I finally did it!! I finally took that ginormous step that I have been avoiding for like freaking forever and got my business license, secured a spot to practice my zoning and have ordered my insurance! Yay yay yay!! Now, let the games begin.
As I have mentioned before (like a lot), I just got certified in back zonology. It's my favorite, I think. Although the feet are the most complete modality of zoning, the back is pretty amazing.
Yesterday I zoned a woman's feet and then her back. She left here saying that she felt like she was floating. Omg that makes my LIFE! Then, I went and zoned Doc (he's my chiropractor that I've been going to for like 12 years or so and we have a phenominal relationship) and he came out saying that he felt lighter. Like a whole boat load of stress had just been lifted off his back.
I'm telling you, this stuff is flipping amazing. I love it, I love putting all of myself into a zone and I love watching my clients change when they leave my chair or table.
So . . . this girl is just gonna put herself out there. I am open for business and I am ready to go!
Friday, February 10, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Hand Talk
The other day on Facebook, a dear friend of mine posted the following status which I found incredibly hilarious!
"You can tell a lot by a woman from her hands. For instance, if they're placed around your throat, you can bet she's probably slightly upset."
Actually, I/we all communicate a lot with our hands. I have spent years - a lot of years - perfecting the absolute most beautiful "bird". That would be positioning my middle finger in the air at a split seconds notice to signal that what I just perceived via sight, sound, thought, taste, feel or experienced in any other way was not pleasing to me. Sometimes this impulsive knee jerk reaction of mine has gotten me into a wee bit of trouble. Good times!
Actually, funny story about that . . . (sorry Mom). My Mom, who is a very proper British woman and I have NEVER EVER heard her swear outside of the occasional "Damn" (which I think is acceptable speech in England), told me of one time (only one time??) when she was driving and someone royally ticked her off. She said, "I just stuck my middle finger up at him!!" I think I must have almost rolled off my chair laughing so hard at that visual. My mom??? Are you joking??
When I was younger (in my 20's) and used to run every freaking day of my life, I used to get a lot of guys honking at me. Actually I had a running partner and we would flip people off for that. There was one guy in a big silver car that would honk at us every single day at the same exact spot and we flipped him off. I think he must have enjoyed the show. Now, when people honk at me they just want me to get out of their way, lol.
Now that I'm (ahem) more mature (well, my body is anyway - my brain? Not so much), I get to communicate with my hands in a different way. I get to zone peoples feet, face and back and allow energy to be balanced in them. I enjoy zoning so much. The miracles that I have seen happen at the other end of my fingertips is amazing. Just yesterday, I was zoning a client's feet. I felt some sadness and some other disturbances. Since I really enjoy this person so much, we chatted it up while I continued zoning and spending extra time on various areas. When the session was over, we were both blown away at the fact that I had just spent almost TWO HOURS zoning her. She said, "Oh my gosh! We were just lost in some kind of time warp!" It was such a pleasure to see her mood had changed dramatically when the zone was over.
Yep, the hands are amazing! I have learned some wonderful secrets about hands from Katri, my teacher. However, I think I will never give up my favorite mode of communication - the bird.
"You can tell a lot by a woman from her hands. For instance, if they're placed around your throat, you can bet she's probably slightly upset."
Actually, I/we all communicate a lot with our hands. I have spent years - a lot of years - perfecting the absolute most beautiful "bird". That would be positioning my middle finger in the air at a split seconds notice to signal that what I just perceived via sight, sound, thought, taste, feel or experienced in any other way was not pleasing to me. Sometimes this impulsive knee jerk reaction of mine has gotten me into a wee bit of trouble. Good times!
Actually, funny story about that . . . (sorry Mom). My Mom, who is a very proper British woman and I have NEVER EVER heard her swear outside of the occasional "Damn" (which I think is acceptable speech in England), told me of one time (only one time??) when she was driving and someone royally ticked her off. She said, "I just stuck my middle finger up at him!!" I think I must have almost rolled off my chair laughing so hard at that visual. My mom??? Are you joking??
When I was younger (in my 20's) and used to run every freaking day of my life, I used to get a lot of guys honking at me. Actually I had a running partner and we would flip people off for that. There was one guy in a big silver car that would honk at us every single day at the same exact spot and we flipped him off. I think he must have enjoyed the show. Now, when people honk at me they just want me to get out of their way, lol.
