Homeopathy - A Love Story

Homeopathy.  Beautiful, brilliant homeopathy.  It is a medicine that I have seen heal the deepest sufferings in the lives of my patients.  It is a medicine that I am blessed to have for healing my family.  And of course, it is the medicine that continues to transform my heart, my essence, my life.

My introduction to Homeopathy came at the age of 20.  I was very, very sick at the time and one of my best friends at the time had told her mom of my suffering.  She recommended this amazing Naturopath, who was quite skilled in Homeopathy.  Over the next 3 years or so, she prescribed me homeopathic remedies that changed my life.  After that, I was hooked.  I learned that these magical little pills could shift and transmute the greatest sufferings!

Tonight, I am feeling so much gratitude to these beautiful medicines (and to that friend and her mom!)  The last couple of months have been difficult.  I have been through more downs than ups, my health in this place of struggle again, with days of sadness and pain. 

So, I had to take a huge step back and re-evaluate my life.  What are the most important things to me?  What truly matters?  It is my divine baby, my family and friends, the work I love and the beautiful people who come into my life and teach me more than I could ever dream of. Some boundaries needed to be set for myself and some breathing needed to be done and then, a remedy needed to be taken.  A glorious, magical, divine, homeopathic remedy.  It has saved me, time and time again.  It works with the deepest part of my soul to answer the callings of what needs to be expressed.  It never fails me.  It is a friend, a love, an infinite vibration.  In my heart, it is pure grace.

So today, I will share the Top 10 Reasons why I love Homeopathy and how it has radically changed my life.

1.  Healing the physical pain: 
I see this every day in my practice.  Yet, when it happens in my own body, I think it is a miracle!  Searing joint pain, tender muscle and tendons, bones feeling like they are broken - all healed by homeopathy.  Hair loss, massive skin infections and rashes (gross, I know), nose and mouth ulcers - all healed by homeopathy, pericarditis, pleuritis (major heart and lung pain) - all healed by homeopathy.  There are so many other examples.  But you get my point.  Homeopathy *can* and *does* heal these things.  I know.  I have seen it in my own body. 
M-I-R-A-C-U-L-O-U-S!

2.  Helping me with the fear of death:
So, having a chronic autoimmune disease can be sort of scary.  If I am being completely honest with you, there have been many times I have been afraid of dying, and there have have also been  many other times when death felt like a better option than living in my body.  Homeopathy has helped me realize that I have a purpose here, to shine, to live, to love....I am here to stay.

3.  Connecting me to my authentic self:
Every time I go to see my homeopath, it is a healing within itself.  Simply talking and expressing my truest, most vulnerable thoughts and emotions is deeply healing.  It reminds me that there is so much more going on in my life than I am acknowledging and in those moments, simply expressing it, is deeply healing.  And every time I take a new remedy.  A new part is re-born, connected to and dreamed into being.  It is a truly beautiful process.

4.  Pregnancy and Birth:
Although I had a very painful birth experience, I truly don't believe that I could have gotten through it without the help of homeopathy.  Homeopathy got me through the deepest post partum period, healed my body from the birth trauma and helped me to transmute some of the most deeply healing moments of my lifetime. On a purely physical level, it healed my tissues, helped with bruising and bleeding and helped to dilate my cervix to prevent an induction.

5.  Remembering the inherent vitality within us:
A few weeks ago, I was in a rough spot.  Taking Advil for pain, not being able to walk and feeling so discouraged.  After a remedy was prescribed to both me and my son, the light turned on again.  In 3 days, I could walk again, with no medication.  My son began to sleep.  And I was reminded, again, that we have these incredible strong, vibrant systems that simply need a reminder about how to be well.  Here I thought I was regressing, but I just simply needed this little tune up and all is well again. We are *so* strong and powerful.  Homeopathy simply reminds us of this.

6.  Dreaming/Visionary Medicine:
When I was younger, I would dream of tornadoes.  Lots and lots of tornadoes.  These dreams were anxiety ridden and filled with fearful images, most likely reflecting the state of anxiety I was in at the time. This was a constant recurring dream that I expressed in my first homeopathic consultation.  After my first remedy there were no more tornadoes and a peace and calm came over my whole being.  For the homeopath, dreams are a golden link to what needs to be healed.  Homeopathy has helped me to be more aware of what is going on in my dream time and what this could mean for my life.  Remedies have helped me to connect to my soul, my intuition, and ultimately, my soul's path.  Awesome.

7.  A Natural First Aid Kit:
Homeopathy *rocks* for so many acute and chronic conditions.  In my daily life I have used it to help with fevers, ear aches, teething, asthma, bronchitis, bug bites, diarrhea, vomiting, bumps and bruises, bleeding and so much more!  I am grateful to have the knowledge to treat these ailments with a beautifully natural medicine that has no side effects.

