Friday, May 24, 2019

Why Garden? You Just Have To Do it All Over Again

Let's get one thing clear.  I ain't no gardener.  I hate gardening and when someone tells me that it is therapeutic, it makes me wonder.  What is fun about bending over all day in the hot sun, getting sweaty and filthy?  I suppose some people feel that way about housework or any number of things that we consider chores.  

The weeds grow back, the house needs cleaning......

HOWEVER...last week I looked at the flower garden and decided it was time!  It extends around the entire yard and has a million or so different plants.  Almost all of them bloom, including the weeds.

I spent four-and-a-half hours weeding one day and could hardly walk for a day or two afterward.  I found no satisfaction in it and after looking at the yard, it looked as though it hadn't been touched.  That means I have to do it soon - AGAIN.

Can You Tell the Difference?

When the lawn guy cut the lawn, I asked him about weeds vs. flowers and he said, "If you don't like it - get rid of it."  Now that is something I understand, and I predict a whole lot of digging in my near future.  Once I get a half million or so plants out of the way, I'll be able to see what to keep -- like rose bushes and lilac trees.

I thought that spending time in the garden would help with my stress level -- WRONG.  It has been one tough month emotionally which has consumed my time and thoughts.  

Consequently, this month instead of sharing what has been going on behind closed doors, I will share some wonderful and fun pictures of my grands.  No matter what, they make me smile.  

I thank God for a wonderful family and friends.  It sure helps me through those rough patches.  I am blessed and know that a lot of people have to go through incredible struggles and trauma without support.  I believe that is why my talk show is successful.  People are looking for HOPE and ENCOURAGEMENT.  Tune in sometime when you need a boost.

Here are those pics:

Always the Entertainer

Fun Time at the Fair

Easter Egg Hunt in the Woods
What a Wonderful World it Would Be if
Every Little Girl Had a Kind Big Brother

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 6 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.

Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes:

Baking In A Tornado        
Menopausal Mother           
Spatulas on Parade           
Bookworm in the Kitchen
Follow Me Home              

Monday, May 20, 2019

Do You Want Health for Your Time Tomorrow?

If Your Health Matters, What Are You Doing About It?

Does your health matter to you?  Do you take time for your health today so that you have health for your time tomorrow?   I believe that most of us do the best we can as well as educate ourselves in various health-related matters. 

I started this journey when I was in my twenties and given two years to live.  That is far too young to hear the "C" word and told "Hysterectomy or death!"  Those were my choices and I didn't choose either one.  

What I did choose was LIFE and SO CAN YOU!  When I made that choice and won that battle I also made the choice to help as many people as I could for the rest of my life. I am grateful that I have been able to do that as a certified health coach.

No matter how healthy we are or think we are, we can all do better, right?  

Maybe this is why I still do not have one grey hair on my head and my hairdresser comments every couple weeks when she has to thin my hair out "Why do you have so much hair?"  Your hair is a good indicator as to what state your health is in.

Do you have any of these problems?
  • Brittle or dry hair
  • Flaky scalp and dull hair
  • Poor hair growth
  • Dandruff
  • Hair loss
  • Red itchy scalp
  • Split ends
  • Thinning hair
Any of these issues can be changed if your body has the proper tools to work with -- the old adage rings true 'you are what you eat.'

In this series of posts, I will share what you should look for in the food supplements/vitamins you buy.  I am also available to coach you on the path to OPTIMUM health.  

Now, I promised you some stories.  At least once each week I have a client who shares how their life has changed since they started taking PROPER nutrients that the body can assimilate and build healthy cells.

This Week's Story

A young woman who had miscarried contacted me and was understandably upset.  She wanted to be sure this did not happen again and also be confident that she was as healthy as she could possibly be before getting pregnant again. The results of her ultrasound after the miscarriage showed she had Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS). It is a hormone imbalance in women with many nasty symptoms.  It is one of the leading causes of infertility.  There is no cure.  It is also extremely painful.  

Ultrasound revealed she had numerous cysts and many of them quite large.  Surgery was an option but not a long-term cure.  However, she decided she wanted to try natural food supplements to provide her body with the tools it needed to repair and heal. 

A few months later she contacted me with the results of the second ultrasound. The specialist was excited to share the news.  There was absolutely NO sign of any cysts. NO surgery.  NO drugs -- only pure unadulterated food supplements.  The doctor referred to her organs as pink and healthy.  He said, "Whatever you are doing, keep doing it -- now go home and get pregnant!" And that is what she did!  

Over the years, I have been called Dr. Fertility and every time I hear news like this, I cry.  I remember those words my doctor told me all those years ago. "There is not one chance in one million that you will ever have a baby."  And now.....I have grandchildren.

Would you like to know more about using food supplements to boost your health?  Do you have a miracle story to share?

