It's normal. It really is.
Stress. Depression. Panic. Unease. 
It gets worse with that slow, mellow, drowning on the daily. 
It gets worse when we aren't in control.
When we have no sanctuary.
Nothing to look forward to.
It's when we're misunderstood.
It's when we're exhausted but can't sleep.
It's when our mind doesn't turn off.

At night.
I lie awake.
​Trying to come to terms.
Trying to control what happens next by thinking about it endlessly.
Sometimes my heart beat won't slow.
Sometimes my mind won't just go
To sleep.

They should put me in AA.
My hereditary marks me with Allergies and Anxiety.
Allergies I've fought with healing foods and cleansing.
Anxiety rears it's head when I'm fending
off the daily demons.
When I have no control.
Nothing to look forward to.
And nothing to hold.

Our culture has founded this feeling.
By aggressively speaking:
"SUCCEED SUCCEED SUCCEED"
"DO IT ALL. DO IT ALL. DO IT ALL."

Wendell Berry comes in beautifully 
And says,
"When despair for the world grows in me 
and I wake in the night at the least sound 
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, 
I go and lie down where the wood drake 
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. 
I come into the peace of wild things 
who do not tax their lives with forethought 
of grief. I come into the presence of still water. 
And I feel above me the day-blind stars 
waiting with their light. For a time 
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free."

We need to gather up a tool box
And fend off the thoughts 
When they become all-consuming
When they steal our joy
And our sleep

We need to plan adventures
Things to look forward to
We need to meditate
Take baths
Read books
Write poems
Take herbs to support us
Eat food to stabilize us
Go into the wilderness
Get away from everyone
Love ourselves
Let others love us

Anxiety is hard to combat. Sometimes our circumstances are unavoidable but with a tool box in place we can support our bodies through it.

{I've created two herbal supports for Anxiety and have a third for Depression on the way. The mind is what fascinates me the most and I plan on specializing in Nutritional Therapy, Herbalism and Poetry Therapy for those who suffer from the debilitating aspects of Anxiety. You're not alone…not even close.}
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We have big dreams and small means. We dream, we scheme, we tackle everything with more determination than funding. We throw our hands up in surrender EVERY OTHER DAY. We feel hope and hopelessness simultaneously and the weight of modern culture excessively. We continue to learn, grow and inhabit our lives in whatever way we need to in a moment. Sometimes that means sorting through boxes in the basement, reminding us of how little we really need and wondering how it all accumulated in the first place. Sometimes living in the moment means crying, talking to our therapists and allowing ourselves to be upset. Sometimes it means re-focusing our vision, changing our steps and practicing a whole lot of patience. 

There are a lot of people who think we already live on the property. A few times a week someone asks me when we're moving. Most recently people have been asking me if our tiny house is on the property. I LOVE that people are interested in what we are doing, but it is a little painful knowing it could be another year or more before that's a reality. We work our asses off and save ferociously but our income does not allow us to move very quickly. For those of you who know our history, we've put a lot of time into building/remodeling at the cost of moving forward into "careers" that make us come alive. This mostly affects Johnny since I don't have many building skills. 

Besides our financial status we also want to go slow in this process so that Johnny has time to work on the things he cares about. We've been re-building our tiny house in the back yard in order to have a space to ourselves. Our first house was built as a bedroom because we lived with one of my best friends and we didn't mind sharing the main house with her. Things have changed and once again Johnny is building instead of pursuing his passions. That said, as much as we want to move I don't want him to be overwhelmed with yet another building project or obligation. I want him to be free. He has such a beautiful mind and I want to see what he can do!

This whole process has felt like layers and layers of planning on a shoestring budget. (check out our blog series: Turning 20 Dollars into 20 Acres) We have a lot of ground to cover before moving. Did you know that drilling a well can cost up to $30,000 or more? Did you know that running electricity is a couple thousand as well as graveling a driveway? Did you know that building a house is a lot of money AND work? Yeah, you know that. So this is why we don't live out there yet. Trust me, we wish we did. 

So that's where we are at. When we move out there you will know! For now we're trying to enjoy the small moments and keep ourselves sane as we live in the chaos and unknown. 

​Two days ago I walked into a piercing shop and spontaneously re-pierced my nose and introduced a brand new septum piercing to my face. To some people this may not seem like anything unusual, especially those of us who live in Portland, Oregon. Tattoos and piercings are a normal everyday accessory in this town. For me, there is something deeper. It means I am coming back to myself; re-infusing my life with where I began. This is not to say that where I was just a few months ago was a bad place; it was just a place where growth was begging to be allowed.
 
