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From Food Wars to Gentle Lunar Cleansing
My Personal Journey with Food & Why I Now Do Gentle Lunar Cleansing ~ My Early Years ~ Food? Not friends. Growing up in “the last generation of feral kids” – where kids stayed out until called home or risked being given chores – family dinners were not peaceful. Between being laughed at while eating and watching my stressed mother struggle to feed everyone (nothing was “good enough”), I wanted to escape and never experience that as a mom (but I did! lol). My childhood solution? Covert pantry raids and bathroom picnics with Little Debbie Doritos in the dark. When Mom started delegating cooking duties, my contribution was fish sticks and french fries – hardly gourmet, but yay fish?! (Dad’s house? Bologna, velveeta and fries While we did have some beautiful moments baking and creating together (my mom was excellent at this, and my daughter inherited that same gift), the…
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Unfortunately, I’ma Be the Bearer of Bad News
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Unfortunately, I’ma Be the Bearer of Bad News
Yup, that is the topic today. That thing that everyone around you feels. I’ma say it to you. I may not be at a place that it comes out like butterflies and sugar cane, but I will bear the message. Does it make me a tough friend? yeah. I’m a catalyst. Yeah I have a lot of fire. And I’ve had to take a lot of fire from others. Does it give me the option to deny their truths just because it felt like a sucker punch to the gut (literally)? I guess it does, but you know what IS the truth? If I DON’T TAKE THE LESSON THE NEXT TIME IT COMES AROUND IT WILL BE WAY MORE THAN A SUCKER PUNCH! Seriously. I really feel that if the universe has gotten to the place where that lesson has to sucker punch me to see it and receive it…
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From Food Wars to Gentle Lunar Cleansing
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Welcome to my blog!
First I want to tell you a little about me – so you know that I’m a real person with a story and a journey, not some self-help self-inflated ‘guru’ that never really had to help themselves out of anything. 😆 Anyway… born premature with a big Sagittarius stellium, it seems I had places to go! Incubation, sickness, bottle-fed and pretty much my mom was a single mom from the start. I spent a bunch of time in the hospital, and she and my father divorced 3 months later. She was always a rock star, trying to do and be everything for 5 kids total. I experienced intermittent abuse from friends of my dad’s most of the way through elementary school, all those ‘amazing’ adult parties lol. I repressed memories of it but experienced hip pain since my teenage years and never had any desire to be In my body,…
