“Exceptionally Tired. But Riding On With Greg Allman Radio.”

“Exceptionally Tired.  But Riding On With Greg Allman Radio.”

I love it.  I am now past the point of fear.  Past the point of worry and dread.  For months, I would wake with a sense of dread and it took quite the meditation in the morning to change my thoughts so I could get out of bed with the Fruit of the Spirit instead of a negative point of view.  I had recently decided that I would keep going with my story and share with friends and others, the passion behind my everything.

Last night, I dreamed I had some wicked super powers.  If you have seen the Netflix show Stranger Things, it was just like that.  Now, on the flip side of dreaming, I wear my Wonder Women costume in reality since it is the super power  I admire.  I love the women in my life.  Women who are full of Wonder.  It really has nothing to do with being Powerful as much as it does confidence.  Confidence breeds bravery and skill.  We women all have a skill.  Even the Men, well, they have amazing skills too and I have met some of those guys ready to stand up and stand in the gap for what they believe in and they too want to see a more hopeful World.  Most of them, are doing yoga.

You see, I am now working day and nigh shifts to help pay the bills.  Today is my 12th day of work in a row with the exception of last Tuesday.  And that day, I spent hours on the phone and emailing the VA.  Am I tired.  Yes.  Do I practice what I preach about self care?  Yes.  As soon as I finish my blog, I will be off to do three loads of family laundry, work out in the laundry room as stinky as it is…..haha….and try to find time to shower and then work night shift today and I am grateful!  I have a full book today Praise Jesus!  But my Hips are killing me!!!  But, that means surviving another day with groceries and gas!  Whoot!   Yay Massage Therapy and Reiki!  The work is slowing coming in and becoming more steady. But I have three tables and one AWESOME Massage Chair to manage across this city.  You do what you gotta do and I am so grateful I LOVE what I do.  It keeps me going and I know eventually it will settle!  So come see me!  Come consult with me or get a massage or reiki session with me and see how I just keep up the fight!!!   It is all this self care that is working and my table is open for you guys!  East End.  J-town and Downtown!  I am everywhere at the moment!

So, how do I keep going?

Lots of Water

Lots of 10 minute yoga poses or stretches

Walking around A LOT!

Some weight lifting treatments a couple times a week.

Good Foods more than bad foods.  I am about 70/30 on a good day.  It is better than nothing!

Dance.  Reikirobics.  Dance.  Move.  Dance!

Massage or Reiki at least once a month.  Some how.  Some way.  I usually trade with amazing practitioners!   What a support our community has when we are at our lowest.  Brings you right back to square!  But I will pay for a good massage.  Yes, I will!

Essential oils.  I have them everywhere.  In my bath (when I get one), in my car, in my diffusor, in my studios.  I clean (when I can anymore) with them.  I have not been sick as in a cold in over 2 years.  And I plead the blood of Jesus over my body that I do not get sick because I acknowledged this.  That would just be rude.😛

Sleep.  Like when I go to bed I just shut it off.  I dream some wild stuff, but I do get good rest.  It is that waking moment when the 5 am train starts blowing her whistle outside of my apartment I realize, it is almost another day.  I am deep.  I love to dream.  But I have work to do on this side of the Delta state of the brain:)  (I will save that topic for a mother chapter of teaching later!)

And, Love.  OMG, lots of Love from friends and family who just see past my frazzle dazzle videos, blogs and Facebook posts.  Really when I do these, it is to get you to laugh or cry or at least understand some kind of emotionally intelligence in your life.  Most of us do.  We just don’t know how to channel it.

And Music.  OMG!  I cannot imagine my life without it.  It pangs my heart to watch it slip away from my husband’s ears but I can only mourn one thing at a time.  Right now.  It is Greg Allman Radio, and a cup of hot tea, watching the cat run in and out of a paper bag on my floor and the fresh air coming in my door.  That my friends, is this moment.  Along with my blog therapy!  Try it sometime.  Or at least on a napkin.  Write out some amazing thought or word and then read what you wrote.  It may inspire you.  To do something new, exciting or change an old habit.  Words.  They are magic.  Put them with Music, they come alive.  People, Let Your Soul Shine!  Its Better than Sunshine.  Better than Moonshine and Damn sure better than Rain!  LOL!

