Facial Reflexology. Now that's a term not heard everyday, especially in Louisiana. Here in Colorado, though, it seems to be a pretty rampant practice. I have grown up in a family of doctors and nurses...so learning about all these natural remedies for anything from illnesses and diseases to skin care is a slight stretch. Let me tell you something though...I love this stuff! No, I'm not going to move to the mountains with a dog named Duke (totally stole that idea from a guy friend-of-mine) and swear off makeup, Botox and Brazilian Blowouts (which I am in love with!), but I do believe that there is a place for natural healing in the world. I believe that in this week in Denver learning about Facial Reflexology, God is at work in a mighty way. Honestly though...I have to constantly guard my thoughts and intentions. See, my human nature wants to heal everyone for my own satisfaction and glory. That's a load of crap. I'm learning to humble myself before my Savior's hand everyday here. It's difficult. It's intense. It's fantastic!
The practice of Facial Reflexology is triggering reflexes in the body by manipulating points and meridian lines in the face for the purpose of un-blocking energy flow and naturally beginning to heal any physical problems or ailments. It's a mixture of Ayurvedic, Oriental, Chinese, Vietnamese, South American, as well as other influences drawn into a type of healing touch. Pretty big stuff, huh. Yeah, I've got more knowledge crammed in my tiny, little brain from the past 4 days than I care to spit out right now. I'm definitely going to be studying and practicing for a while! I do love the fact that this knowledge is being presented in a strictly medical stand-point...and I work for a fabulous physician who welcomes natural healing with open arms! I freakin' love my job!! :)
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Bride of Christ: A Colorado revalation
I'm in the middle of reading "So Long Insecurity" by Beth Moore. It's been brutal, wonderful and challenging all at the same time. I love those kinds of books. Sure, Nicholas Sparks will always hold a special place in my heart for his sappy love stories, but sometimes I need to read a book that is going to stimulate my spiritual growth rather than my tear ducts. Through this Beth Moore book, I've been convicted of so many insecurities that are hinderances to my walk with Christ...but one issue that has me in a hangman's noose is, well, love. That darn four-letter word. Recently I had gone through a stage where I felt like I was unworthy of it. From anyone.
To make a LONG story short, I got hit in the face during a sermon this past fall. Who am I to put myself in a box like that? I think my first blog was actually about this issue. Anyway...I'm in Denver for a continuing ed. class right now, and I couldn't have a better roommate for a trip like this! I believe God has the power to show whoever He wants ANYTHING He wants WHENEVER He wants....but believe you me... this was great timing to hit ME between the eyes. My sweet roommate and I were discussing the feelings of unworthiness of a physical/emotional relationship, and she (being MUCH wiser than I) re-introduced me to the notion of us as Christian women being the brides of Christ. Sure, I had always heard that in the Bible, but did I really pay attention? Nope.
Think about it for a minute, single ladies. When Christ was hanging on the cross dying, He was thinking about you. He was DYING. For you. He was the ULTIMATE gentleman. Yes, I understand that I just compared Christ to the other dumb "gentlemen" in this world...but He really is the epitome of what a man should be. Guess what?? He chose YOU as His bride. He wants to be apart of you and you apart of him. No other man on this earth can EVER love you like He does. Guess what else..? He's got a mansion waiting for you when it's your time to come home to him. :) Wow! Praise Jesus. He resurrected from the grave to show you that He conquered death for you.
I'm not saying that men are scum. Sure, some are schmucks, but we're all human. Personally, I don't think any guy is gonna be good enough for my sister, nor do I think any little "pop tart" is gonna be right for my little brother...yet I tend to fall for the jerks/punks/rejects/spiritual-stumbling-blocks. I know that Christ is looking at me just shaking his head saying something like "My child, don't you know that My love for you should be enough?"