Everything Johnny and I took on over the last 7 years of our marriage was evoked by honest intentions. Our desire to serve and care for others was the core of our union but the truth remained: we were young and naïve. We allowed our wellbeing to take the backseat and we took on too much weight. For a while we thought the state of the world was in our hands. And while I haven’t let go of the desire to live a life that takes that into account, it wasn’t our burden to bear alone. We felt isolated from our spiritual friends as we took a very narrow path. 
 
This stems from my childhood growing up in the church. I was taught extensively about how to be a servant but not how to set boundaries. This is a common issue in Christianity as I see people give everything they have for others and feel guilty for taking care of themselves. Did we forget that Jesus sat down and ate nice meals with friends? Or that he commonly went off on his own into nature? I love the foundation I received as a child but as I’ve become an adult I’ve had to learn how to instill healthy boundaries. Many people have seen what happens when you don’t take time for yourself and only serve others: BURNOUT.
 
This is what happened with Johnny and I. We tried to live out of our ideals without the boundaries and ended up resenting our situation.  I will spare all the details of our situation and give you the bullet points:


-Johnny and I have only lived alone for a few months in our marriage
-We have had 27 roommates in 6 years
-We have hosted over 100 people in our house
-Meanwhile our house was fully ripped apart with no kitchen for 3 of those years
 
The first time we realized we needed to do something for ourselves was when I miscarried a pregnancy 2 months in. This was during a time where we had no kitchen and people were living and staying with us. Ultimately I am an introvert who does not like to be around people during emotional times. This was awful for me. I told Johnny that it was finally time we do something for us. This led us to planning a 2-month pilgrimage to South Africa. During that trip we were inspired to come home and save up to buy land. Unfortunately this meant we continued to live with people in order to save more money for that dream. Now that we own land we realize it may not have been worth the neglect we showed ourselves for 7 years.
 
My neglect also brought on my allergies. The stress of the house coupled with all the dust and mold I was breathing in during the remodel triggered my hereditary predisposition to allergies. Thankfully nutrition and self-care has saved me from that “life sentence” but I don’t ever want to go back to that place.
 
That said the time is now. It’s the year of Johnny and Bailey and we’re coming in hot. We have never really allowed ourselves any luxuries so a few of the things we’ve done for ourselves so far:

-Johnny bought me a massage for my birthday
-We got gym memberships so we can go sauna at night
-We’re extending our tiny house in the backyard so we can fully live in it and are separate from roommates. Up until now we only used that space to sleep in and as our living room. Now we will have all the amenities.
-We are both letting ourselves relax more and do things we love…just because
-Johnny has bought “new” clothes and started dressing how he likes.
-I have cut my hair off for a change and pierced my face.
 
Also, we began confronting things and people in our life that we’ve been avoiding. We are being more communicative with the people in our lives and setting healthy boundaries so we don’t slip back into the place we were.
 
These may seem like simple little things but it’s all helping us go back to the chill people we were before we tried to take on everything. I will always want to be a servant in my life but if I speak of the importance of self-care and boundaries then I need to put that into practice.
 
I felt like I lost my power over the last 7 years. I felt like I lost a part of myself that I love. These simple piercings are another reminder that I have some control in my life and that I don’t have to withhold “luxuries” from myself anymore. These simple acts make me feel more like myself, more in love with my husband, more in control and more able to help others because I first cared for myself,

