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personal stories from our readers: Here’s where we let our readers do the talking – and, boy, do they have some amazing things to say. Their personal stories will make you laugh, cry and realize you’re not alone in your feelings. We hope you’ll be inspired to share your personal story with us.

Personal Stories From Our Readers: Scott Stevenson on Seeing the Big Picture

Toward the end of Eat, Pray, Love, Elizabeth Gilbert talks about a Buddhist philosophy in which an oak tree is brought into creation by two forces at the same time:  the acorn, which grows into the tree, and the future tree itself, which wants so badly to exist that it pulls the acorn into being, guiding the evolution from nothingness to maturity. She says, “I think of everything I endured before getting here and wonder if it was this future me – this happy balanced me – who pulled the younger, more confused and struggling me forward during those hard years. The younger me was the acorn full of potential, but it was the future me, the already-existent oak, who was saying the whole time: Grow! Change! Evolve! Come and meet me here, where I already exist.”

I can so relate to this. Several years ago, right after we were married, my wife, Susan, and I went through a dramatic period during which our physical, emotional, and financial well-being were threatened.  I was forty-six at the time, and it was my first marriage. It was Susan’s third. As an architect who had worked ten-hour days at my own small firm for most of my working life, I was ready to give it a rest. Susan was a massage therapist, and although she loved her work, she was also ready for a change.  We decided to retire and move to a small mountain town in Julian, California, build our dream home, and live the simple life.

Unfortunately, things don’t always go as planned. Before we could start construction on our mountain home, Susan was diagnosed with breast cancer and totally flipped out.  Ever since Susan was a child, she had been afraid of dying from cancer, and, now that she had been diagnosed, she was sure that her days were numbered.  I jumped in, trying to do what I could: I attended all her doctor appointments, massaged her to sleep when she was stressed out, tried to just listen and not force my logical opinions onto her emotional behavior and, in general, let her know that she wasn’t alone.

Susan had always taken the natural approach to health but was anxious to get the cancerous tumor out of her breast as quickly as possible. She decided on surgery to remove the tumor, and then skipped radiation and chemotherapy in favor of holistic treatments including natural foods, supplements, meditation, and psychotherapy.

About this same time, my sister informed us that she was filing for a divorce from an abusive husband. We had no idea that her husband was abusive but discovered that he had a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde personality. What else could Susan and I do but jump in with both feet to help out?

Meanwhile, our dream of building our retirement home had come to almost a complete standstill.  We were building the house ourselves, and, between all the medical appointments, court hearings, attorney meetings, helping my sister with the mountain of paperwork it required to make it through a divorce, and trying to protect her and the children from their abusive father, there just wasn’t a lot of time left over to work on the house.

Finally, after three long years, Susan and I moved into our mountain home. It was one of the happiest days of our lives — but we didn’t have long to enjoy it.  A few months later, the California wildfires raced through our small community. Holding out until the last moment, trying to save our home, we were eventually forced to evacuate when a thousand-foot wall of smoke and flames were within a hundred yards of our back door.  The Cedar Fire turned seventy per cent of the homes in our neighborhood – including ours — into six-inch layers of ash.

Susan and I were devastated. Our dream home and the beautiful forest that surrounded us were gone.  We had no idea where we were giving to live, and, to top it off, we were still dealing with the Susan’s cancer and helping my sister with her divorce.  And, oh yeah, did I mention we were penniless?  We had invested our retirement money in the stock market which soon began a slide that ended up in the biggest drop since the Great Depression.  Our retirement money, like our home and the forest, were gone.

The thing that most helped Susan and I through this tough period of our lives – not just to make it through but to actually come out smiling and feeling stronger for the experiences – was that we tried to view these events from the perspective of what I call the “Big Picture” view of life.  We tried not to get caught up in the overwhelming emotions of the moment, to step back from the anger, the worry, the frustration, and see the experiences for what they really were.  And what we discovered was that by stepping back, we could find ways to learn from them, ways in which we could help others dealing with the same issues, and ways in which we could laugh at what was happening. It’s amazing how funny things are when you look for the humor in them.  It’s also amazing how hard it is to feel sorry for yourself when you’re trying to learn, help others, and laugh.