I know some people get really uncomfortable when you express about being so weary in a  World where we see enough negativity at the traffic light to feed a small village.  But this morning, my blog is to remind you to keep pressing on.  Find some way to channel your emotions and create an environment of Love and Change and Transformation in your Life.  Many of us are having a rough time right now.  It is the resistance to the shift from moment to moment that makes it just that much harder.   Keep ON Chugging!

Love You!



“Readings are not Dead. Finding Agelessness in Celebrating Mabon with Words and Symbols!”

Will it ever happen?  Will people ever have an awareness of cycles and how for centuries, most cultures have experienced exceptional turnover when it comes to knowledge of seasons and celebrations?  I hope so.

Today, I take some time to sit and read.  Read about Mabon.  This Fall Equinox harvest is the representation of dying as in “falling into winter’s sleep.”  And my first desire is to be sure that people have knowledge on what is to come.  Fall, brings in harvest.  It brings in cooler weather and a a change of season.  It does require that we increase in production for one last push but it is time to wind down a bit and enjoy the celebrations going on around us.  It is the time when you let your mind go into auto-pilot and slow down with worries to the degree that Worry makes you sick no more!

Do you need money?  Then sell some old records or books?  Have a yard sale.

Do you need to lose a few pounds?  Try losing 5 by walking outside in the next few weeks.  If you can.  If you know someone that cannot walk outside easily, offer to help them.

Have you been stressed out mentally?  Start a Fall Journal.  Make yourself write.  So many of us have such great voices but we keep our throat chakra closed for fear someone will laugh at us.  I implore laughter!!!!!🙂 :0)

When this season comes around I decide to use all my efforts to remind myself I have run a good 2016 summer race.  I have accomplished much.  I did NOT meet all my goals but I met some really important ones.  I have hope that 2017 will become more prosperous for me physically, mentally, financially and emotionally.  I have worked the system of seasons.

But, yet, I still have fears and worries like everyone else.  Will the VA come through?  Will we be homeless or will I end up in critical care because I had to do massage 10 hours a day to feed us.  Will Loki keep waking me up at 1am, 3am 4am walking on my head and attacking my feet?  How will I restructure The Reiki Station?  It has so much potential!  Will I ever get to Chapter 5 in my book?  Will I offend somebody with my raw, candid camera life?  Will I ever get to be on Ellen?  These, y’all are the plans of a mad woman! LOL!

But right now, it doesn’t matter.  In a few weeks the dreaded argument will arise!  The argument over the word Holiday or Christmas is getting ready to surge again.  What a dumb thing to argue over.  But this is my moment to write and ask you to notice the changes of season around you not drama of semantics!

Listen more closely to the crows as they share their message.  Recognize the fantasy in making corn dollies and scarecrows with your children.  Hear the mighty Judaic Roar in your bonfire.  Sip slowly on the cider that makes you see spirits.  Plan for steady evenings with family and rest when the sun goes down so you can continue to wake before the sun and be productive for baking, singing Caroles and celebrating whatever you celebrate.  And get a card reading!  For Fun!

Lastly, in keeping theme of harvest time and yes…..Halloween!!!  (And my winter business plan,)  I want to be sure to say…if any of my friends who read this decide they want more information on seasons and symbolism, I do card readings for $20 at The Reiki Station.  Thirty minutes so you are in and out!  I do Natal Charts for $50.  These take a wee bit longer!