I’ve spent most of my life intentionally limiting my vocabulary. I’ve long resisted the use of words found on lists with amortization, refinancing, or debt consolidation. I remember, as a child, hearing my parents use these words. I only knew that they were somehow related to money.
Limiting my use of such words was quite easy. I lacked a working definition for most of them. I didn’t know what they meant and hoped the need would never surface.
Despite my long held hopes, I now find myself boring my wife with talk of interest rates, balloon payments, and tax consequences. The bright side of my expanded vocabulary is the twenty acres of land we now own (pay taxes on).
Just over three years ago, we returned from two months in South Africa with $20 to our name and a pocketful of Swazi coins. Our journey from there to paying property taxes began with a major shift in my attitude toward money.
If money were a river, it would arguably be the largest, strongest one in our society. My past relationship to money can be equated to a child trying to dam that river by stacking rocks gathered from the bank. I didn’t like the way that river was flowing and I managed only a meager effort to resist it. Many things I have learned have led me to a different approach. Continuing with the metaphor, I now take a "mill" approach. Instead of resisting the flow via dam, I seek to redirect a small part of it to accomplish some good in the way a mill uses flowing water to grind flour or cut lumber.
The first step in my transition from dam to mill was acquiring a credit card. I became convinced that borrowing money might be helpful in accomplishing our goals. Anyone who would lend us a substantial sum of money would likely want to take a look at your credit score.  One’s credit score is based on one’s involvement in what amounts to a game, the rules to which have been arbitrarily established by the agencies that issue the scores. You, like me, might think that having never needed to borrow money would work in your favor when you finally do. I can tell you for certain that is not true. To learn the rules of this game, have a look HERE.
Until acquiring a mortgage, a credit card was our sole tactic in establishing and improving our credit scores.  The reason being that it offered us multiple benefits without us having to alter our spending habits. I’ll describe the benefits later.

As a side note, I should mention the head start that Bailey had in regard to her credit score. In high school she carried around a credit card associated with an account on which her mom was the principal cardholder. Bailey’s use of the card was limited to emergencies, while her mom used it more often. Over time, the responsible maintenance of a low balance on the account allowed Bailey’s credit score to rise with no effort on her part. Additionally, after high school, Bailey’s parents took out small student loans in her name that they quickly paid off. High fives to my in-laws.
I would encourage all parents to investigate ways they can help give their children’s credit a kick-start. Like Bailey’s parents, if you find yourself able to maintain a credit balance low enough to positively impact a credit score, consider adding your child as an authorized user.  Having said that, some parents should spare their children any association with their credit history.

Having no credit history myself, and very little income, our first card came with a $250 limit. An all out shopping spree would have been manageable. The card was used for routine purchases, such as groceries. We were careful to pay our bill on time and never carried a balance.  
The next chapter in our credit saga began when I became officially employed. Until starting as a barista at Stumptown Coffee, I had pulled in enough income through working odd jobs. Living in the area where I had grown up offered the advantage of a large network of family and friends.  Among this network I sought out most of my work. While not lucrative, I did gain a lot of skills. At times I would put an ad on Craigslist, offering my services as a handyman. I once had a man hire me to install siding on his house. While I stood looking at the house, trying to imagine the scope of a job I had never even attempted, he asked, “You ever do siding before?”
“Never”, I replied honestly.
“You’ll figure it out.”
Transitioning to more a conventional form of employment, in addition to putting us above the poverty line for the first time, allowed us to secure a more beneficial line of credit. After thoroughly researching the options, I settled on the Barclay Arrival Card. For those who are interested, I’ll describe some of the reasons behind that decision.
 
Bonus: For spending at least $3000 in the first 90 days, were able to accumulate $400 in reward points per card. As we each had our own card, we found ourselves with $800 in points. Because there are some large expenses, such as rent, which you can’t usually pay with a credit card, the frugal among you may find it difficult to spend the amount necessary to get the bonus points. Some creativity may be required.
 
Flexibility: You’ve probably heard credit rewards referred to as miles. I’m not sure how rewards came to so intimately connected with travel. Even the card we chose offers superior benefits when redeemed for travel related expenditures.  With that fact in mind, we chose the card we did because it was not connected to any one particular airline or hotel chain. While I don’t have any experience with it, I have read that the rewards offered by cards connected as such, can be quite difficult to redeem. Apparently, airlines will limit the dates and number of seats available on a given flight to travelers using rewards. In the case of the rewards offered by our card, they are applied after the fact as a credit on our bill. Thus, we are free to make any purchase we want, and redeem our reward points when we pay our bill. But, as I alluded to before, our reward points are worth twice as much when redeemed for travel related purchases. With that in mind, we have found creative ways to maximize those benefits. For example, Bailey rented a cabin for the weekend to act as the setting for a nutrition workshop she hosted. Because vacation rentals are travel related, we were able to cover that entire portion of the workshop expenses with reward points.

Rate of Reward: At 2% (when redeemed for travel related purchases) the card we chose offers one of the highest rates of reward I could find. On top of that, when redeemed for travel related purchases, we get 10% of our points back.
 
