I'm not sure when it started exactly, this sudden interest in becoming a whole, healthy human. Sure, we all want to be healthy, but the way we define health is what compels our decisions, and before now, I was only mildly interested in defining that.
Years of hearing my mom's raspy voice run through my mind. Not raspy because of smoking like some, but because of a nodule that formed through decades of taking care of others over herself. Her words over the phone, fervently telling me which one of her natural remedies I needed to take, which one would heal my aches, my scrapes, my broken heart. She always had the antidote.
My skepticism was never hidden, and I questioned all the things. "Is this even proven? Why does it take so long to work?". I needed the cramps to stop now, the grief to be over, the cut to be healed.
I think I knew my mom was giving me of what little she had - a single mom of four children with adult opinions. I think I knew she struggled to get us everything we needed and still hug us at the end of the day and endlessly listen to her passionate children speak. I think I knew all of that.
What I didn't know is that when she was stopping me from taking pain pills first for my cramps, or telling me the five supplements to take for my upset stomach, that she was actually giving me a later gift. She was giving me health, not just for now, but for the older, more wrinkled me.
I encourage you to remember, friend, that natural health might take a little bit longer, but it is long term solution. Whatever your reason for going on this journey of learning whole health is, let us always remember that by doing so, we are giving ourselves the later gift.
Until next time!