This is an inspiring two hour look into the moment you were born.  If I you can’t get in with me, I have plenty of people who can do readings for you!!!  I say this because it was when I did my natal chart and I understood how God had designed me, it made me stronger.  It made my love for Him stronger.  It allowed me to see the Goddess in me!  I started to see God in everything universal which is why I studied Astrology and Symbolism so much.   Then there is Reiki.  Reiki practice gives me powerful symbols to work with in order to help facilitate a healing session for my client, and myself.  I may be wild and crazy on video y’all, but my Reiki Sessions are precisely guided by God in stillness and peace.  I hope to grow this business which customizes sessions for anon to be able to find body.mind.spirit awareness.  I want to share great tips on energy manifestation and clearing for those that will come!   So if you want to see me for some amazing fall fun stuff, Message me!  Call me!  Text me!  Y’all know where I am!  Get a Mabon Card Reading now!  Let’s help you bring in some fall intentions!  What do you say?

And as Bon Jovi sings in the background and I get up to go to work, I leave you with this song…….(It’s my blog)…..I mean…..”It’s my Life. It’s now or never. I ain’t gonna live forever. I just want to live while I’m Alive!”



“When Waking Up Seems Too Much!”

Have you ever done it?  Woke up from  your dreams and been like “Oh no, not again?”  We fail to admit to sometimes but in the few few moments of waking up, most of us are under some kind of struggle.  Maybe it is pain from being stiff or maybe it’s that hot barbarian Chippendale who was about to fly you off to New Zealand and you wanted to go.  Really, you wanted to see what New Zealand was like!  I mean, I KNOW that was the only reason why.


Me?  Well, I am usually awake by 4:45 and sometimes easier.  But I go to bed at a decent hour and I look forward to dreaming every night.  It is a release for me.  I can lay my head down and accomplish rest just by knowing I did my best the day before.  But after a few hours of crazy interpretive dreaming, I wake up and go, why did I dream that?  Last night, I dreamed I cut my hair in a mullet.  No, way!  This hair ain;t going until my next life project is accomplished!😛

For you readers, I just wonder (as I type away still with sleep in my eye and thoughts after my dream start rolling through my head), does anyone else suffer from moment of dread when they first wake up?  Now I am not talking about deep unhealthy emotions like depression or addiction.  I am speaking about that moment when you open your eyes and feel nervous about going on with your next day.  I experience this all the time.  That is why my first waking hour is so important to me………..as it should be to you!

Every single one of us Westerners are waking to start of a new day.  Your patterns have been established and your role as dad, wife, mom, sister or employee are firing up again.   And for those of us parents who are raising children, the calling to jump on the “Stress-Less Express Train” can easily pass us by!  This new generation is a marvel all in it’s own.  And I would be lying if I said I don’t have great pleasure and pain in raising this new breed of “person”.  If you are over the age of 35, you know what I mean!  There is a gap between us and “them” just wide enough to establish a marker for miscommunication.

Teen agers (unless strictly regimented) are saturated with electronic devices and negative comments about race, religion and right now, our dreadful political agendas.   We “half tech-ammiture half tree hugger” generation of adults would do well to realize that our advice to the post-millennial generation is really not sticking in their brains.  90% of them now suffer from some form of ADD.  Ask anyone you know!  I am finding it harder and harder to get though the negatively ionic charged love barrier with my Son and it stinks.  It is like I see a good boy go numb.  When he becomes reckless with his body and eat nothing but shit or sit on his X-box eight hours a day while I go off and try to make a new business and his dad works his ass off sweating in the fields, then I have to just say, I am concerned with the World to come.  Thus, the reason I stress the moment I wake up!   The mom in me wants to run to his recuse and nurture him by fixing him three healthy meals a day and stroking his little curls all the while reading to him fiction by E.W. White as he dreamily tells me how he is gong to become a brain surgeon or an astronaut because he has big dreams and can’t wait to grow up!  Nope.  That is not how this is playing out.  I am good to get a hug or a handshake once a quarter if I am lucky.  Don’t get me wrong.  My little boy deeply loves his momma but I am angrily trying to teach a 17 year old to look for himself much less come out of his room and be a part of the family topics.  He may join for a moment but like a moth drawn to a flame, once the “one sided” conversation is over, the boy’s bedroom door is shut again and Houdini has left the building.   It’s like Magic how fast he is sucked into a vertical battle field or a cosmic dungeon.