There are many websites that highlight and compare the available cards. One such website is nerdwallet.com. A simple search will lead you to the others.
No matter what your goals, improving your credit score is probably a worthwhile endeavor. For more information along these lines, I recommend the first chapter of Ramit Sethi’s book “I Will Teach You To Be Rich” called “Optimize Your Credit Cards.” It can be read for free HERE. I like the subtitle to the chapter: how to beat the credit card companies at their own game. Thus far, we have accumulated over $1,500 in reward points and not paid a single cent of interest. We're definitely ahead in the game at this point.

Keep an eye out for part two. There I will tell the story of how we managed to save $50,000 in three years. 

-Johnny

Read Part Two HERE.

Soft diffused light surrounds me, the smell of old wood and "our" scent, the one we've created together over the years, the smell you immediately recognize after coming home from a long vacation. Every night I come into this sanctuary, and it is mine, for now. Drink in one hand, pen in the other, I write. I've always been a writer. It reminds me of the pursuit of things that make me come alive. I've always been good at this, pursuing things I love at the sake of success or acknowledgement, you're looking at a girl that wrote thousands of poems, hundreds of songs and danced her heart out over a 10 year time frame in the confines of her bedroom, while the rest of her high school peers were getting drunk and sleeping around. I've always known myself, I've definitely gotten to know myself better, but I feel incredibly fortunate to have known for so long the core of myself. Hard times come and go and I feel stronger afterwards, not weaker. Life is very weird, we hang in this delicate balance of living and dying each and every day, and I can say with gusto that I have truly LIVED these last six years. NO regrets. My life feels full. Each and every time I get caught up in the idea that once I arrive somewhere else I will be happy, I am reminded of the constant transient nature of life. Happiness is a weird word, we attach it to things, and we wait for it to come. To me, happiness exists in a mind palace, not in a literal place. I've learned this as my own home has been a shanty, a shared existence and always less than ideal. I've had to find happiness somewhere else, somewhere within me instead of expecting the things around me to bring it. I've found it in the mystery of community, the good and the bad, the stationary and the movement. It is the culmination of living true to one's self. It's when we don't allow ourselves the freedom to do what we really want or be who we really are that we lose happiness. I LOVE to write, I LOVE to dance, I LOVE music, I LOVE friends, I LOVE warm fires, I LOVE good nutritious food…each and every day I try and incorporate these things into my life. What are the things that make you come alive? What are you waiting for? Do them. This next year looks like a lot of hard work for Johnny and I. But I don't want to lose that freedom, those moments of self care and self expression. You can work hard, make money, do the things you need to do and also allow your freedom to ring. So don't hold back, you only get one life. Live it up.

​-Bailey

Instructions:
Use a Julienne Peeler (I use this ONE) to peel your zucchini into noodles. You can also peel one of your carrots this way if you'd like.
​Chop broccoli and other carrot and start cooking medium heat in coconut oil. Add 1/4 cup water to steam and cover.
After 5 mins uncover and add in chopped pepper and onion.
Cook for another 5 minutes uncovered.
Add chopped mushrooms and cabbage.
Continue cooking till mushrooms begin releasing their fluid.
Put the Zucchini/Carrot Noodles in another pan on medium heat and cook covered for 5 mins and then uncovered for 5 mins.
Add garlic and ginger to vegetables and cook for a few more mins then take of heat.
Start making Peanut Sauce.
Bring 1 cup of water to a boil in a sauce pan.
Add 3/4 cup peanut butter, 1/4 coconut aminos and 1 TBS fish sauce.
Stir sauce till it's well combined.

Layer the vegetables on the noodles, pour peanut sauce over the top and add toppings.
You can add your own flair to this with different vegetables and meat/seafood.