You’ll notice I used the word “tried.” There’s no question it was hard to step back when I was overwhelmed by anger, frustration or worry. The last thing on my mind at those times was to look at the Big Picture. But when I untangled myself from the overwhelming emotions of the moment, I could gain a different perspective. The results were definitely worth the effort, and I even wrote a book about our experiences, “Looks Easy Enough: A Joyful Memoir of Overcoming Disease, Divorce and Disaster.”

I think of Elizabeth Gilbert’s words and truly believe that the future me and the future Susan did have a hand in pulling us through those tough times.  And in an effort to help, they made us — the younger and struggling me and Susan — aware of the Big Picture view of life so that we could come out smiling. They brought us into the future.


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Style: Relaxed, loose fitting jeans, loose t-shirt, loose tennis shoes. Do you get the picture?!
Substance: I love contrast: rough - smooth; hot jacuzzi - cold roll in the snow; quiet undisturbed writing in the morning - working up a sweat digging foundations in the afternoon.
Soul: My little philosophy - learn, help others and have fun - gets me through even the toughest of challenges.


Personal Stories From Our Readers: Nena Jackson on How the Law of Attraction Changed Her Life

After experiencing a number of heartbreaking personal and family life events during the peak of the recent economic downturn I, Nena Jackson – an Information Technology executive, wife and mother of two children — read The Secret and discovered the Law of Attraction that changed my life forever. Through this learning experience, I developed an unwavering faith that triggered astonishing and wonderful events which allowed me to move from Columbus, Ohio and plant my toes forever in the warm and reassuring sands of the beaches in Charleston, South Carolina — the city of my dreams.

The unexpected and tragic loss of my learning-disabled 45-year-old brother, Clint, was the first in what would turn out to be a chain of challenging events. This initial tragedy was quickly followed by my husband losing his job just as the economy took a nose-dive, my son experiencing a second shoulder injury that ended his college baseball career, and me contracting a life-threatening MRSA bacterial infection. These situations, coupled with my stressful job for a national financial institution where I was continually faced with the gut-wrenching task of laying off numerous employees, caused my previously “warm and fuzzy” life to spin out of control. 

After months of trying to work through all of this craziness on my own, The Secret appeared in my life and taught me the Law of Attraction and the gift of unwavering faith. As I began to practice this faith and shifted my thoughts, feelings, and conversations to reflect what I truly wanted out of life, events began miraculously falling in place, creating an extraordinary journey that was not only a blessing to me but has also served as a wonderful inspiration to others.  This exciting journey included me boldly volunteering for a severance package from my company even though my husband was unemployed, selling our Columbus, Ohio house in seven days at the lowest point in the mortgage industry meltdown, quickly finding a beautiful rental home by the beach in Charleston, South Carolina, and both Scott and I finding employment opportunities soon after arriving in our dream city. Being able to plant my toes in the sand on a daily basis is just one of the many wonders given to me and my family since I grasped this gift of unwavering faith.  I am now enjoying a wonderful life on Seabrook Island, South Carolina and applying the Law of Attraction in every aspect of my life. 

Once settled on Seabrook Island, I took heed of some crystal clear signs and started writing a book, Toes in the Sand, so I could inspire others to discover this simple but marvelous way to live life every day. Through each chapter, my unwavering faith grew even deeper because the extent of my writing up to this point had been limited to leadership, motivation and customer service-related articles at work. Once I finished the 22 chapter book, the Law of Attraction dropped an editor in my lap and within just a few short months, my book was ready for the next step – publishing. 

I have unwavering faith that the Law of Attraction will take care of this publishing step so that many more people will be inspired to shift their thoughts, feelings and conversations, and experience the magic that follows. 

If you believe, it will be.


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Style: Since a young age I have had a strong passion for health and nutrition. I can't remember a time period since high school that I have not regularly exercised except during the last month of both of my pregnancies. I love running, swimming, biking and yoga plus exploring ways to eat healthy which over the last 4 years has led me to an almost 100% vegan diet (except for excellent Charleston seafood!).
Substance: The older I get, the more I care about what's on my inside. That has led me to a beautiful outlook on life which is to strive to not let other people's actions dictate my day or mood. My motto every day is to try and brighten the day of as many people as possible with a kind word, good deed or simply a smile - even if they don't acknowledge the gesture.
Soul: Reaching the empty nester phase of life a year ago has given me a wonderful opportunity to explore ways to help others. As a result, I am traveling to Burundi, Africa in September for 10 days to build a playground for an orphanage. I know my life will be changed forever!


