- Few people know it, but the ground provides a subtle electric signal that maintains health
- We don’t all have the ability to sing out over a racing train, but we do have the power
- In looking for people to hire, you look for three qualities:
- It is nutrient-rich food the places a sparkle in the eye, luster in the hair,
- The desire that guides me in all I do is the desire to harness the forces of nature
- To be free from pain through an injection or a pill has nothing to do with
- We live and boast of what we own; We die . . . and only get a stone.
- The superior doctor prevents sickness; The mediocre doctor attends to impending sickness;
- Constipated despite a real food diet, detox, exercise, water (and more)?
- A man too busy to take care of his health is like a mechanic too busy to take care of his tools.
New Year’s Resolution – Become Better Not Bitter
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”~Rumi~
I’ve had people tell me a movie should be made of my life, and this before some of my biggest life changing events. I’ve also been referred to as a jack of all trades (master of one at a time) – most of us know at least one. I believe the reason I’ve been told this and that I should write a memoir of my life is the fact that I persevere. I neither blame my childhood or anyone on where I am (or am not), nor do I stay angry. With the new year comes at least one new year’s resolution for many. I did not make any but did get an inbox of invitations on “start the new year off right” types of webinars, mp3’s, movies, and events. I chose a 7-day one by Louise L. Hay (and others). And smart of them, they started it almost 2 weeks into the new year to help those that may need an extra helping hand staying on track.
“To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you.” ~Lewis B. Smedes~
I read her, Heal Your Life best selling book over 15 years ago. To this day I look for the emotional cause behind dis-ease. What I didn’t know, or don’t recall was her story. WOW! This woman was not only ahead of her time in forward thinking, she is amazing in what she overcame – at 87+ she continues to shine her light worldwide. At 62 she started Hay House Publishing. She is a perfect example of walking her talk AND the power of forgiveness. The upside to being wounded is we can make great teachers, if we choose/dare to be transparent. Such is the case with many great leaders.
I may not be a public figure leader – I do know that I am a teacher, an earth angel, and a patient advocate. I enjoy helping those whose paths I cross, especially children. We all have options, no matter what area in life, we have the power to choose what’s best for our higher good. Doing so can only have a positive ripple effect.
Since vulnerability is part of sharing and caring, I decided to post the chapter I had the honor to write (back in 2012). First, to show I’m just like anyone else, I simply chose to let go of what could have made me bitter. Second and lastly, is that aside from the few hard copies I have, the book is no longer being sold with all 101 women. Sadly, the two that made the book possible had a falling out – one chose to redo, grab the rights, and include those authors that opted in. Forgiveness unfortunately was in order between at least one of them, but that’s besides the point. I’m grateful we sold many copies and became an Amazon bestseller in the first 12 hours – monies earned were donated to women’s organizations.
“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.” ~Maya Angelou~
and now for my story… Shine Your Light on Life’s Detours
“SunRose is a name given to me by Crooked Arrow, a soul mother in living form. SunRose means like a rosebud blooming in the sun; my life has slowly been unfolding so now I am a blossom of brightness to others.
My biggest, longest lasting wound was meeting my soul mate when I was sixteen. As we danced and kissed at a wedding, mother pulled me away, and that was the last I saw of him. For thirty-two years I longed to see him. Then two and a half years ago I did (soon afterwards is when this wound began). It was like Cinderella, he was the perfect fit for many reasons. I have never loved anyone like I loved him. Since that chapter is not quite over, I decided to choose another wound (or two) for this chapter. There are many ways I was/felt wounded. From being raped as a child, and date raped as an adult, to my father dying when I was nine, to my husband getting his girlfriend pregnant, which lead to my seven year detour working construction in the Arizona desert, then onwards to an injury that left me without two ribs and two neck muscles. Then came rebuking dark physical energies. And a few dashes of betrayal in between. Every one of these events shaped my life in profound ways (and are chapters of their own), however my biggest life changers, the ones that took my breath away, were when I became my mother’s caregiver, then again when I became a single parent to four children (ages 1, 5, 8, and 10). And although not wounded per se, I survived these wonderfully painful detours.