​I’ve never been incredible at one thing. I’ve split my skills like a hunk of wood into many different pieces, but put together, they make a blazing fire. Maybe I am good at one thing, it just happens to be the culmination of many things, and it happens to be the pursuit of greatness, wholeness and truth. But from what I’ve found, everyone does not agree upon these things, there are plethora of things that taint truth. This has been my biggest war in life, the thing I’ve wanted to understand but can’t. So, I’ve dedicated my life to figuring out what that means, at least for my family and myself. This is what I do. This is what Johnny and I do. We are constantly asking questions and pursuing whatever seems to be the most beneficial to the world at large but we also pursue ourselves. This is key because without that piece we can never fully accomplish what we are here to do, and that is being true, honest, raw, intentional, caring, giving…the list goes on. The world is broken, it happened a long time ago but it seems to get worse the more people we have crammed together. We live in a volatile generation with lack of health, happiness and peace. Our brains have grown so smart that they have forgotten limits, and now we digress. It is our goal to revisit these limits, explore simplicity and sustainability, not because we are weirdos, as some like to label us, but because we want deep connection in life. We don’t want to live by a strip mall and breathe in car fumes for the rest of our days, we don’t want a 9-5 office job or one vacation a year. We want tradition, nature and community infused in our life everyday and we want to be free from degenerative disease. We want freedom in its purest form. We’ve found that corporations, money and power rule the world at the expense of the world. People don’t like to face the facts because the facts suck. They are the worst. It feels hopeless, I know, but I want to imagine that with enough people moving back into simplicity, away from consumerism and greed, that we could support our earth rather than ravaging it. People say to me, “we’re going to die anyway, what is the point?” It’s true, and this usually comes from the people who benefit the most from corporate society. We all say we care about those who are suffering or impoverished in our own country, but we can’t fully care without facing the facts. Society benefits some at the expense of others. The most important thing I believe we could do is feed ourselves. This is why we want to buy land so badly. Whoever controls food, controls the world, and right now, in this county, that is Monsanto/Our government. The American diet is 80% CORN & SOY, brought to you by our tax dollars. So this is what we are fed, and this is why we are degenerating, why disease is wiping us out slowly. I’ve never been incredible at one thing because I see that been self-reliant is the ultimate. To work hard, grow/raise nutrient dense food, play music, write poetry, create beauty, live with intention, all in ways that benefit those around me. The American life is a parasite. We must break free from this system if we are to live in a life giving way. And that is what I want to be incredible at. 

These days we talk about issues like a popcorn machine. Today there is this this and this. Tomorrow it's something else. Social media has connected us to EVERYTHING, and we cannot support that weight. I've faced the issues head on, it started when I was 17. I remember a turning point, where I was exposed to something I could not ignore. All of a sudden I was handed this thing and I had to decide what to do with it. I brought it to the forefront of my life and I tried to spur others to see it the same, and not just see it, but do something about it. No one came along side me and it was the beginning of my discontentedness as well as my fervor to push forward. These two feelings have always co-existed for me, I try hard for a season, burn out and then feel lost again till inspiration finds me. 

As many of you know, we have been in the process of trying to buy land for a year now. The vision started 6 years ago because of "the weight of it all" this was my answer to the question, "what can be done?" and we've been working hard toward it ever since. For the first 3 years we worked hard in tangible ways, ways that didn't make us any money but gave us the experiences we needed to make this decision. We remodeled a house, hosted hundreds of guests, cleaned up after people, gave people money, shared space, started a community garden, traveled to South Africa to work on farms, and much more. For the last 3 years we have hunkered down with jobs and worked hard to make the money we need for our land. Our work has never been conventional, and I've always given too much of my self and money away. because of these two things, we really don't make that much money, although we work hard. Our work isn't appreciated by the modern culture. (besides Johnny's barista job and my floral design) Day to day we are working hard studying and learning everything we can be successful in the future. This doesn't make us any money, but it's what matters the most to us. 

I didn't go to college. I didn't see the point of being in school for 4 years plus and being in debt to do something I ultimately didn't want to do. I was told, "you have to do it this way, this is the way it's done". Instead I started my own business and went to trade school for 3 years to study plant medicine and Nutritional Therapy. If you've read any of my other posts you know how important these things are to me. And I know how much they can help people, but still, it's not a job that is going to make me a millionaire. These were my choices, yes, but I've never understood why I needed to waste time doing something I didn't want to do in order to accomplish my dreams. Unfortunately, I'm at this crossroad, where I realize my dreams will never come to fruition without the help of others. In this culture it seems everyone wants me to work "hard" according to the typical system (9-5 job) and earn what I have. It's a depressing system. 
My dream is to start a retreat center on a piece of property where I can do week long Nutritional Therapy workshops that truly give people the time to relax and change their habits. I imagine cabins people can stay in, saunas, salt water soaking tubs, space to do cooking classes, and of course space to grow true nutrient dense food. The world operates on such a high frequency, I want to create a space people can come and have no obligations. We've lost this ability as a culture, and we feel that weight in many ways. 
I want a different life than the stays quo, and I want to share that with people.