Now that I'm (ahem) more mature (well, my body is anyway - my brain? Not so much), I get to communicate with my hands in a different way. I get to zone peoples feet, face and back and allow energy to be balanced in them. I enjoy zoning so much. The miracles that I have seen happen at the other end of my fingertips is amazing. Just yesterday, I was zoning a client's feet. I felt some sadness and some other disturbances. Since I really enjoy this person so much, we chatted it up while I continued zoning and spending extra time on various areas. When the session was over, we were both blown away at the fact that I had just spent almost TWO HOURS zoning her. She said, "Oh my gosh! We were just lost in some kind of time warp!" It was such a pleasure to see her mood had changed dramatically when the zone was over.
Yep, the hands are amazing! I have learned some wonderful secrets about hands from Katri, my teacher. However, I think I will never give up my favorite mode of communication - the bird.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Patience, Jack Ass, Patience!!!!
A good friend of mine was reciting an experience of late that he had. He said that he was out selling things that he sells (cuz that's what some people do - sell things) and that he was in a position where he was ready to rush off to the next place. Then he felt the scripture from Luke 21:19 come into his head "In your patience possess ye your souls." He then felt impressed to be patient and wait for a certain person to get off the phone (which took like FOREVER!) and he ended up making an incredible sale! Yay!
Okay, then someone told me today on a text message to be patient. Um . . . .
THEN, we are out make-up shopping today - Danielle, Lex, Courtney and I - for Courtney's birthday. I was so lost. I so am NOT into the make-up thing. I chuck on some eyeliner, a bit of mascara and I'm good to go. Always been that way. Can't get into the painting scene. Anyway, while we were in Target getting some brushes or some other crap, I was saying, "Wait, what's that? Where's the _____? How are we going to do the blush or whatever?" Finally, Danielle turned to me and said, "PATIENCE!!!!" Lol.
So . . . is there a message here for me?
I was also talking to my Dad yesterday about a situation and he said this to me: Jody, I think you need to relax and allow things to happen the way they are supposed to. You need to sit with what is and allow what is coming. In other words . . . BE PATIENT!!!
Okay, then someone told me today on a text message to be patient. Um . . . .
THEN, we are out make-up shopping today - Danielle, Lex, Courtney and I - for Courtney's birthday. I was so lost. I so am NOT into the make-up thing. I chuck on some eyeliner, a bit of mascara and I'm good to go. Always been that way. Can't get into the painting scene. Anyway, while we were in Target getting some brushes or some other crap, I was saying, "Wait, what's that? Where's the _____? How are we going to do the blush or whatever?" Finally, Danielle turned to me and said, "PATIENCE!!!!" Lol.
So . . . is there a message here for me?
I was also talking to my Dad yesterday about a situation and he said this to me: Jody, I think you need to relax and allow things to happen the way they are supposed to. You need to sit with what is and allow what is coming. In other words . . . BE PATIENT!!!
Friday, February 3, 2012
The American Dream
Warning: This post has the risk of becoming a wee bit heavy. Every once in awhile a girl just has to let go and let it out so here it is.
I had a chat with a good friend yesterday. The conversation opened my mind up to the possibility of what really is and what could or should be. I have since been pondering our conversation a lot.
Today I was in Pleasanton for a dental appointment. Afterward, I came outside and decided to lace up my shoes and go for my walk there since the day was sunny, warm and oh-so-inviting. As I was walking in this town that I used to live in such a seeming lifetime ago, I decided to see how many people I could make a connection with. I tried to make contact with every person that I encountered and only one would let me in.
I like to make eye contact, smile and say G'day (my walking greeting because I think it's funny when people do a double take at me and think I'm from Australia - which I'm SO not). Everyone else that I encountered on the walk avoided me at all costs. They pretended to be preoccupied with their dog or cell phone or whatever. Their shoulders were slumped over like the weight of the world was on board. Their eyes were dead. It made me sad for them. One woman was screaming at her child for messing up her perfectly laid out blanket for a picnic at the park or something.
So, here's the thoughts I came up with. Note: This is MY opinion and MY opinion only.
The American Dream should be less about chasing the almighty dollar and more about quality family life. Embracing those we love the most.
The American Dream should be less about Prozac and other prescription mind altering drugs and more about meditation to achieve that clarity that we all seem to be seeking.