8.  Deep, deep (going into my darkness kinda deep), healing:
Yes, you can go see a homeopath and not have to "go there", but for me, I've never seemed to have that choice.  Homeopathy gently pushes everything up and out.  Sometimes the stuff lingering in my mind, heart and body is dark, crappy and ugly.  And it's not always fun to drudge that up.  Yet, when it surfaces, and I truly feel all of it.  I can then, let it go.  Whether it exits through a good cry, a good talk with a friend, dreaming it out at night or through my body, it gets expressed.  And that, is a good thing.  It has helped me to let go of things that were simply not for my highest good.  Yup.  Homeopathy can do this.  With every remedy prescribed, I am more free.

9.  Grounding, authentic connection:
Before homeopathy, I had spent much of my life living outside of my body.  It was just too darn painful to be in it.  When I welcomed homeopathy into my life, there was a gentle voice that called me back, called me back home, reminding me that it was safe to be here, on this earth, in my body.  That even as this sensitive being, I could be here, live here, and be okay.  And in this, it encouraged me to speak my truth, to be in my light and to shine the rainbow aura that surrounds me.  And so I have.  And so it is.  Connecting to our most authentic truth, is something that homeopathy can do for us if we open our hearts.  All we need to do is trust.

10.  Living with Lupus:
Although I would love to say that I am fully and completely healed, I still have a way to go.  And that is okay.  For there is so much more to learn.  Homeopathy has taught me to love myself, to be more gentle with myself, to let go, to forgive, to trust, to honour, to speak...to be.  Homeopathy has supported me through the darkest times and then has brought illumination to the forefront.  It has been a brilliant ally with me on this journey and I am forever grateful. 

In my heart I see and feel a grand vision of healing.  A Rainbow Dancer sparkling bright, illuminating the vibration of a strong vital force and a heart full of brilliance.  Homeopathy is part of this divine destiny.  It always has been.  The reminder, the force, the beauty, the light.

It is my friend.  It is a gift.

And I am grateful.

Meegwetch,
A. xo


 

Beach Magic

We just returned from a trip to Punta Cana.  It was absolutely glorious.  White sandy beaches, turquoise ocean, waves lapping at my feet.  Absolute perfection.  And I fully experienced every single moment.  The ocean seemed more blue, the trees more lush, the sand more white.  And I wondered why.  I have travelled to many places over the years.  Why is it, that *this* time, it felt different?

And I realized that this was the first time that I went away and felt well.  I was not struggling through any physical ailment.  I was physically healthy.  I am physically healthy.  It happened while I wasn't looking.  It happened. 

Tears are steaming down my face as I write this because I realize that full and complete healing has happened without me looking.  I have worked so hard for this moment.  So hard.  And in the midst of the waves, the wind and the tropical flowers, something blossomed.

I have always been a believer.  I believe in miracles and magic.  I believe that anything is possible...for my clients, for my friends, for my loved ones.  But I realized that there was an old belief system playing in the background for my own healing.  I realized that I have believed that healing must be a struggle, that I must arduously, determinedly and diligently work through each step, layer, by layer of my wounding.  That healing must be treacherous.  That the miracles weren't available...for me.

Perhaps it was a feeling that I don't deserve healing.  Perhaps it was based on an ancestral wounding.  The struggle, the heartache, the trauma, the suffering of my people.

But then the ocean came.  And the ocean did what it was meant to do.  It washed away all of the pain.  And then the wind came.  And the wind did what it was meant to do.  It brought lightness and freedom.  And then the colour came.  The colour of my name sake.  Healing Rainbow Woman.

Healing Rainbow Woman.

And the violets and pinks surrounded me in love and magnificence.  And the turquoises and greens swirled around me in truth and vision.  And the oranges, golds and reds moved in to root and ground all of the healing.

And I breathed.  I breathed so deeply.  I breathed in miracles, magic and hope.  For my given name means hope.  Hope for a better way, hope for a healed outcome, hope for a healed body.

And so it is.

A. xo

Piano Musings...

When I was five, I begged my mom for piano lessons.  She tells me that after my first lesson I told that that it was not anything that I expected.  She said that I told her that I thought it would be all of these children sitting with mini pianos waiting for the teacher to instruct them.  Needless to say, I truly loved what had actually transpired.  I loved the piano.

As I matured, I changed teachers and the piano became a huge part of my life.  At times, it was a source of contention with my mother as there was so much damn practicing.  The shy child within, was pushed to engage in competitions and recitals and some of those experiences were the most beautiful memories of musical accomplishment. 

I was a lover of romantic pieces.  For those of you who played through the Conservatory, it was the List C and D pieces that I melted into.  The technical pieces were not my cup of tea as my sensitive nature wanted to be in my heart and allow my soul to flow. 

