, hormones, etc?   What if we decided our life is worth investing time and resources in?

Well,  first I had to stop making decisions for others, put it out there and see who was open to experiencing a new way of life with energy, vitality, mental clarity and free of prescription medications and sickness.

Creating and maintaining a lifestyle of wellness isn’t for everyone.  However, it is for those who want to experience a life that is much easier to navigate through as well as those willing to experience temporarily inconvenience to make it a reality.

Day 1 of the blog-a-thon challenge

Day 1 of the blog-a-thon challenge.

Dana Nelson has set forth a challenge.   And those that know me know… I love a challenge.  Her challenge is to write a blog daily for 30 days.  Seriously, how hard can this be?  I consider myself a pretty strong writer and received good grades in high school and college for my writing skills.  Seems like a simple and quick item to place on my daily to-do list.  Piece of cake…NOT!!!!

So why is it that someone who practices discipline daily starts to sweat thinking that I am posting my thoughts, feelings and ideas  for the world to see?   I wonder if my mentor, dearly departed Euell Gibbons (SNL’s version of him eating pine trees was awesome) would struggle with writing blogs?

I can discipline myself in the arena of health and wellness easily.  I work out quite faithfully, eat the recommended 7-13 fruits and veggies, take my whole food nutrition products (Juice Plus) and drink my 8-10 glasses of water…blah, blah, blah.  So, why can’t I seem to take 10-15 minutes to write and share my life with the world!?

Let’s take a look inside.  Could it be the fear of disclosing my most personal thoughts that I like to keep near and dear to me?   I wonder if I was able to share my toys when I was younger?   Or is it the fear that my sometimes  improper grammar could be exposed?   So, I’m NOT perfect???  Would people stop coming to me for weight-loss, help with cancer or  nutrition advice if they really knew what goes on in my sometimes crazy head?  Well, I do have a pretty strange sense of humor that may slip in from time to time.  You have been warned.

O.K.  Well, since there is not a number of words requirement, I’m going to say that I’ve accomplished Day 1 of the blog-a-thon challenge.   Wow, now that was painful but therapeutic!  Thanks Dana for pushing us to an area of discomfort and growth!