The American Dream should be less about drugs and doctors and hospitals and more about connecting with the earth and taking advantage of the abundance of gifts that our Father in Heaven has provided for our use.
The American Dream should be less about acquiring more and more and more material possessions and more about simplicity and moderation and embracing what "is".
I see so much contrast in my family alone. There was me (ashamed to admit this, actually) who forced Brian to go to BYUI to get a degree. It backfired in the worst way and he was more miserable than if he had stayed here and continued his life of crime (lol). Now he is finally pursuing his passion and he is the happiest, I think, I have EVER seen him.
Right now I'm looking at my life the way it IS. I'm so ready to peel my white knuckles off of all these material possessions of ours and let them go. The only thing gained from wanting and getting the "thing" you want is the need and desire for more want. It's a ridiculous cycle that is actually a crazy addiction.
Thank you, my dear friend, for opening my eyes and helping me to see. I embraced that walk of mine today like I have never done before. I "saw" the people. I "saw" the trees. I "saw" the grass and the flowers and smelled the air (okay, it WAS nasty ass city air but you get the idea) and I heard the different sounds. It was a very spiritual walk and I will forever be grateful for all of it.
I had a chat with a good friend yesterday. The conversation opened my mind up to the possibility of what really is and what could or should be. I have since been pondering our conversation a lot.
Today I was in Pleasanton for a dental appointment. Afterward, I came outside and decided to lace up my shoes and go for my walk there since the day was sunny, warm and oh-so-inviting. As I was walking in this town that I used to live in such a seeming lifetime ago, I decided to see how many people I could make a connection with. I tried to make contact with every person that I encountered and only one would let me in.
I like to make eye contact, smile and say G'day (my walking greeting because I think it's funny when people do a double take at me and think I'm from Australia - which I'm SO not). Everyone else that I encountered on the walk avoided me at all costs. They pretended to be preoccupied with their dog or cell phone or whatever. Their shoulders were slumped over like the weight of the world was on board. Their eyes were dead. It made me sad for them. One woman was screaming at her child for messing up her perfectly laid out blanket for a picnic at the park or something.
So, here's the thoughts I came up with. Note: This is MY opinion and MY opinion only.
The American Dream should be less about chasing the almighty dollar and more about quality family life. Embracing those we love the most.
The American Dream should be less about Prozac and other prescription mind altering drugs and more about meditation to achieve that clarity that we all seem to be seeking.
The American Dream should be less about drugs and doctors and hospitals and more about connecting with the earth and taking advantage of the abundance of gifts that our Father in Heaven has provided for our use.
The American Dream should be less about acquiring more and more and more material possessions and more about simplicity and moderation and embracing what "is".
I see so much contrast in my family alone. There was me (ashamed to admit this, actually) who forced Brian to go to BYUI to get a degree. It backfired in the worst way and he was more miserable than if he had stayed here and continued his life of crime (lol). Now he is finally pursuing his passion and he is the happiest, I think, I have EVER seen him.
Right now I'm looking at my life the way it IS. I'm so ready to peel my white knuckles off of all these material possessions of ours and let them go. The only thing gained from wanting and getting the "thing" you want is the need and desire for more want. It's a ridiculous cycle that is actually a crazy addiction.
Thank you, my dear friend, for opening my eyes and helping me to see. I embraced that walk of mine today like I have never done before. I "saw" the people. I "saw" the trees. I "saw" the grass and the flowers and smelled the air (okay, it WAS nasty ass city air but you get the idea) and I heard the different sounds. It was a very spiritual walk and I will forever be grateful for all of it.
Joe Cool
While I was up in Rexburg with Brandilyn just before I went to Montana, we decided to pop on over to Idaho Falls and see what's what at Target because it is our job to make sure that Target continues to be alive and well. I mean, Target depends on us, right? I swear, the two of us are like little kids in a candy shop when we walk into that dang store. Even though I have the convenience of living close enough to one that I can swoop in there every now and again, it still takes on a whole different meaning when I go with the Princess.
Well, anyway, I realized that I had only packed long sleeved shirts for my trip and that Katri keeps that classroom smokin hot. Dang, I was not going to do well with all this hot flash crap, right? Well, we wandered around and I finally happened upon a shirt that has Snoopy on it and it says . . . you guessed it . . . "Joe Cool" on the front.