To make a LONG story short, I got hit in the face during a sermon this past fall. Who am I to put myself in a box like that? I think my first blog was actually about this issue. Anyway...I'm in Denver for a continuing ed. class right now, and I couldn't have a better roommate for a trip like this! I believe God has the power to show whoever He wants ANYTHING He wants WHENEVER He wants....but believe you me... this was great timing to hit ME between the eyes. My sweet roommate and I were discussing the feelings of unworthiness of a physical/emotional relationship, and she (being MUCH wiser than I) re-introduced me to the notion of us as Christian women being the brides of Christ. Sure, I had always heard that in the Bible, but did I really pay attention? Nope.
Think about it for a minute, single ladies. When Christ was hanging on the cross dying, He was thinking about you. He was DYING. For you. He was the ULTIMATE gentleman. Yes, I understand that I just compared Christ to the other dumb "gentlemen" in this world...but He really is the epitome of what a man should be. Guess what?? He chose YOU as His bride. He wants to be apart of you and you apart of him. No other man on this earth can EVER love you like He does. Guess what else..? He's got a mansion waiting for you when it's your time to come home to him. :) Wow! Praise Jesus. He resurrected from the grave to show you that He conquered death for you.
I'm not saying that men are scum. Sure, some are schmucks, but we're all human. Personally, I don't think any guy is gonna be good enough for my sister, nor do I think any little "pop tart" is gonna be right for my little brother...yet I tend to fall for the jerks/punks/rejects/spiritual-stumbling-blocks. I know that Christ is looking at me just shaking his head saying something like "My child, don't you know that My love for you should be enough?"
Friday, December 10, 2010
The ABC’s of the Christmas holiday: light-hearted
A- Afghan. Best moments in life are spent snuggling.
B- Bows. Ya gotta put somethin’ on top of all those boxes!
C- Carols. Come on, this is the only time you get to sing those Christmas songs.
D- Decorations. Duh! It’s Christmas!
E- Egg nog. Long winter nights, fireplace roaring...wouldn’t be complete without egg nog.
F- Family. You may not like it, but blood runs deeper than water, my friend.
G- Gifts. Believe it or not, it’s NOT just the thought that counts.
H- Heaters. Them tootsies gonna get froze in that deer stand without one!
I- Icicles. Don’t walk under ‘em.
J- Jelly. ...because I really wanna poke Santa’s belly and see if that’s what comes out!
K- Kay Jewelers. Dumbest commercials in all of television this time of year.
L- Lights. Go outshine your neighbors.
M- Mistletoe. Overrated.
N- Naughty or Nice. Well...?
O- Open. Boxes under the tree are pretty, but it’s what’s IN those boxes that make things exciting on Christmas!
P- Packages. Presents. Parcels. Exciting!
Q- Quest. Everyone’s looking for that perfect gift.
R- Remote control Hummer. Maybe this year...
S- Snow. Please! Just one year give us a white Christmas!
T- Tree. Decorated. We’ve got 9.
U- Unite. Each year over Christmas, friends, families and loved ones get together to celebrate the season.
V- Vests. It happens every year. SOMEBODY wears the tacky Christmas vests.
W- White Christmas. Classic film! -a holiday must-see.
X- Xmas. X is greek for Christ. Don’t be ignorant. Look it up.
Y- Yule tide. NOT Roll tide!
Z- zzzz’s. With all the excitement, try to get some sleep this season.
Struck down but not destroyed
Sick in bed today. Dumb. Get this though...Advil, bananas, Goldfish, Poweraid, water, Thieves, Suphedrine, Argentyne 23, and 4 different Sprayologys are being used in the making of a healthier me right now. Working for a Doc is pretty much a guarantee that if, on the off-chance you actually DO get sick, you won't be that way for long.