They say, “It takes 21 days to break a habit.” I discovered this by incident. On the final edit day for this chapter, I received an invitation to be a part of Deepak Chopra’s 21-Day Meditation Challenge. There’s that magic number. We can use it to make or break a habit or thought. While in the midst of pain, it has taken me three weeks before I am able to talk about it without crying. A pattern I learned (after the facts). Putting my life on hold again hurt deeply. I was catapulted into change and thinking differently. And my initial goal of finishing school (during these detours), looking back now, these hard knocks were school. I am a better person for it. I love who I have become.
For three years, my mother said she would not live to see 65. Sure enough, she passed four months prior to this day. She was a powerful woman with her thoughts and words. Our thoughts, faulty diet, lifestyle, stress, anger, and unforgiveness are all recipes for disease (in and of themselves). In helping persons with disease, it is often difficult to convince them to see their disease going, not growing. Our thoughts affect our destiny. My mother was a perfect example of this with being set on the time she wanted to leave.
On mother’s last visit with me in Arizona, I took her to the Grand Canyon by train. She grew up to be afraid of much. I wanted to take her on a cruise, but she was afraid of water. At the Grand Canyon, she looked pale, this on top of her already fair complexion. Doctors knew she was anaemic but did not know why, especially since she was given a clean bill of health following a colonoscopy, just a few months prior. While she was visiting, we’d walk every night, and she’d pant—every step was a chore for her. I secretly thought she was being overly dramatic on my health routines. I forgave myself for that. A couple days after driving her home (she was afraid of flying), she collapsed of a heart attack from being low four pints of blood. I drove her to the doctor’s office as instructed by her doctor. We did not know it was a heart attack yet. Come to find out, she had colon cancer that had spread to her liver. Following a very invasive surgery, she was given eighteen months to three years to live, provided she got chemo and radiation. I packed up and left Arizona to care for her. I was Gung Ho to help her heal naturally. Instead, I not only respected her wishes to use conventional treatments, I helped inject the chemotherapy. I was disgusted to see my own mother truly believe she was not allowed other options. And every one of my six siblings were not exactly in favor of me helping her heal naturally. Sadly though, all these years later, they continue to receive benefit from my knowledge and products.
As a caregiver of my terminally ill mother, I so desperately needed a way to relieve stress. I decided to train for a marathon to raise money for programs to help those with cancer. Running didn’t cost a thing, and I wouldn’t be away from home long. I quickly discovered I could run more than a mile. This alone was a shot of happiness. I actually ran so well that I felt like Tom Hanks in Forrest Gump.
At one of mother’s doctor appointments, the doctor wanted to prescribe more chemo. I told him, “You’re KILLING HER!”
Vancouver, British Columbia – 26.2 miles
He said, “Let me see.” He told us both that her lungs sounded fine, keep doing what you’re doing. After this appointment, we drove a few miles for my mother to have fluid drained from her body (again). As we left, she began coughing up chunks of blood. I took her to the hospital, and six days later she was gone. However, while she was still coherent she asked me, “When is your marathon?” I told her and she was gone 8 days before my marathon. I ran on behalf of both she and my father. My mother was a powerful woman. I thank the gods I am taking after her!
HOW I SURVIVED!
I grieved before she was gone. While grieving, I had to ask for help from my six siblings. I needed a day of respite. We agreed on Sundays as a day for me to recoup. The siblings would take turns caring for her on Sunday. Just two weeks into my day off, she was hospitalized. A few siblings were shocked that she aged a good twenty years after the three rounds of chemo. Had they visited without my asking, they’d have known. I am not angry. I know they were busy with families of their own. I was the only single one without children.
What made this all so painful was that a week after her death, we learned that her doctor had his license taken away in another state for negligence and aggressive chemotherapy.