So what is a mother to do?  Well, I think going back to New Zealand would be good for starters but this mom has chosen to blog at 5am.  There has got to be someone else out there dealing with this issue.  The question is what are we doing about it?  Well, for now I am praying and I am about to take the old X box and trade it in for some healthy fiber.  Not only are these video games causing ADD they are causes mal-nourishment.   I won’t get on my soap-box about teen agers and dietary intake today.  That is another early morning.   But listen, if you read this blog and have anything similar going on at your house, please comment.  I would love to hear how other people are dealing with waking up and facing the challenges of their day.  I hold space for you that whatever it is that tries to get your goat upon rising, disappears like a donut at a police station and you convert that moment into a positive situation because the only way this world will transform for the better is if we the people become responsibly for ourselves first.  Then we can worry about our kids and the state of our country more affectively.


Eleanor Writing Today.🙂


“Advocacy For A Universal Love Language.”

It is a crying shame that I wake up every morning questioning my skills as a motivator.  It takes me a few hours to sink into my daily purpose and realize that the clothes in the floor, the dishes in the sink and the make up all over the bathroom counter mean NOTHING when it comes to how humans express their Love for one another from a Universal level.   The more I march out of my house and connect with other people, the more inspiration and love and compassion I have as a student of the Universe.   And well, there is always a message for me in the mess.

Multiple times a day I am faced with a new pilgrims on my path so whether it be the bagger at the grocery or the man who cut me off in traffic and then gives me a dirty look. Or how about my deafened husband who now has reached a point of change by the transformation of hearing loss in his brain, in the way we communicate.  Wow, interesting at best!  How do we handle that?  By believing that Universal Love bears true in all reactions.   Based on body language and eye to eye contact he can read me more thoroughly than ever before.  It is kind of sexy:)🙂🙂

And my reactions to that?  My Facial Expressions?  Are……My responsibility.   Consciously that is…..

When I am conscious of my (root chakra patterns) in how I have been conditioned to react to another’s persons pilgrimage,  I am blessed to know I can bargain with my emotions and ask myself am I reacting in a way that will bring universal love to the matter?

Simple Examples……..

I am checking out at the grocery store and the bagger is a big, middle aged white man, with a speech impediment and a “tick” as the medical society would call it.  He doesn’t speak to me directly for whatever reason and eye darts me at the check out.  My reaction? (most of us would say the moment feels awkward).  I say “Terrence, how are you today?”  And I smile my big cheesy grin with focus toward his eyes so I can see his reaction to my question?  (of which he was not expecting.)  He jumps at the chance to talk and says, (in a mumbled and fast tone), “Oh Hot!  It’s Hot.  I don’t like Hot.  Snow.  I like Cold Snow.”  

He said it so fast that I had to dial back what I heard and interpret his response.  I mean, no one wants to say “huh” for fear of sounding stupid, right?”.   But because I forwarded all my attention to his body language and his energy, I caught every word he said and we kept the conversation going and laughed all the while he bagged my yogurt and my muffins. (gluten free).

So my friends, it is apparent I have reached a point in my life where not only have I established myself as a therapist (who needs a therapist I am sure:) and find myself waking up every day with less and less fear to try new things and I have become an advocate for universal love.  Period.

And as I try new things when interacting with others, I am challenged to become a better person.  I am becoming a better wife because I am setting the tone for the next round of challenges we wives as a whole face as a nation.   Talking about politics and all as we look to more than likely seat a woman into office it is down right crazy for us right now but we still need to pray for good intentions for all involved.  We women are really in the place of liberation right now so be wise in how you use your powers girls because even if Donald T. ends up in office, we would be wise to support and assist and teach him why we think The Pink Heart of a Matter is more important than all that other shit we are so confused about right now and take it back to a level of change that can be measured by the people.  We ALL need to gain some of our voice back without being hateful over color, creed, religion or brand of shoe and women are just the vessel to usher in patience and planning in hopes to heal our future.