Personal Stories From Our Readers: Michelle Duarte on Finding a New Life on the Road

How often have you been on vacation in a really cool place and thought, “If only I could find a way to live here?

My sweet new husband and I did that all the time. We lived in L.A. and liked to travel to peaceful places like Sedona or Big Sur where time seemed to slow down. Where life was more entwined with nature than stuck on the Hollywood Freeway, inching along behind a homie with a bass box in his trunk so loud it made your fillings itch.

We’d sit in some darling little bistro, usually over a margarita, gazing at all the happy people on vacation like us and dream of ways to move there, make a living and get a life. When we traveled, we liked to stay in guest houses or cabins, trying to get away from the herd of elephants that always seemed to stay in the room above us or the pack of hyenas in the room next door. So it quickly occurred to us that we could find a home with a guest house and rent that out.

The more we thought about it, the more the idea grew….from one guest house, to a couple, to yurts, to cabins… first sort of rustic, almost like a nice campground with our own bathrooms. Then we kept upgrading our “what ifs” and started dreaming about making it real. All the time thinking about the kind of place we liked to stay in.

And that was the start of a long and bumpy journey to a new life.

First we had to figure out where.

We knew it had to be by the ocean. Big Sur was too expensive. The California coast was beyond our reach because of both cost and a killer coastal land-use process there. It’s hard to get the right kind of land in Washington – so much of it’s tribal. That left Oregon (unless we were willing to try the East Coast weather. Uh, no).

So I started the online search, researching the land-use laws and looking for affordable, suitable land. That took almost a year. We burned through a lot of money in the process because we didn’t have a clue and trusted realtors who, it turned out, knew less than we did.

We found our present place in Port Orford, on the south Oregon coast, loved it, made an offer without even seeing it. The sellers changed their mind and took it off the market. We went through a few other places, and in each case got stopped by Oregon land-use laws. What we wanted to develop needed to be on quiet, secluded land, not traditional commercial zoning; that made it very challenging to find a municipality whose code allowed us a reasonable avenue.

We almost bought a beautiful old Christmas tree farm in Florence, but the neighbors got up in arms because they were certain we would turn it into a commune run by the Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh (Google that sometime!). That process took almost $20k out of our funds…sigh… We also explored an 80-acre piece of wilderness, as well as a handful of places along the coast.

Finally, this place came back on the market and we made an offer within two days of it once more showing up on the Internet.

Success!

The next year and a half became both an inspirational story and a cautionary tale. There were heroes and villains, incredible examples of serendipity and amazing good fortune, as well as crazy-go-nuts moments when we learned how much critical information we didn’t know or plan for, where people we trusted boasted we were their retirement plan, when we had to start over again and find new people, and ran out of money (three times).

Through it all, we kept evolving our ideas into what we enjoy now – and you can, too: WildSpring Guest Habitat. A small eco-friendly resort overlooking the ocean in Port Orford, Oregon, offering luxurious accommodations in a naturally beautiful setting. We just celebrated our sixth anniversary. We are now a Select Registry Inn (only one of 400 in all of North America) and we’ve been recommended twice in the New York Times and four times in Sunset Magazine. Woo hoo!

To this day, we hold margaritas in great reverence.

P.S. And, as an FYI, we learned an important 8-step program to make your dreams real:

1. Research everything. Know your stuff. Assume everyone else is wrong (or so skewed by self-interest they might as well be).

2. Lose your fear of risk.

3. Lose your fear of debt.

4. Commit your whole heart and soul. Never give up.

5. Work your ass off.

6. Be willing to let go of even your most cherished plans to make room for something better… eventually.

7. Trust that it will turn out perfectly.

8. When things go really really bad – and they will – remember: If life was meant to be easy, you never would have developed a sense of humor.


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Style: I'm from L.A., I lived in NYC, and I'm messy. I wear black.
Substance: I am a recovering advertising executive.
Soul: I like what the Dalai Lama has said: "Kindness is my religion." I aspire always to be kind. Failing that, at least funny.


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