Mother’s death propelled me to write my first book. I needed a way to help stop the needless suffering and premature deaths that I saw both of my parents endure. I also created 2 Live and Let Live, a nonprofit dedicated to bringing awareness in disease prevention and natural healing through education, diet, and detoxification. After the lengthy 501c3 status being granted, my life as I knew it came to a screeching halt.
I became a single mom. It was me taking all of the kids or splitting them up in foster homes. The night they were given to
2009, Walt Disney World, 13.1 miles
me, I could not bring them home until I had a car seat and a bed for each of them. I went out and bought what was required. My first full day of parenthood was a juggling act, not just because my bum shoulder was in pain from doing so much, like getting them ready for school, the homework, meals, showers, bed, and time for laughs between the pain. It was a new routine for us all.
The first three weeks I could not talk about the abrupt end to my life as I knew it. I was a first time mom. I had four children, no husband. We did good though—they were troopers. We became quite the team. We had to.
Three months later came my saving grace: GAP (Grandparents As Parents). My name and situation showed up on their list. Days later, they delivered bags of food. I became a part of their much welcomed support group, something my gut was telling me to do. I do not believe I would have made it that year without the help of GAP.
When it came time to “give the kids back,” I was empty. I had the life sucked out of me. It made me cry with pain just to see someone push a stroller. The lil one did not want to let go. She’d been with me the first 2+ years of her life.
NOW I THRIVE!!!
Lucky for me, three years later now, she still spends many of her vacations with me. We almost always get together at least once a month. She still cries for me, and the feeling is mutual, I ache for her. She is the child I never had. Many say she is my Mini Me. From gardening, to volunteering, to barefoot walking and more, she is a soul mate in petite form. This single parent gig taught me children like structure, and they are not the picky eaters parents make them out to be. We crave what’s in our blood. Get that clean and the cravings go away. Mini Me is proof. She loves seaweed, green vitamins, and more. As for their mother, she has wounds of her own, and not only has she survived, she thrives.
Despite my detours, I did what my beautiful mother did, kept my chin up. There’s a quote that says, “fall down seven times, get up eight.” This was my mother. I’ve lost count of mine. The beauty of my journey is I now see why it all happened. Each and every event played an important part to becoming who I am today: a transparent, confident woman of integrity and purpose. We do not always understand why things happen to us, but given time and with letting go of the outcomes, we will. The Universe had quite the roller coaster ride for me. Each of our rides is different. My story has not ended. “They” say life begins at 40, for me, it is more like 50. It’s also been said that 50 is the new 30. It can be when we take better care of our bodies than we do our vehicles.
These wounds brought out a book in me, the one that helps others prevent disease, heal naturally, and age less the way nature intended. It also detoured me into learning how to formulate my own products. My signature product went to five states in two months. It is now in six states, one other country and two western medicine doctors have begun using. All this without advertising. Next in my path are plans for a retail location on a new concept. One that will revolutionize the way people get and stay healthy. Then onwards to franchise. I am thankful for my journey and so happy to be living on purpose.
HOPE, ENCOURAGEMENT, INSPIRATION…
“Someone has said that courage contains genius and magic. Face a situation fearlessly, and there is no situation to face; it falls away of its own weight.” -Florence Scovel Shinn, The Game of Life
My biggest action steps were to become better, not bitter, more powerful, not pitiful. I was a diamond in the rough for a reason. I close this chapter with the bum arm numb. Adam wasn’t the only one who gave a rib—this woman gave TWO! As Mini Me would say… Peace ☮UT!”
and there you have it, most of my life in a nutshell. I’m thankful for my journey and with each passing year that makes me a better person. I can honestly say that improving my diet and regular detox are what allowed me to come this far in my mental, emotional, and spiritual health. My passion also became my purpose.
May we all live, love and let go – only then can divine intervention flow.
“My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.” ~Maya Angelou~
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