And speaking of the future, and Love, and how this all plays out, I am in an awkward place right now raising my 17 year old son.  I leave his destiny in the hands of God because I was given great insight on his life before he popped out of my pouch so this unique experience of mothering a man child, is quite entertaining at best.  I am not so worried about him in this lifetime because he choose this path before he was born so I teach and hope he learns.  But you cannot make them drink the water!!  I can only have a hope that his expansiveness for Love and a better future will far exceed mine.   But it will not come until he decides to put down the video game “crack” and learn how to do something on his own. Do I remove the device or do I let him hang himself due to the deep resistance I am faced with as a mom passing the torch of adulthood to a man?  What would you do?  :(

As many of you know, (that read me) I am doing everything I know to do to be a genuine article of “what you see, is what you get” and I KNOW I do not align with everyone who reads my words but when I am face to face with people in real time, the sparks we create together by laughing and loving and reaching beyond the grocery counter lines, are exceptional miracles of Love.

Those moments have proven to me time and time again that I have no reason to even doubt why God decided to give me another day to go out and play happily with others.  There is no other reason to exist than to just be Love in all forms.  Know thyself!  Know how to Love!

My earthly mission today, is to accept my part as I keep writing about ways to show people how to know Universal Love and to figure out what they need to banish from their energy which destroys Love.

You see, there is not much I don’t Love especially when it comes to writing so things I “don’t love” are usually more mental in nature and come from the inner battle of loving myself unconditionally and controlling my emotions with words.

I don’t love to see someone degrade another human.   That makes me want to rip their face off.   Keeping my mouth shut.

I don’t love to see people hold onto their pain past the point of healing.  That makes me want to weep and sob for them and fix it, of which I cannot.  I don’t love to argue in circles after a situation has been exhausted.  That makes me what to go to sleep and lock out all of the world soaking in a pity of confusion and mental discord.  If I cannot control a situation, I stop.  This can be good and this can be a learning tool.  You cannot control others.  Only yourself.

I don’t love waking up every day and having fear about “what if” whisper it’s lies in my waking moments.  Trust you have the power to control your thoughts and not be controlled.

So, as I close this Sunday sermon on the blog in hopes you read this and it motivates you to look for closely at administering Universal Love to your situation I ask you this one thing?

“Where do babies come from?”


That is all.




“Classic Morning Inspiration.”

Maybe it is the music playing softly in the background while I gather my thoughts?

Maybe it is the deep and esoteric “universal love” conversations with my partner during the sunrise allowing me to bare my nakedness mentally and physically?

Maybe it is the people that hop on my path as I understand my position and my place on the planet?

Maybe it is the thought of realizing I am just a vapor and am learning to value every moment, every conversation and every inspirational idea as a collection of thoughts applying it to the principle of Mindfulness?

Maybe it is the fact I am learning to see people for the Good and not for the Bad?

Maybe it is the fact I can speak my truth and not feel condemned or challenged although a little challenge is good for the soul at times?

Maybe just maybe, my classic morning inspiration will inspire someone else to leap out of the nocturnal darkness of the dream state each day only to find that the morning light at  is not a train waiting to run you over but a warm and enveloping hug from God.

Maybe my classic morning inspiration will not be seen as neurotic or strange, although the definition of strange can be countered.

Maybe it is the fact that I do push myself harder and longer than most.  Is that a course others would benefit from or do we call motivated people overachievers?  None the less, I am on the road revving up my engines for a fun and fruitful life.

Regardless of the reasons I stay inspired as a woman, most of the time, it is so I can watch myself grow and see other women (and men) grow along with me.  My morning muse is so inspiring so with this moment, I say thank you Momma Muse.  She may be a little misunderstood but aren’t they all?🙂


“The Master Carpenter’s Advice.”


