I was asked to test out a software designed to enhance doTERRA sales and did so with a greater margin of success than expected. I was asked to call in on conference and consult on my use and recommendations, many of which were implemented. I sat through the testimonial shortly after and had a great... Continue Reading →
These aren't normal essential oil carriers; they're handmade in Africa by the Bomake, women who serve more than 3,000 orphans a day. The women are given a sewing machine , taught to sew and provided materials to make these essential oil clutches. One bag is equal to a day's wages, allowing them to continue to support and feed children in the Nation of Orphans.
It wasn't until I made searing contact that I realized it was actually a rosebush. I hit the ground, torn and bleeding but free.
I didn't have time to feel pain or check my wounds, but I felt a large cut behind my ear and blood dripped from my pantleg cuff. Flesh wounds, I thought, trying to muster all my bad-assery. I crept around the house, reached under the steps for my shoes and when I grabbed them I began to run.
I reread the text over and over, but the words were clear on the screen. Barking a short laugh I dropped my phone slightly away from myself. This was beginning to scare me a little. What was I dealing with? Mental illness?
There's been some buzz in the air about something big happening in Swaziland - here's the exciting news! These are the Timbali women of Swaziland, Africa. Timbali means "flower" in SiSwati, and it's a fitting name for the Timbali women. They're beautiful, strong and joyful, but they live hard lives. Swaziland has the highest HIV/AIDS... Continue Reading →
My drug use escalated into a full-blown addict lifestyle in less than a month. “I’m too far gone,” I would tell myself.
I'd jumped out of cars and windows, run away through blizzards and camped in woods and still, I'd been had.