I was instantly gravitated to this dog gone (lol, get it?) shirt because I have a quilt that my mom and sisters made me when I got married on January 5, 1980. On one of the corners is the same picture of Snoopy. My sister, Gail, put the words, "Good ol' Junk Food" on the bottom under him. It's funny because I mostly have always been a pretty healthy eater and I was marrying a body builder who was obsessed with how big and muscular and healthy his body could get. (wow, how things change). Anyway, over the years my kids have often looked at that and made a comment here and there about how I "used to be". Little do they know, it was just a joke! Humor!!
Anyway, Brandilyn has since comandeered the quilt because she loves that it reminds her of me. I now have my new Snoopy shirt to remember that wonderful gesture my family did for me when I decided (for whatever reason) that getting married was a good idea.
Well, anyway, I realized that I had only packed long sleeved shirts for my trip and that Katri keeps that classroom smokin hot. Dang, I was not going to do well with all this hot flash crap, right? Well, we wandered around and I finally happened upon a shirt that has Snoopy on it and it says . . . you guessed it . . . "Joe Cool" on the front.
I was instantly gravitated to this dog gone (lol, get it?) shirt because I have a quilt that my mom and sisters made me when I got married on January 5, 1980. On one of the corners is the same picture of Snoopy. My sister, Gail, put the words, "Good ol' Junk Food" on the bottom under him. It's funny because I mostly have always been a pretty healthy eater and I was marrying a body builder who was obsessed with how big and muscular and healthy his body could get. (wow, how things change). Anyway, over the years my kids have often looked at that and made a comment here and there about how I "used to be". Little do they know, it was just a joke! Humor!!
Anyway, Brandilyn has since comandeered the quilt because she loves that it reminds her of me. I now have my new Snoopy shirt to remember that wonderful gesture my family did for me when I decided (for whatever reason) that getting married was a good idea.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Walk This Way!
Aerosmith. Yep, I used to dig on that song when I was younger. I think I still even have it on my ipod. Bad habits die hard, lol. However, as usual, that's now what my post is about (although I dig on all the hard rockers of my generation, don't get me wrong!)
I've been a runner since the beginning of time, I think. I competed in road races all through my 20's and trained at like 15 miles a day. I discovered (wisely) that it was the absolute perfect way to keep my ADHD (who, me?) in check and allow me to enjoy a fine, tight ass at the same time. I ate like a freaking cow and never gained an ounce. Yeah, smokin hot, I tell you!!!
Well, I quit competing when the children that needed to come out of my body started interfering with my good times. After almost bleeding to death after a run that I took a week after I gave birth to Brandilyn, I decided that my running shoes needed to take a bit of break. Well, kinda. I just didn't train as much or as hard. I still ran every day after I got better, though.
I guess somehow I tore my miniscus (don't know if I spelled that correctly but who gives a rip anyway, right?) recently and it hurts like a mofo. So, Doc says to walk. Wtf? I'm SO not a walker. I HATE walking! It sucks!
Well, while I was up in Montana, I got my happy arse out of bed at the butt crack of dawn each morning and walked 3-1/2 miles. It was colder than you can imagine (by California standards) but I did it nonetheless. I even tried to run a few steps and was quickly shut down by the screaming that was coming from that left knee. Damn! So, after the first day or so I discovered something . . . .
Wait for it, wait for it . . . . Miss Sunshine actually "likes" walking. I mean, I can walk uber fast and work up a sweat. I can actually enjoy the scenery (running, I find myself looking down a lot because I've experienced way too many face plants in the dirt from ignored obstacles). My brain kicks into a very beautiful place where I come up with all these fabulous ideas (just like running only I can kind of remember it better when I'm done). So, today I'm lacing up those running shoes of mine again and I'm heading out for my speed walk. Pretty excited!
I've been a runner since the beginning of time, I think. I competed in road races all through my 20's and trained at like 15 miles a day. I discovered (wisely) that it was the absolute perfect way to keep my ADHD (who, me?) in check and allow me to enjoy a fine, tight ass at the same time. I ate like a freaking cow and never gained an ounce. Yeah, smokin hot, I tell you!!!
