Recently I went on a five day camping adventure in North Yorkshire with my boy of sweetness and my best friend. We were camping-out with other families and writers from Veronika Robinson’s hugely inspiring magazine The Mother. It was a very ‘green’ camp with composting toilets, a vegan ethos and lots of families parenting with the Continuum Concept paradigm. 
One of the golden rules of camp was to NOT bring any plastic toys. At first glance I thought no problem. My babe is totally enraptured with cars, so most of his toys are metal. But as I began packing his small toy rucksack, I couldn’t believe how many of his vehicles have plasticy bits on them. Actually, I was a bit mortified by all of the plastic that had crept into his tiny three years of existence! However, I did manage to pull together some items for him, but I did feel a little nervous at the prospect of not taking some of his preferred favourites.
Obviously upon reflection it was a ridiculous worry. Our camping area was a lush haven of unexplored possibilities. Even though the weather was far from brilliant (as any of you that live or have visited the north of England can tell you) Zenchai was completely absorbed by the nature that surrounded us. There were way too many sticks, forest trails, streams, mud, hills, sunflower valleys and fires to build to even think about his toys. He even lucked out by finding some rusty buckets (rotting cars / tractors etc.), which he quickly adopted as his own. In the end he never opened his rucksack.
Although we live a fairly simple life for a family residing in London our rural outing really showed me how far from nature we really are. All of the countryside recreation was so pure and magical. I can’t wait for the time when fresh air and nature are our daily staples!
The really strange thing was that it smelled. Reeeeeeally bad. I spoke to the people in line there collecting their water, and many of them had been going to this Spring for 10-20 years! Apparently the town tests the water regularly too. So despite the awful sulphur smell (rotten eggs) I filled a bottle and took a sip. It tasted weird. I took two more sips, trying to get in tune with the water. But my stomach said ‘stop’. I just couldn’t drink this water!
I noticed my hubs talking with a homeless man who was collecting his water in a small plastic water bottle that looked really worn. He had dark, sun-leathered skin, and twinkly blue eyes that were just beautiful. My husband and son were handing him some money. I saw his face light-up and tears well in his eyes. I went over and asked him how he liked the water and we got to talking…and then I said to him ‘You must know this area pretty well…any other Springs around here?’
Dave knows about health! He was totally wiped-out as a teen, then went through a decade without giving up, to find his way back. What I love most about Dave, besides his heart-felt conviction and dedication to helping others, is his generous networking spirit. He was one of the first to publish my writing in his magazine, VIBRANCE, the world’s most-read raw food lifestyle magazine. He loves to share everything he knows, including introducing people so the community feels more connected. For example, Dave told Karen Ranzi about me years ago when she was first writing her book on CREATING HEALTHY CHILDREN, and so Karen asked me to write a chapter. Now Karen is contributing to rawmom, thanks Dave! Dave is now Dr. Dave with a Phd as a Hygienic Doctor and a certified Nutrition Educator in health. His book, which I found in my public library and loaned to a friend who was suffering from Crohn’s disease, is called SELF HEALING COLITIS & CROHN’S. Leading people to health independence is David’s passion.
The next day I threw away the medicines, divorced myself from all medical intervention for good, gave up all meat and dairy forever and started a 3-day juice cleanse. By the second day I was coming back to life. On the third day I was feeling better and better and my enthusiasm and joy drove my family and friends crazy! My gut was feeling soothed and I was rejuvenating. I set myself free of illness, doctors and medicines for good, and my bowels were working better and better!!
What do exercise postures, the Hebrew Alphabet (written from right to left), and Proverbs 31 have in common? A mighty warrior workout for women!
Then, how wonderful it feels to transition from the strength of holding “The Cross” back to Willis’ “Altar” posture (known as Plank to some) and then off to relax in her “Little Child’s Pose.” The word “Amen” confirms the conclusion of the workout. Ahhh, at that point the body feels totally balanced, the mind fully renewed, and the soul wonderfully refreshed!
My son’s football passion is contagious. Not contagious in terms of making me want to play the aggressive, high-contact sport, but there’s simply a certain vibe that comes from people who do what they love! Words even start pouring out of their mouths that make you go, “Hmmh!”
Okay, now I know what Tibetan Rites are, and, I’m doing them! Yes, just five simple yet powerful daily exercises (most of which I’ve been doing in yoga anyway…except for the spinning part).
"It is done for the express purpose of speeding up the vortexes. Children do it all the time when they’re playing," says Peter Kelder in "Ancient Secret Of The Fountain Of Youth," a quick and captivating read.
, the Tibetan Rites are brilliantly explained in story form via "the story of a man who challenges the remote, mysterious Himalayas to uncover the secret of the ages…..Journey to a hidden monastery deep inside forbidden Tibet. Share its secret of lasting youth and rejuvenation…..," according to the book’s back cover. So interesting! I’m still thanking my mother-in-law for sharing this resource with me.
up right before her nose. She read it in one sitting and eagerly shared it with me. In fact, after taking a walk one day, I returned home, climbed the lower part of a tree in my yard, got comfortable, and read the first 18 pages of the book there. Later, I finished the remaining 32 pages. This week, I’m off to give my over-70-year-old mother-in-law her first Tibetan Rites session. 
