We are all healers.

It is time for us all to embrace the calling.

“To me, a witch is a woman that is capable of letting her intuition take hold of her actions, that communes with her environment, that isn't afraid of facing challenges.”
― Paulo Coelho

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No one is more surprised than I am to find myself at the ripe old age of 62!  So far it feels better than all of my other years put together; my 60’s have brought me a feeling of confidence that I never expected!  None of the wrinkles, bumps and spots are quite as difficult to swallow as I thought that they would be and several years ago with my husbands support I decided to reinvent myself completely and embark on a creative lifestyle change, one that I intend will propel me into the next 50 with tons of energy! 

I have been happily married to the same amazing guy for 40 years and we have a wonderful 34 year old son who is currently living in New York City with his wonderful wife. Sooner than later I’m going to be a Fairy Granny!

All of my life I've been drawn to helping others create lives of full self-expression. I spent most of my time in high school "counseling" my friends who would seek me out because somehow they thought that I had the answers. During a time of highly charged personal challenges that I was facing as a very young woman in a very young marriage, I spent much of my time with a marvelous social worker who encouraged me to look more deeply within myself and to express the passion and gift that I had for healing work , a concept which at that time seemed a bit weird to me, but was absolutely spot on.

Starting in 1984,  I spent the next 2 decades learning everything that I could from LaWanna Rine about traditional herbalism and aromatherapy. I quickly became obsessed with the teachings of the Sacred Feminine and the older ways, the Wise Woman Traditions. I became the Witch that everyone but me knew that I was.

At the same time I was spending some weekends at the Phoenicia Pathwork Center in New York State with my mentor Haas Tobey and a group of amazing healers learning to work with the energy that had begun to flow almost uncontrollably from my hands. It was a wonderful time for me. In Phoenicia I learned that the energy that I was experiencing wasn't "mine", but instead I was becoming the conduit for something that to this day I don't quite understand, but acknowledge as a gift from a universal source.

It was the very lesson that I needed to be able to use the abilities I'd been given. I spent my time there working with others while at the same time healing my own wounds. Facing my own demons allowed me the strength, wisdom and compassion to truly begin to work with others in a way that was safe, expressive and powerful.

 
When I wasn't in Phoenicia, I was working with a group of extraordinary healers that my husband and I started, offering safe and sacred energy work to anyone who needed it through the laying on of hands in the safe, loving space of our home.

I'm convinced that anyone has the capacity to be a healer, mostly you just need to get out of your own way. Healing can happen anywhere, at any time.

During that whole time I was living a dual life. I was the President of one of the most prominent gift and tableware specialty stores in the city of Cleveland.  I was  a member of the Cleveland Junior League , I sat on the board of the Cleveland Orchestra as well as The Better Business Bureau and The Cleveland Museum of Art. I was also creating tableware styling and design for Julia Child and Jacque Pepin's cookbooks and television shows.  

Life though has a way of showing over and over again what you need though. Often I’d find myself sitting on the love seat in my store with my arms around a customer who was sobbing because they’d just confided in me about some of the things happening in their lives.  Finally, my husband said to me, “ Do you think that you’re missing something?”
 
Everything in me was screaming “ yes” but I still wasn’t sure that I was comfortable with the concept of “ Beth, the coach “ or  “Beth, the Healer”.  I didn’t know it yet, but that was about to change, and fast.

Fast forward a few years to 2003 when I closed my families business and began to take care of both of my parents for the next 6 years. In 2009 I found myself facing the death of both my parents and wondering after being their caregiver for so many years what was next. Sadly, I watched my mother die from severe complications stemming from her type 2 diabetes, a disease which is now known to be largely environmental and in many cases easily managed through diet and exercise. 

My journey to create optimal health and wellness for myself has been a lifelong one, but that was when I decided to take it really seriously. Ever since I’d closed my business , I’d longed to find work that would feel as meaningful in my life as my families business had always been.  When it comes to food I’ve always been a very good cook, but after I watched my mother die from the complications of diabetes I realized that it wasn't enough to just cook well...I knew that I needed to learn to cook smart or I could be next.

My personal epiphany came while I was working almost non-stop using Chinese herbs and other alternative modalities to keep my fathers immune system functioning well in the nursing home where he lived.  At the age of 90 he had contracted a urinary tract infection there which almost killed him. Because of the mistakes made by the infectious disease Doctors who were caring for him, his urinary infection morphed into a deadly strain of klebsiella, a superbug that was completely resistant to all but two antibiotics. They told me that nothing could be done and sent him back to the nursing home in a coma to die. I spent a month of my life in a protective suit, headgear and gloves. 

I was, needless to say, furious. 

Rather than watch him suffer a slow and agonizing death, my family and I sprang into action.

He was constantly having what are known as “ fevers of unknown origin” which his physicians could find no reason for. Functioning as my fathers patient advocate, I demanded a rheumatological consult and discovered that his immune system was completely out of whack due to chronic inflammation, dehydration and candida. 

We immediately got him on the correct medications and within days he began to reemerge into consciousness. He could not chew or swallow for three months so  I began to feed him myself with pureed food that I cooked, specifically tailored to not just his needs but his tastes.

