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The journey to becoming a healer (and saying that I am a healer out loud...with words...that people could hear) has taken me years. I grew up in a fairly left-brained family, surrounded by steady, logical people. I didn't quite fit into that box but I wasn't completely outside of it either. I had a healthy skepticism and a curious mind. And I guess a healthy dose of "I'll do it myself"-ness. I wandered from career to career as an adult searching for what I wanted to be when I grew up. The problem was that I wanted to be many things...and none of those things. I just didn't quite fit in anywhere. But when my youngest daughter was diagnosed with dyslexia we took her to an energy worker who focused in learning differences and ADD. I was in awe of what he was doing, and also pretty skeptical. But then things began to shift for her in what science would call "statistically significant" ways. And so I turned my eye to healing and have never looked back. I have had many moments over the past five years where I was just not ready to believe the things I was learning, and like a cat, headed towards a bath, I had my feet out and my refusal fluffed. And then it would happen, that magic moment where I watched someone heal using light, sound, stones, even what I call my "kindergarten felts" for color. To quote Rev. Darlene Strickland, "You cannot Poo Poo the Woo Woo when it happens to You You!" And so here I am, getting my doctorate in Natural Medicine a program designed to train the future Quantum Doctors of the world. And ready to share my special kind of crazy.