Jr. year in college my Psych professor told our class that the best way to get over a sickness is to bore the bacteria. See, bacteria love to be active and have a life just like we do. When we are active, they start dancing, bouncing around and multiply like crazy! If we stay in bed, drink nothing but water and watch daytime television, then they will get bored with your sorry self and hit the road. Now...I know you're rolling those eyes, but her point, though a tad on the loony side, is valid. It's better to be out of commission for one day than try to "tough it out" in utter misery for a whole week or two. Look, the best way to stay healthy is to take care of your body. It's the only one you've got.
Jr. year in college my Psych professor told our class that the best way to get over a sickness is to bore the bacteria. See, bacteria love to be active and have a life just like we do. When we are active, they start dancing, bouncing around and multiply like crazy! If we stay in bed, drink nothing but water and watch daytime television, then they will get bored with your sorry self and hit the road. Now...I know you're rolling those eyes, but her point, though a tad on the loony side, is valid. It's better to be out of commission for one day than try to "tough it out" in utter misery for a whole week or two. Look, the best way to stay healthy is to take care of your body. It's the only one you've got.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Responsi-freakin-bility
Lately, I've been a big advocate of having responsibility. Freakin' own up to your issues! Life's too short to dance around what needs to be done.
Now...before this gets too far, here are a few things that I am NOT saying in this post:
1.) Don't have fun.
2.) Never live "in the moment."
2b) Never suddenly change your mind.
3.) You are not allowed to make mistakes...because Lord knows I'VE never made any...(psh)
With that said, yes, I was 19 once....and 20....but whatever. Those were definitely the days of irresponsibility. The thing is, I still got through college, and I still had my goals. My decisions at 19 and 20 never reflected too harshly on the rest of my life.
There are just certain things in life that should be done. Pay your bills. Try (oh for-the-love-of-God TRY) to live among your means. Do what you say you're going to do. Set goals...and actually strive to reach those goals! Look...life is exciting. It's fun and full of adventures. Don't miss out on an opportunity just because of lack of responsibility!
I really don't mean for this to be anything but motivating! Strive for excellence in whatever you do! Carpe Diem. Get-r-done. Go Jo!
Now...before this gets too far, here are a few things that I am NOT saying in this post:
1.) Don't have fun.
2.) Never live "in the moment."
2b) Never suddenly change your mind.
3.) You are not allowed to make mistakes...because Lord knows I'VE never made any...(psh)
With that said, yes, I was 19 once....and 20....but whatever. Those were definitely the days of irresponsibility. The thing is, I still got through college, and I still had my goals. My decisions at 19 and 20 never reflected too harshly on the rest of my life.
There are just certain things in life that should be done. Pay your bills. Try (oh for-the-love-of-God TRY) to live among your means. Do what you say you're going to do. Set goals...and actually strive to reach those goals! Look...life is exciting. It's fun and full of adventures. Don't miss out on an opportunity just because of lack of responsibility!
I really don't mean for this to be anything but motivating! Strive for excellence in whatever you do! Carpe Diem. Get-r-done. Go Jo!
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Braces Glasses Crutches.
When I was in Jr. High/High School I went through this phase where I wanted to be a dork. Braces, Glasses and Crutches. Yeah, I don't know what I was thinking.... Then the 'braces' request was granted in 7th grade. THAT ended up being more of a pain-in-the-butt (or should I say in the MOUTH) than I bargained for. Not to mention the 2 oral surgeries that came out of it, but whatever. I have yet to have crutches. Thank. God. ...but today I got glasses.
Now, they're just reading glasses, but it's still an adjustment. Sure, they're exciting because they're new, but eventually they're gonna just get old. Don't get me wrong...they're way cute! It just seems like they're going to end up being just another thing I have to carry around - another small reason to need a big purse.
I'd been having these bad headaches in the back of my head around my occipital bone. (That's the base of your skull, fyi). Well, for a while I thought it was just when I was on my iPad. Then, I gradually began to realize it might be stemming from my eyeballs. Since I barely passed the vision part of my driver's license renewal process...thought maybe I outta give the eye doctor a shot. Ha. So here I am, on my computer, trying to get used to having four eyes. Don't worry. I'm wishing MYSELF luck.