Saturday, May 11, 2019

No Greater Love Than a Wanted Child - A Daughter

I wish I had words to describe my love and admiration for my daughter. I try -- but come up short. I have watched her survive great trauma in her young life and she never complains. She was a little girl when her father was in a serious car accident, leaving him disabled. She did everything she could to help me, encourage me and make me laugh. She was strong and a wealth of support for her mom. She has lost friends to cancer and suicide but is always the first one to console those around her.  She has lost much and endured immeasurable pain.  She is always first to offer a helping hand.  She lost her brother when he chose to walk away from our family seven years ago and broke our hearts.

Her dad and I were told we would never have children.  After 14 long, difficult years of waiting, we had our baby girl -- and now she is a mom. 
My daughter on the left.  Her daughter on the right.

I now watch her as a young mother and am overcome with emotion as she is a pillar of strength. She was born to be a mother. Almost losing her little son at birth, she stayed strong in her faith and he survived miraculously. But before he was a year old he contracted a very rare bacterial infection, had to undergo surgery only a handful have ever survived.  Shortly thereafter, the load was almost unbearable when she lost her second baby in utereo, yet she managed to be a source of strength for her family. Then her little girl had to fight an uphill battle to come into the world.

I watch her raise her children with love and strength only a mother who has endured much heartache could comprehend. I consistently hear comments from friends, associates and even strangers who say they rarely see such incredible, polite, kind and gentle children. They have a mom who teaches them beyond their years.  Even though her son is only seven years old, he has learned how to respect his parents, teachers, and peers.  He adores his baby sister, never tires of taking care of her and helps his mom in any way he is capable. 

When I need a friend.  When I need advice.  She has a unique perception and ability to see situations with resolution.  Every. Time.  She is my rock.

It is the strong women, the ones who give of themselves until they have nothing left to give – these are the women we need to applaud.  These are the women we need to rally around and cheer, returning the strength and love they so freely give to others. 

My beloved daughter – a mother who stands head and shoulders above – in any crowd.  

Friday, May 10, 2019

Does Your Dog Talk to You? If Not.....Why Not?


Any dog owner will tell you that anyone can learn the language of DOG very quickly.  All you have to do is learn to listen. They enunciate clearly.  Having that type of relationship with your fur friend is also difficult because you always know when it is time for them to cross the Rainbow Bridge.  I believe they prepare us for their final good-bye.  

We have rescued more than two dozen dogs over the course of many years and it is never easy to say good-bye.  It doesn't matter if they were with us for a couple of years or close to twenty.  I dread the day each time as I realize it is getting closer.   But I will never allow my dogs to suffer by keeping them alive for my selfish reasons.  My dogs talk to me and if you are prepared to listen then you will be able to talk to them as well.

Rescue dogs make the best pets.  They communicate their appreciation of being rescued in a variety of ways.  Mostly you see it in their eyes but their actions speak louder than any human words.  Their constant need to have you in their sight or touching you while they sleep are a couple of ways they let you know how much they love you.  

If you take the time to listen to them, they will tell you about their lives and why they are so grateful.  When you rescue a pet, they often come without any written or verbal form of history.  You have to 'listen' to them to figure out what happened in their past.


We currently have two purebred mini Dachshunds, Star and Gunner.  When we got them they were six and ten years old.  They were show dogs who had lived in cages and rarely saw the light of day.  What we were not told is that Gunner, the male, had several broken bones from abuse.  They had been severely neglected and had a mistrust of humans.  

He communicated that lack of trust by growling when our feet came anywhere near him.  But this changed quite quickly as I held him, patted him, and then set him on my feet.  Eventually, he saw my feet as tools of affection and allowed me to rub his belly or his ears with my two feet.

He was also very protective of his 'wife' Star.  We believe Gunner took the brunt of the kicks and pain for her.  

They were in such terrible shape when the adoption agency rescued them they had to be put in the hospital for a couple weeks.  Then they recovered from their surgeries in a foster home for six weeks.  The day we adopted them from the rescue center, they had been driven there in a pick-up truck.  We were warned that it would take some time for them to accept us as they still had not completely accepted their foster parents - after several weeks.

I watched from a short distance when the tailgate of the pick up was opened.  Star saw me and took one leap into my arms without even touching the ground.  Gunner was so thrilled that she approved of me, he came running and jumped up and down until I picked him up as well.  

It was pure instinct for them to know I would love and protect them.  We have had them four years and Gunner is showing signs of age along with some health issues.  He cuddles closer and looks deep into my eyes with a sad expression.  I know he is preparing me for his future.  I pray he still has a couple years......or more!

Gunner has been hubby's dog and Star has attached herself to me 24/7.  She appears so sad whenever I pack my suitcase and jumps inside to let me know she wants to come along.


