I am so very filled with Gratitude knowing that my days are literally numbered at my present place of employment.
I have been grateful for this job for the past 3+ years, but, admittedly, have been praying for a reprieve the past several months. I know my limits… and I am damn near reaching them with my “employers” and most certainly my supervisor.
I attempted to approach her today on the possibility that I could grocery shop on Saturday AM for the fresh vegetables & fruits that I would like to eat on my 2 sixteen hour days each Saturday & Sunday. The block staff that work on Sunday also enjoys fresh produce in her daily lifestyle, so, we were happy that we ate many things similarly. Needless to say, in an indirect way, my supervisor told me today that the standard American diet does not adhere to the federal guidelines for maintaining good health so, if I chose to eat a vegetarian diet, or, if I preferred romaine lettuce over the standard ‘head lettuce’, I could provide my own meals for my 2 consecutive 16 hour shifts. They would not approve of my purchasing ‘red’ bell peppers vs. green , spring mix vs. head lettuce. I left knowing that it is a good thing that I am planning my escape. They are dysfunctional and I can choose to surround myself with folks that have a similar lifestyle philosophy.
ALL of the clients in the house are on either stool softeners or laxatives or both. Why? Because the majority of their meals are meat based with little to NO regard of how much fiber is in their diet.
If ever you should wonder if the amount of fresh, raw fruits and vegetables you have in your daily lifestyle diet has anything whatsoever to do with the quality of how well your digestive system functions on a daily basis, rest assured, that through my own personal experience and that of my 3 years working with ‘special needs’ folks, watching what they are fed, along with the meds they are given… there is indeed a correlation between diet and health!
So, yes, I am filled with Gratitude, knowing that I can see the light at the end of the tunnel with my so called ‘job’ with the special needs folks. It has become crystal clear that I can not help them. The system does not support my providing a healthier menu, unless I want to provide it on my own dime… and a dime doesn’t go too far these days!
I look forward to my adventure to Texas for my ‘official’ training…
I visualize what my therapy room will look like, the new floor, the LIBBE, an appointment book filled with clients. Regular folks, ready to reach for a higher level of health. Risking to listen to their inner voice that perhaps tells them that the masses don’t know what they are talking about., that it is okay to look for a ‘natural’ method to help them regain or maintain their health., that drugs do nothing to help or restore them to health. That their bodies never were, nor ever will be deficient in drugs.
They will come to learn that eating as close to the earth is the best way to eat, that revving their engine (heart) is a good thing and that ‘milk’ should only be consumed by the young of that species. That fruit trees give unconditionally year after year, that vegetables are a wonderful roughage and that the body thrives without processed white sugar, flour & salt.
If ever I believed that I create my own life, I am excited beyond belief of the one I am presently creating. It is literally falling into my lap. This I take as a sign that I am on the right path, moving towards my ‘purpose’. When things flow, there is little to no resistance, this is when I KNOW that I am moving in the right direction. The energy of the anticipated personal growth consumes me. I wonder why I took so long to manifest this part of my life. then, I accept that it all unfolds in Divine Order, which leads me back to
Gratitude.



