Now, they're just reading glasses, but it's still an adjustment. Sure, they're exciting because they're new, but eventually they're gonna just get old. Don't get me wrong...they're way cute! It just seems like they're going to end up being just another thing I have to carry around - another small reason to need a big purse.
I'd been having these bad headaches in the back of my head around my occipital bone. (That's the base of your skull, fyi). Well, for a while I thought it was just when I was on my iPad. Then, I gradually began to realize it might be stemming from my eyeballs. Since I barely passed the vision part of my driver's license renewal process...thought maybe I outta give the eye doctor a shot. Ha. So here I am, on my computer, trying to get used to having four eyes. Don't worry. I'm wishing MYSELF luck.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Appreciative Presentation
I'm a Massage Therapist. That does not require a college education- not even a community college education! All you've gotta do is have at least taken the GED and be at least 18 years of age. Check and check.
I went to college because I felt like I had to. All of my friends were doing it, so I should too. The fact that I got to play golf for my education was an added bonus! All throughout those four years of hel.....I mean classes...I got a feel for what information I was going to use in the future because I knew I was going to Massage Therapy school afterwards. Anatomy, Physiology, Biology, Chemistry...as yuck as 3/4 of those classes were, I needed them. I tried to pay attention and learn as best I could. It was the English classes and the History classes that I pretty much BS'd my way through. Little did I know that I was actually going to USE this knowledge for my CAREER!
A couple of weeks ago my boss presented me with an opportunity to speak at a Lunch-n-Learn to a Healthy Women's group that I suddenly found myself in the predicament of putting together a speech and powerpoint presentation on Massage Therapy. Well, in college, and even high school, presentations were usually done in a group. Each group, though they may be nervous, always knew that there was another group nervous as well because they were going to have to present next. If not, those groups were usually nervous about how their presentation went over with the teacher. Well, I'm the featured. (If that sentence doesn't make that much sense...it's because I really didn't know how to use "featured" and "me" in the same context. I'm the one speaking. To everybody. Yeah.)
Believe it or not, I'm kinda excited about this. I'm speaking on something I'm passionate about, and I get to educate women on the importance of this alternative medicine that is Massage Therapy. Putting this powerpoint presentation together was actually a breeze. As much as I hate to admit it, because let's face it, everybody's got some pride...I'm appreciative of all those damn presentations. They really pulled through for me on this one.
I went to college because I felt like I had to. All of my friends were doing it, so I should too. The fact that I got to play golf for my education was an added bonus! All throughout those four years of hel.....I mean classes...I got a feel for what information I was going to use in the future because I knew I was going to Massage Therapy school afterwards. Anatomy, Physiology, Biology, Chemistry...as yuck as 3/4 of those classes were, I needed them. I tried to pay attention and learn as best I could. It was the English classes and the History classes that I pretty much BS'd my way through. Little did I know that I was actually going to USE this knowledge for my CAREER!
A couple of weeks ago my boss presented me with an opportunity to speak at a Lunch-n-Learn to a Healthy Women's group that I suddenly found myself in the predicament of putting together a speech and powerpoint presentation on Massage Therapy. Well, in college, and even high school, presentations were usually done in a group. Each group, though they may be nervous, always knew that there was another group nervous as well because they were going to have to present next. If not, those groups were usually nervous about how their presentation went over with the teacher. Well, I'm the featured. (If that sentence doesn't make that much sense...it's because I really didn't know how to use "featured" and "me" in the same context. I'm the one speaking. To everybody. Yeah.)
Believe it or not, I'm kinda excited about this. I'm speaking on something I'm passionate about, and I get to educate women on the importance of this alternative medicine that is Massage Therapy. Putting this powerpoint presentation together was actually a breeze. As much as I hate to admit it, because let's face it, everybody's got some pride...I'm appreciative of all those damn presentations. They really pulled through for me on this one.
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