But the two of them are basically inseparable.  They eat out of the same bowl, they are always within a few feet of each other and Gunner washes Star's face and ears every morning.  They sleep in the same bed as they need to touch one another.  I shudder to think about how Star will react when Gunner leaves her.  
Star and Gunner

Star and Gunner

Star and Gunner

For this particular monthly blogging challenge submitted by Climaxed, I received the following question. "You wake up able to understand what animals around you are thinking, what they want and need, and how they react to you.  But it does not seem like they understand you.  What would you do with your new ability?"

I could not fully answer this because I know animals understand us and vice versa.  I believe that ability is available to anyone who takes the time to listen and talk to them.  I believe they have large vocabularies which are constantly broadening as we share our lives with our wonderful pets.

The saddest part of having dogs in your life is knowing that you will someday have to say good-bye.  If only they could live as long as we do.  We usually have more than one dog at a time, which does make that transition easier, but the pain is deep.  I still miss every single one that we have had the privilege of being their mom and dad.  I never met a dog I didn't like -- can't say that about people.

And most dogs have an incredible sense of humor
 I believe they love to make us laugh!

Several bloggers submit stories each month to this challenge.  I know you would love to support them and read their stories -- leaving a comment for them would be over-the-top appreciated

Baking In A Tornado                        
Wandering Web Designer                 
Cognitive Script                               
Southern Belle Charm                       
Bookworm in the Kitchen                   
Part-time Working Hockey Mom          

Wednesday, May 8, 2019

Do You Have Health for Your Time Tomorrow?

I live in a world of miracles.  Every.  Single. Day.  Do you have any idea what that feels like? 

Now many of you will nod and agree that life, in itself, is a daily miracle.  But I am one of those fortunate people who gets to experience outstanding miracles on a regular basis.  I get to be the recipient of hugs and I mean, really big tight hugs....when I have been able to give someone hope who has lost hope.

I am a health coach.  I have been one for thirty-five years.  I am also a symptomologist.  A WHAT?  I assess a client's symptoms and determine what nutrients they are missing in their diet that is causing distress.  So what in the world does that mean?


I always tell my clients to give it three months to see improvement but secretly, I know that most people will have results in a matter of days.  But there's more..... they leave my office with two things.  Two things that many of them have never had in their lives.  One is a guarantee that if my recommendations do not work, they get a full refund of any products they have purchased.  And the most important......they leave with a bag of hope.

Here's where the hugs come into play.  These people come back.  They come back to tell me their miracle stories.  They come back with a friend or family member that needs help.  They come back to thank me -- over forty years ago a doctor told me I had two years to live.  I refused his diagnosis, started studying nutrition and I'm S T I L L here.  My health is better than people half my age.  This is the miracle I share EVERY SINGLE DAY - and those of you who know me, you understand my passion.

When I started doing this decades ago, I made a pact with myself that I would never charge for my services, even though I spend hours with each client.  I wanted to give back and also pay it forward for the person who introduced me to better health.  All the miracles and hugs are payment enough.


I live in a world of miracles.  Every.  Single. Day.  Do you have any idea what that feels like?

Friday, April 19, 2019

The Circle of Life is Simple and Complex

Ever notice that people say "Spring is Here!"  They also may say, "So glad winter is over!" and "Autumn is my favorite time of year."  I believe we often relate to the seasons of our lives in the same way.  Spring brings new birth after the dark days of winter.  The autumn of our lives is that time when we are slowing down but still enjoying the effects of summer, that exciting fun time of our lives.

Beautiful garden all around...and no WORK!

I especially enjoyed spring this year.  I have attempted to take a few moments each day to relax on the deck with a tall drink -- watching the dogs roll in the grass and raising their heads to smell the airwaves. It has been many years since I have had a yard allowing me to do this.  I KNOW! What did I ever do to deserve that?  The fruit trees are starting to sprout buds.  The berry bushes are bursting with new growth.  I have no clue what lurks beneath the topsoil but waiting with great anticipation.

Friday, April 12, 2019

Why Is It Taking So Long To Get There?

Many of us have read The Station by Robert J. Hastings at some point in our lives.  I have read it numerous times over the years.  It never gets old or dated.  It is always a fresh message.  It always bears repeating.  It is unadulterated truth.  Read it.  Think about it.  Pass it on.

The Station

Tucked away in our subconscious is an idyllic vision.  We see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent.  We are traveling by train.  Out the windows we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hillsides, of city skylines and village halls.

Friday, April 5, 2019

Is It True that Time Heals All Wounds?

Who is the one person in your life you never thought would walk away....and then they did?  How did you handle it?  
That was the question posed to me for this month's writing challenge.  Immediately, a flood of emotions and memories almost overcame me.  

 Does time heal all wounds?  

These scars can be reopened by triggers and often are unexpected.  Birthdays, holidays, anniversaries, a memory, a person from the past can all trigger the emotion that is still raw - no matter how much time has passed.  This creates a feeling of hopelessness - knowing there is nothing you can do to change it.