Well, I quit competing when the children that needed to come out of my body started interfering with my good times. After almost bleeding to death after a run that I took a week after I gave birth to Brandilyn, I decided that my running shoes needed to take a bit of break. Well, kinda. I just didn't train as much or as hard. I still ran every day after I got better, though.
I guess somehow I tore my miniscus (don't know if I spelled that correctly but who gives a rip anyway, right?) recently and it hurts like a mofo. So, Doc says to walk. Wtf? I'm SO not a walker. I HATE walking! It sucks!
Well, while I was up in Montana, I got my happy arse out of bed at the butt crack of dawn each morning and walked 3-1/2 miles. It was colder than you can imagine (by California standards) but I did it nonetheless. I even tried to run a few steps and was quickly shut down by the screaming that was coming from that left knee. Damn! So, after the first day or so I discovered something . . . .
Wait for it, wait for it . . . . Miss Sunshine actually "likes" walking. I mean, I can walk uber fast and work up a sweat. I can actually enjoy the scenery (running, I find myself looking down a lot because I've experienced way too many face plants in the dirt from ignored obstacles). My brain kicks into a very beautiful place where I come up with all these fabulous ideas (just like running only I can kind of remember it better when I'm done). So, today I'm lacing up those running shoes of mine again and I'm heading out for my speed walk. Pretty excited!
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Talk To Me
I have renewed my love affair with Sigur Ros. They are an Icelandic group and I can't understand a word they are saying. The music stirs the depths of my soul and I feel ALIVE when I'm listening to their funky rhythm. I can't say enough about it. And . . . what's my deal with people who speak a different language anyway? I mean, these people can be doing Satanic chants (I'm sure they're not) for all I know and everytime the guy opens his mouth to sing a word I'm THERE!!
I'm not too into Asian and Spanish because I hear it ALL the time. There is no novelty there and, actually with Spanish, I'm able to sort of communicate what I want (especially when they are working up here on the compound). Funny story about that, actually. These guys came up to do some work for me and I was trying to ask them a question. Finally, one of the guys who spoke "some" English said to me in a very broken up way "You speak Spanish! This is wonderful!" Um ..... hello? If I spoke fluent Spanish would you be having the need to say that to me in English? Duh???
Well, I already blogged about my fascination with Swedes of late. What's THAT all about? Right? I was chatting with Brian on the phone last night and he was telling me how amazing the Swedes in his apartment are. They go out and hang out with Swedish girls and he's so hung up on their amazing accent and . . . get this . . . he asks them to say stuff in Swedish to him. Sounds like his mom. Crap.
Well, I am happy to announce that I own, I think, EVERY album Sigur Ros has made. I haven't listened to them in awhile because I wander into many different phases of my music likes or dislikes. Right now, today, I can hardly wait to get in my car and just blast my stereo as loud as I dare. Courtney absolutely HATES it because she likes that sugary sweet disgusting pop stuff that drives me batty. I love how she gives me the nastiest looks when I turn on my Deadbeat or Drum Sex or Sigur Ros or Explosions in the Sky. Dang I'm fun!!
I'm not too into Asian and Spanish because I hear it ALL the time. There is no novelty there and, actually with Spanish, I'm able to sort of communicate what I want (especially when they are working up here on the compound). Funny story about that, actually. These guys came up to do some work for me and I was trying to ask them a question. Finally, one of the guys who spoke "some" English said to me in a very broken up way "You speak Spanish! This is wonderful!" Um ..... hello? If I spoke fluent Spanish would you be having the need to say that to me in English? Duh???
Well, I already blogged about my fascination with Swedes of late. What's THAT all about? Right? I was chatting with Brian on the phone last night and he was telling me how amazing the Swedes in his apartment are. They go out and hang out with Swedish girls and he's so hung up on their amazing accent and . . . get this . . . he asks them to say stuff in Swedish to him. Sounds like his mom. Crap.
Well, I am happy to announce that I own, I think, EVERY album Sigur Ros has made. I haven't listened to them in awhile because I wander into many different phases of my music likes or dislikes. Right now, today, I can hardly wait to get in my car and just blast my stereo as loud as I dare. Courtney absolutely HATES it because she likes that sugary sweet disgusting pop stuff that drives me batty. I love how she gives me the nastiest looks when I turn on my Deadbeat or Drum Sex or Sigur Ros or Explosions in the Sky. Dang I'm fun!!
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