Because my mom wanted me to experience all forms of art, I was also heavily involved in dance and had an intense, committed schedule each year to competition and exams.  For some reason dance took over piano and I focused my energy there.

I took my Grade 8 exam and then never looked back. 

Throughout University I would come back to the piano whenever I came back home.  I would flip through all of my favourite pieces and just play from my heart.  I would watch my fingers remember the flow, remember the depth of emotion...just, remember.  I remember going through an intense break up from my first serious relationship.  To heal, I would play the piano.  I would always come back to the piano.

And then, I didn't.

When I got sick, really sick, my hands just stopped working.  I could not bend my fingers for  two years.  To write and admit this makes me feel so sad for my precious hands.  These were hands that helped to facilitate healing, yet outwardly, they appeared imperfect.

And I was ashamed.

Ashamed of the way they curled under, ashamed that I couldn't open a bottle of water, write, tie my shoes, put my socks on.  Ashamed.

I took remedies,  I meditated, did healings, contemplated and searched and dug so deep.  Why could I not heal these hands? 

And there was a whisper.  A whisper that would come in my dreams, a whisper that would come in my cell memory.  It would come when I listened to Chopin and Debussy and envisioned myself playing out my pain.

And then I remembered.  That is exactly what I used to do.  Piano was an outlet.  An outlet for joy.  An outlet for pain . An outlet for the tapestry of emotion that existed in my being.  And it has been stifled for many, many years.  And it was time to come out. 

And then the magic happened.  A dear friend and I were walking in the forest and she told me that her daughter was taking piano lessons from the very same teacher I had 18 years ago!  I was in awe, as I often am after a synchronicity connection. But then I realized that i
t was a calling, a sign.  To come back.  To re-connect.  To heal.

And two weeks ago, I did.  I went back and remembered.  It was one of the most joyful time of my week.  The piano is my medicine, it is a gift to my heart and soul.

In my first lesson back, after 18 years, I looked down at my beautiful crooked hands, with tears in my eyes, grateful.  Grateful for the courage to try again.  Stumbling through the notes, I felt my heart open so wide.  I was home again.  Free to express.  Free to be me.

A. xo

Rooted. Grounded.

When I was in my early 20's I experienced intense physical pain.  The type of pain that makes you want to scream and cry.  The type of pain that you cannot escape and want to suppress. 

It was that kind of pain. And of course, I wanted it to go away.

So, I learned that it was easier to leave my body. This would happen with ease.  In my dream time I would fly.  Fly to different landscapes with hills and valleys.  I would even have a protocol in my dreams as I would take off.  I would jump up into the air and align myself parallel to the earth and then soar into the bright sky.  It was awesome.

Awesome.

Until I had to come back.

And then the pain would come back.

And then in my first year of homeopathy school I met this woman.  She was a magnificent healer.  She told me that in order to heal my pain I would have to feel it.  To stop suppressing it.  To just sit with it.  Feel it with all my being.  Allow it to come. 

And that scared the hell out of me.

But I did.  And the pain healed.

As the years went by, I went through many episodes of different pain.  My body went through awful, awful things.  And I had forgotten.  I had forgotten to just surrender to the pain.  After all, it was much easier to just leave my body.  I had a very difficult time grounding myself. 

I saw many healers.  I did may healings.  And the message was the same.  Ground yourself.  Root yourself to the earth.  You are safe here.  Everything is going to be okay.

But it didn't feel okay.  It did not feel okay to experience all of this physical pain.  Why did I choose this?  Why me? 

Throughout this journey I have learned to see the pain as a blessing.  The teachings have been about Darkness and Light.  Chaos and Peace.  Struggle and Grace.

And I have truly struggled with being here.  On this earth. 

Which may sounds crazy, but it's true.  This earth is dense, it can be heavy for a sensitive one.

The pain has often been too much.  It has challenged me to the depths of my soul.  It has pushed me to the edge of my existence.

And then...

Kai was born.  And in his most gracious, brilliant way, he sprinkled the deepest magic into my life and grounded me here.  Fully and completely.  Permanently.  I am here now.  I surrender to any pain that my body feels.  I choose to be here.  For my son.  For myself.  To experience life to the fullest.  In my body.
 
Forever.

And ever.

And ever.

For it is a lifetime of laughs that I want to hear in my ears.  A lifetime of smiles that I want to see with my eyes.  A lifetime of love that I want to feel with every heartbeat. I want to experience every breath, every step, every accomplishment. 

 

I love my body.  I love being in my body.  I am grounded in body.  And I am not going anywhere but down.  Deep down into my self, into the earth, into the darkness, so I can come into the light.  The light of my deepest love...

A. xo