 I added the herbs I knew would help, Reiki, aromatherapy, everything that I could think of.  After 6 months we took a deep breath and took him off of the antibiotic because were were terrified of creating a strain of this superbug that couldn’t be controlled. Slowly he regained his strength and after that horrid episode was alive for almost three more years! I really took a lot of abuse from his Doctors but in the end they were astonished.  I kept him on those herbs for three years and they never knew it.
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The day before he died at the ripe old age of 93, I called a meeting of the board of directors of the nursing home and told them everything I’d been doing. They were horrified, but I knew that he was dying so I also knew that they wouldn’t be able to kick him out and trust me, they would have, all for taking my fathers health and life more seriously than they did. I’ll always be grateful to the nurses who never let on to the top brass, even though they knew what I was doing. I discovered then that sometimes (actually I believe more than not) it takes good old fashioned common sense to find the answer to problems like I’d been facing.

It was one of the hardest things that I’ve ever done, working to keep him healthy for those few years, but we had such amazing times with him until he passed. It was so very worth it and I am truly grateful that somehow I was able to do it.
  
It shocked and enraged me that there were preventable illnesses everywhere in what was one of the most expensive (11000.00 a month) and highly regarded nursing homes in the city, diseases ranging from chronic urinary tract infections and inflammation to staph, mrsa , klebsiella and C.diff.  As I did my research I discovered that it was easily traceable to the food that the residents were served, food that was cheap, poor quality , unappealingly prepared and of the lowest nutritional value. As I did my research I realized that many of the problems that we’d been facing with my father were systemic throughout our American culture. We were indeed living in a middle class food desert.

I began to look around and discovered that most of the people that I knew and loved were eating food that was of marginal quality in an almost robotic fashion. They simply weren't thinking about it.  I started watching the children around me, and realized that they were getting sicker and sicker at much earlier ages. The more I looked around, the more I uncovered. I was blown away. I saw many of my friends eating food that I wouldn’t have fed my dogs and they weren’t even paying attention to it. They didn’t see the correlation between how poorly they felt and what they were eating and drinking. They simply did not know anything about the food that they were eating. 

It’s funny. I’d always known it, but the day that the head chef at my father’s nursing home sadly admitted to me that they fed each resident on $7.00 a day was the day that I became a bit of a warrior. I decided then and there that it was my mission to educate others about life, food and spirit and I haven’t looked back yet.
 
It is a simple truth that food matters and so does a balanced quality lifestyle that takes all aspects of what it means to be human into consideration. We truly are what we eat and how we live. At that moment I began to look for a school that could give me the tools that I needed to help others learn to eat and live well no matter their age or means. 

I believed then and I still believe now that the most elegant and effective prescription is to be found at the end of your fork. 

I still believe in my heart that we are all healers.

 I received my certifications at the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and I absolutely love what I do. I say that I help people fall madly in love with their lives again, and my clients will tell you, I don’t rest until that happens!  I've been giving lectures on cooking and entertaining for decades and have always really enjoyed helping others create lives for themselves that they love!  I’m blessed that I get to do what I love in helping others learn to live fully and this has been a wonderful next step for me. Anyone that knows me well knows that there’s nothing I love more than a good celebration.
 
 Everyday can be an excuse to express your own creativity and joy or as my mother always put it “Everyday should always be a day for candles and wine!” I love to encourage my clients to experience the magic to be found through living in synchronicity with the seasons and because I can never stray too far from my roots, I help them integrate their dietary changes into a beautiful lifestyle that reflects who they have and are continuing to become!

I cannot talk enough about what this personal rebirth has meant for me.  When my father died, it was the final push that I needed. My dad had always seen that I subtly integrated this work into almost everything that I did for him in our family business. he knew who I was..he literally called me “The Weird One”, with nothing but pure affection. I had the honor of being with him in his last hours and it may sound funny to some of you, but when he took his last breath I literally heard his voice and felt his hand on my shoulder like I had so many times before.  He said, “Go take of yourself now, be weird, NO EXCUSES.”

So as I’d always done, I followed his sage advice. My father had an uncanny way of truly “knowing “ all of his children so I’ve always listened to him whenever he had something to tell me and this time was no different.  I would encourage anyone of you reading this to pursue the inspirations and dreams that may be germinating in your heart right now. You won’t be sorry, I promise you. The old saying that life’s too short does apply here and you truly don’t need to uproot yourself to begin to create and live your life as a work of art. It’s a journey that does begin with a few steps, which is as cliché as it gets, but they’re important steps to take.
 
If you’re thinking about making any kind of change in your life, I can’t support you enough. This crazy world of ours needs more of us to follow our dreams and less of us to live uninspiring half lives.

If I can help you water any of those seeds, please feel free to let me know!  Good luck! I wish for all of us joy, abundance and great success on this truly amazing journey we call life!

Healer, Shaman, Witch, Curandera, Strega, Herbalist, Aromatherapist, Mystic, Gardener, Medicine Woman…….

This world needs us right now…All of us.

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Listen to your heart and answer the call.

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