I woke up really emotionally today and I don’t care to admit it.  There is nothing wrong really although I could nit pick through my personal drama like anyone else and find something to focus on I am sure.  What I DO know, is that when I feel these intense emotions happening upon waking in the day, I start to move the energy around by lighting candles, burning incense and putting on some meditative music.  I take really slow cleansing deep breathes and I look for nature through the window of my little home.  I try to remember to cherish this quiet little moment.  Well, at least my outer world is quiet.  My inner world is “doing something.” (I could blame it on that mysterious woman thing I guess……………….ah “hem.)🙂

However, it was just like that, I when I said something to Ed about Jesus giving us the tools to build our own lives and even though we Christians profession to have “obtained salvation” and sometimes think our Spiritual Life is “complete” we still need to reach further than we think we can and access the Tools that the Kingdom of God offer to us NOW as we build our story.  I had a flash of all of these tools hanging in a man’s garage and it was evident by the vision I knew it was time to write.  But do I really have time?  That is a touchy question but I am making time to do so now………

Since I was taught that Jesus is the Master Carpenter of my life, I envision this to mean that he has perfected and performed the manifestation of humanity in the form of skin.  Jesus had eyes and hair and feet and kidney’s.  He had blood flowing through is veins and may have even had a bunion or two on his feet.  (Although I am not sure that would be true since the earth was not so flat with concrete walks and our feet bones had a natural way of acclimating to the earth back then.  Now we walk in high heels and on hard cold broken ground so our feet are less tolerant to the unnatural elements than in the days of old.)

But as Jesus’ role as carpenter, in His message states clear that he knew how to build so then that must be a guy thing right?  I mean guys love tools.  If you walk into Home Depot, there will be a hundred ratchets to choose from.  You can hammer a nail manually or you can use a nail gun.  You can rough sand with a sheet of 320 grit or you can move your choice into a 180 finer grit if you need to smooth out some of those lines in your sand.   (Ah….maybe tools are not such a guy thing after all……I mean how do I know about grit?)

As a woman, it is my job to watch and learn how things are built.  Friendships, Homes, Community, Career.  Well, the last one here, career, has changed in the last 50 years and now women are really grabbing so many more tools than before our intense requirement to earn money and prestige became so important.  In 1802 would a woman have need for so many screw sizes or tape measures?   Nope.  Most of her tools were in the kitchen and in the classroom feeding and nurturing her children from the  breast and the hearth.  A woman’s sense of purpose was to have a healing and teaching identity but not in the aggressive way that today’s society now stigmatizes women.  Heaven forebid you have an outburst of crying at a board meeting or in the grocery store when you are supposed to be shopping for food or school supplies.  But let me tell you, it happens.  It happens to all of us women.  I just get the sanity of writing about it then moving on with great Wisdom to say there is BIG Universal Garage of Tools available to me spiritually and I am going in after them ……thank you Jesus for the vision today.

So when I tell you that I called on specific Angels to help me out this morning, or I forcefully chanted an OM or I whispered a silent, “Help me Jesus” while making hub’s lunch choking back a trail of tears from vunderland….., it is not exaggerating.   Not sure why except to ask am I tired?  Maybe so but I still keep going.  I am just more open about it now…..And as I easily pull an inspiration card or bible verse or tarot card and by looking at the image alone, seem be lifted from sadness in a moment’s time.  (Why would a Christian TOUCH a Tarot Card?  Because I am educated on what their purpose is and why they really exist.  I am not frightened by mislead connotations of such petty worries that I will blow up into a million burning pieces because I see love in all things.)  Just the image alone of Jesus having a huge toolbox of resources for me gives me great hope that my emotional awkwardness is nothing more than an exchange of knowledge.  Knowledge that says, crying is healthy.  Knowledge that says, you can let go of past wounds and really leave them with Him.  Knowledge that says don’t give up your right to stop trying to build your business stage by stage………….or stop making lunch or stop wiping pee off my commode or or toothpaste out of the sink, or stop doing the Laundry, or blah…blah…blah to all the things that we women really hold space for on a given day.

It comes down to concepts.  It comes down to imagery and not trying to over think your body’s mechanisms.  When you are tired and overwhelmed tears are used to refuel you.  When you are insecure and jealous, diarrhea serves as a reminder to let that shit go.   Chakras=Hormones=Healing.  I should get credit for a new concept of meditation.  The CHH method of meditation.