Honestly, I am at a really weird place right now. I'm suppose to be feeling this excitement of completing school and being a Nutritional Therapy Practitioner but the day after I graduated was the day I was told we weren't approved for enough money to buy anything. (well only one property, which was sold later that week) And since then it's been a cluster of mixed emotions, stresses and let downs. I don't know how to start my business while I'm in limbo and we have to move out of Portland within the next 5 months. (because of our living situation). I stay positive most days, but I miss having a community of support. It's been mainly Johnny and I on our own through all these processes and I honestly don't know what I am doing half the time. I've been really happy and content for the last year and sometimes there is a time and place for feeling sadness when faced with the unknowns. I haven't lost hope, I just can't see the light yet.

Trying to balance doing things that matter with doing things that make money is a hard thing to do. And trying to respond to the weight of issues being put on us daily is hard. And continuing with a positive attitude is hard. Overall, I know things will work out. Just let me wallow for a moment.

As Wendell Berry says,

"To make public protest against an evil and yet live dependent on and in support of a way of life that is the source of the evil, is an obvious contradiction and a dangerous one. If one disagrees with nomadism and the violence of our society, then one is under an obligation to take up some permanent dwelling place and cultivate the possibility of peace in it. If one feels endangered by meaninglessness, then one is under an obligation to refuse meaningless pleasures and to resist meaningless work, and to give up the moral comfort and the excuses of the mentality of specialization."

That's what I'm trying to do…it's not simple.

Why do I want to be a Nutritional Therapist and Farmer?

Because the fullness of being human cannot be expressed with out the fullness of nutrients, and the fullness of nutrients cannot be brought forth with out care for the soil. We’ve lost our ability to see creation as something sacred. We say we love the mountains, the rivers and trees, but these are words we only speak. We take photos to capture the beauty but never arrive at truly understanding our deep connectedness with what is not just one thing, soil simplified and defined as “dirt”, when in reality soil is life, and soil is death, the perfect way to reconcile those two things, which feel so distant from one another. When we began hiding from death, putting up walls between us and the slaughter of animals, forgetting that it was necessary for our living, we disconnected completely so that we didn’t have to deal with it’s weight. We simplified everything and left it in the hands of a few men, people who don’t know how to look past their greed and feed the world in a way that brings vitality to every person’s body. Our food system is made of money, it seems it really does grow on trees.

Why do I want to be a Nutritional Therapist and Farmer?

Because I’ve lost family members to Cancer and Heart Disease, which could have been prevented, had we known how to eat with intention. People tell me they don’t have the time for this way of life. But I don’t have time for disease, which steals life away. I’ve watched disease steal life away from everyone around me, including myself. I’m not scared of death, for we all must pass over that threshold, but we’ve been given this space in time to live out on earth and we are doing it in the worst way possible. We are degrading everything. Making it un-inhabitable. You cannot say you want to feed the poor and also buy food from monoculture, pesticide laced farming, which perpetuates poverty. We’ve lost the ability to do radical accounting, we only see things in dollar signs, who will account for the acidifying of our oceans or the dead soil they continue to rape with corn and soy? I know that this food and this pollution killed my family members before their time. And I know it is sucking the life out of everything.

Why do I want to be a Nutritional Therapist and Farmer?

Cause this is ridiculous. We no longer know what it feels like to be human. We are a sick and dying generation. I say, “who wants help” and everyone comes running. We work long de-humanizing jobs under florescent lights, eat packaged food that’s more traveled than we are and fill our bodies with toxins. At this moment in time, we are overpopulated: 99.3% of Americans eat food, and only .7% are farming, and most of that is ruled by Monsanto. There’s no need to worry about overpopulation, though, it’s projected that if we keep eating this way and destroying our soils we’ll all be infertile by 2050 anyway. That’s the direction we are going.

This is why I want to be a Nutritional Therapist and a Farmer.

Someone has to do it. We need to turn that .7% into something larger with small, locally minded farms. We need to bring the vitality back into our bodies. 

Vaccine Info taken from: www.cdc.gov/vaccines
Elderberry Info: Paul Bergner: http://medherb.com/Materia_Medica/Sambucus_-_Elderberry_%28Sambucus_nigra,_canadensis%29.htm
My own herbal knowledge, http://www.naturalnews.com/025019_elderberry_flu_colds.html#ixzz3llXiMXQm