In so many ways, I was fortunate; I didn't die, and I knew there was something I needed to learn. My body was speaking loudly and clearly, showing me that my internal environment needed tending. At any minute, how are we feeling and thinking? How does our body feel? Does anything register within us? It should.

I spent the next ten years healing everything in me that might obstruct my mission to create a life I loved. Patterns, stories, life circumstances, family dynamics, relationships, and life, good and bad, all served as teachers of lessons I needed to hear and learn.

Others tend to distrust this type of healing work, and I don't blame them. There is nothing to see, no physical mending of body parts, no medical tests to be run that confirm healing has taken place. This is healing work made visible only by words and descriptions of souls disappearing into the light of their new destination. How do others know what I see and hear souls say is real? They don't.

To illustrate what I'm talking about, this post is about the transition I'm experiencing now. One of the key drivers of this transition was my inability to heal, get rid of, or understand destructive habits that impacted my physical body. Food choices were anything but healthy.