Know what is happening in the chakras and what system relates to your body.

Know your Chakras and what each color is for.

Know your Chakras and Elements of Earth, Air, Water Fire, Metal and Spirit.

Know some symbology whether it is Stoic or Modern.

Know when you have had a Spiritual Vision and from where they are Speaking to You.

Have some favorite Scripture.

Have an accountability for turning to the Master’s Garage and find the tool you need for the day.

Build your Way out of Sadness and Fear!!!!!!

When Jesus came and went, he left us instructions on how to handle the building of this life which are pretty clear so let’s stop complicating it.   I felt shitty when I woke up.  I took control and used tools to bring me back to awareness.  Simple.

And I don’t just leave it up to one method of construction when it comes to building a unique and inspiring life.  Even if I am weeping for a moment or two….It will pass..  I decided to share my moment in the greatest hope someone else needs this vision of Jesus Christ, Master Carpenter as well.

And for those people who think crying is stupid and if looks a little different than how you woke up this morning, don’t judge it.  People who live in glass build houses should never throw stones.




“Ok, I spent the money!”


It is 4am and I am up.  Pacing the floor and holding space for my life and my future.  Am I freaking out?  Hardly.  I am thoughtfully contemplating.

Last week, I contemplated terminating my blog because, well, quite frankly I did not want to spend the $99.  But today, I decided that it was not about the money and I am tired of living my life worried about money.  The one thing I have learned is a fear of lack is one of the most demonic (or negative) connotations of humanity that I have ever seen.  Our country’s foundation was not built on a foundation of lack, so where in the Sam Hill did all this money fear come from?

You see, I had to remind myself that my blogs were as much for myself as they were for anyone that read them.  When I started my blog, it was a way to open up my voice and learn to speak my truth, in love and harming none.  In 2013 I left my daily grind and set sail on a new journey to “find” my center.  “Find my channel and find myself.”  And egotistic or esoteric as that may sound, it is the truth.  And blogging gave me a sense of belong to a society that cared enough about themselves as much as I did to invest a little something into the Power of Return.

Carnally, Money and Sex have been the two most difficult experience most human beings face.  There are other frustrations in life and abuse or severe poverty is a terrible thing but so is mental health and the fact that our lack of awareness when it comes to our patterns and thought processes can be healed.  And I may not be the most educated of people, but I think I am pretty safe in saying I have learned A LOT in the last three years and my opening my practice as a therapist comes from raw and genuine life experiences.   By adding the gift and service of massage to my table is just the icing on the cake.  By helping healers heal the World, I in turn heal.  And though most of my healing has been facilitated by a lot of crazy exercise, some hard core corrective eating habits and learning to lean in for support when support is needed, has earned me the title I will post on business (and heart’s) door.  Therapist.  It’s a big deal.

But truly, with out the opportunity to share my journey online (which is where much of our World lives) I do no think I would have made it this far up the path.  Writing has been a life saver for me.  I LOVE to write as much as I love massage and learning.  Without my “pen” I feel as if my purpose is missing something.  I am addicted to dictionaries, encyclopedia and wikipedia!  I am obsessed with vernacular and learning new language so apparently God knew that when he threw me into the crash course of Sign Language.

Which brings me too….the blog renewal.  Yesterday’s visit clearly indicates that Ed could have permanent damage to the nerves in his ear and is not only clinical difficult to reverse but can progress with more damage later so how to treat.  My first indication as a wife is to break out my tambourine, my Bible, smack him over the head and start praying like a mad woman with all kinds of fervor.  And thought the last part of that statement is actually true, I have also decided to share my story, as I have in the past, and help others realize they are not alone in their journey and somewhere, someone is going through something similar to you.  We are not alone.

Therefore, for those that read and follow my blogs, thank you.  I love you.  And I hope I never offend you with my words but by golly, we need some hard core truth up in this country.  I seek out the truth and the righteousness of man-kind because all this hate and suffrage is ugly and needs to be corralled.

I love you.  Thank you for your prayers.  Now go have a rock star kind of day!