“Well, there is nothing to discuss because there is nothing to talk about! . . . So what are you going to do with the rest of your life?”
Reflections as we hit the road again.
No matter our day, no matter our challenges each day we get to decide who we are and who we choose to be. Our choices dictate our being, our being dictates what we do and what we do dictates what we have.
Because this just confirms what I already knew. And, these results do not change what I am continuing to do. What I will continue to eat. Our path is our lifestyle. My healing journey doesn’t stop now. It actually confirms that I must keep going. I will keep going. I will continue to progressively move to a higher and higher percentage of plant based eating. I will continue to heal my body.
Last year during December 2015, January and February 2016 it was hard to blog. It was hard to post. So today I am thankful I can write about what went on those few months. I am thankful Ryan was given a second chance at life.
The body has an innate ability to heal, yet we live as if this were untrue. We are causing disease to ourselves thru toxicity and deficiencies, yet we live as if this were untrue. Until we take responsibility for where we are, we will continue to live as mere lost sheep.
As I looked at the vastness of the canyon, somehow I could see the beauty of the treacherous path. The beauty that can only be seen on the road less traveled.
It was as if the gun had just went off at the raceway, but two thoroughbreds had already taken the second quarter turn before we could even get off of the starting blocks. It was the race of our lives and we needed to chase down not just one quarter horse, but two. The cancer quarter horse and the out of control havoc causing fluid horse. It was a race I was afraid we would lose. For the first time in this journey, it was a race I was afraid we had fallen too far behind.
Wow. What a hard day. What an emotional day. I woke up a little earlier this morning anticipating a full day filled with information, meetings and goodbyes. I should have known the day would be filled with strong emotions. But, who can ever be prepared for these types of situations?
The thoughts you never thought you’d have.
The call you never thought you’d get.
The word you never want to hear for you . . .