My husband and I recently contracted to have some work done to the outside of our house. Winter is just around the corner, and several places on the roof needed repair.
The contractor came that first day, sun shining, full crew and eager to start, but they did not finish. After that first day, they never returned, despite the fact that the job was incomplete. We paid them a large portion of the agreement at the end of that first day and haven’t seen them since. Paying without completion of work was probably the problem, but that’s the subject of another story.
As I write this, it’s day 18 (but who’s counting?) after the project began, and the last little bit that will complete the roof repair remains elusively incomplete. I am beginning to accept that the work may never get done. I’m already past the stage of being angry with the contractor. I’ve begun to creep into the “oh-well-I-guess-I-have-to-learn-to-live-with-it-as-it-is” stage.
Good Gut, Bad Gut: FAQ
“Read the Science. Raise Your Hand. Ask Your Questions. Learn the Facts”
Many of you have asked very good questions, so I know you are learning the facts.
1) I can’t see my insides … how do I know if my gut is good or bad?
he relationship between digestion and overall health is much more far-reaching than simply experiencing frank gastrointestinal symptoms. Various mental and physical ailments, such as ADD and autoimmune diseases, have been observed to have their origins in poor digestive health. The way you might know if an illness is related to the gut is if there are chronic problems that began after a gastrointestinal event, even years previous. Also, if foods seem to be bothersome, even if the symptoms present in remote areas such as on the skin, the respiratory tract or neurologically, it can potentially mean the gut is disturbed and is worth investigation. (more…)
Infected cysts and boils are essentially the same in that the infection is what calls our attention to the problem.
Hot, red, swollen, tender and screaming for attention.
Get to the dermatologist! No, to the surgeon! No, to ye olde witches! They know about boils and warts and all things yucky, right?
Stop! These kinds of infections can be addressed with a no-knife and no-toadstool protocol I learned in Calcutta beside the team of homeopathic physicians. (more…)
Belladonna. It means “Beautiful Woman” in that most poetic of languages, Italian. Our history tells us that the herb was made into eye drops to cause the pupils to dilate, thus making the eyes look more seductive. A ruse perhaps once employed by the Venetian courtesans? In any case, that falls under the category of “Don’t try this at home!”
Belladonna in gross form is very poisonous and ingestion of even a small amount can cause death. Not for no reason did my mother call it “deadly nightshade!” When I was a child, she made the plant known to me, and I steered clear — by no means tempted to sample the wares of the Grim Reaper. (more…)
I don’t consider myself a jealous person. I usually find inspiration in those who have achieved or have more than I, but with that said, allow me to confess a moment of desire that altered my life.
About 27 years ago, having recently discovered homeopathy, I sat engaged in an appointment with my homeopath.
Her seven-year-old daughter knocked at the door of the consulting room and peeped in. She was pale and perspiring, and in a feeble little voice, she breathed, “I’m sick. My stomach hurts.”
My homeopath went to her cabinet, tucked into the corner of this office, where she had a stash of a hundred homeopathic remedies from which she dispensed the little pills. She plucked a remedy from the lot, opened the bottle, released the pills into the cap and tossed them into her daughter’s opened mouth.
She had complete confidence in her ability to address her child’s needs. (more…)
“Sweet!” crowed Travis, the 16-year-old, as he rose up with renewed strength.
Just hours ago, Travis had been suffering from a 103-degree fever, pounding headache and relentless nausea. After three doses of Belladonna 30C and a much-needed nap, this pale, emotional child was made whole.
Since it was Saturday night, this meant he would be able to go to his school dance.
His parents had no reservations. (more…)
Nothing sends a parent into a frenzy like these four little words, “Your child has lice.” Even reading the word on the page probably has you reaching for your head to give a cursory scratch. (more…)