Susan WonderStone's Blog


Spring sprung in Japanese Gulch
April 26, 2017, 2:10 am
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On tonight’s hike, I forgot to share with you yesterday that our walk took place in the daylight. Everything looks so different! They’re so much green!  In places that seemed so open since fall, lime green colored leaves fill the spaces.

IMG_1361Diversity lives in the forest too! The roots of this fir tree and those of that cedar tree are entwined for life.

The nurse stump this tree is growing from has been eaten by termites and is disintegrating. Will it fall or will its roots be strong enough to sustain it?

As we continued hiking our usual trail, OH MY!! I forgot about the vagina tree!

IMG_1366I love that tree! From the side, its growing at a weird angle. Come with me sometime, I’ll show you.

I love watching ferns grow as they slowly unfurl and spread their wings. I cut back all of the brown leaves on my ferns at home after realizing they’re putting on their show now.

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No Pacific Northwest rainy spring hike would be complete without a slug. Lucy wanted to be in the picture, but wouldn’t look at me because she doesn’t like the flash. IMG_1369Someone  asked me if Lucy the bull mastiff, is a pug. Either way, it was one giant slug!

On the way home, I saw the symbol by the sewer drain. I had never noticed it in the dark on our night hikes.

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A few days ago, on a local social media page,  someone was asking how to get rid of horse tail. My question was “why would you want to get rid of horse tail?” People say it’s a weed, but it’s   higher in silica than any other plant.  It’s great for skin, hair and nails and easy to prepare. What makes it a weed? Did you also know that dandelion greens are  higher in nutrients than kale, chard, or spinach? They sell them for $3.99 a bunch at my local grocery store. My neighbors want to kill them.  They were talking about using crossbow and Roundup to kill the dandelions and the horse tail. I must be living in another world! It says right on the bottles that it’s harmful to marine life, kills plants and you can’t plant anything ihrere for years.

Our sewers drain into the sound. Please remember, whatever you put on your yard, eventually, the rain will wash it down the drain.

Love, gratitude and blessings ~Susan



Start With Why
April 20, 2017, 3:34 pm
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Last night, I attended the BECU member summit and business expo. At the breakout session I attended, they gave me the book Start With Why by Simon Sinek, for asking a question. I borrowed a copy from my son and already read it last month, but was excited to get my own copy.

My second “office” is on my bathroom floor where I do my rectal ozone treatments, ozone ear Insufflations and coffee enemas. It’s also a “library” with several books on the floor, for a variety of things to read while I’m stuck there. I picked up the annotated copy of Start With Why and opened it. Chapter 4.  This is not opinion, this is biology. The Dr. Seuss story about Sneetches begins the chapter. See the picture above.

Unlike the first time I read the book, I realized that 23 years ago I was a Plain-Belly Sneetch. I didn’t feel good enough. I felt like the only Plain-Belly Sneetch in a land of Star-Belly Sneetches. I wanted to fit in. God put me on the planet to be me, to be unique. I missed seeing my value as myself. I got breast implants, thinking they would “fix” the lack that the Star-Belly Sneetches deemed necessary to be good enough and fit in.

They weren’t me. I was no longer a Plain-Belly Sneetch and never fit in as a Star-Belly Sneetch either. It’s been a year since my “stars” were removed. There are always consequences to our actions, some unknown and unexpected, but have long term effects. I  have scars from my face to the bottom of my foot and every part in between, from the cancer that may or may not have been caused by not seeing my value.

How can we celebrate our uniqueness and still feel like we fit in? How can we teach our children to celebrate their qualities among the people who still think that everyone who isn’t a “Star-Belly” is less than enough? We and all of are parts are perfectly good enough, deserving and worthy of love!

Love, gratitude and blessings

~Susan

 



Thank you King County Sheriff’s Office Deputy!

I’ve been wanting to go hiking at a higher elevation, but my car doesn’t like going over the pass, or even up to it. I try to let things in my environment teach me about myself, remembering when I need to be gentle with my car, I probably also need to be gentle with myself.

One day a couple weeks ago after a meditation, I realized I’ve been feeling stupid for a solid year, angry with myself for not realizing my breast implants were causing such huge problems with my health. Regardless of the fact that none of my doctors ever mentioned it, I was more mad at myself. My vision had been getting worse over the last few years, but got even worse after surgery. I found Dr Shoemaker online. He has a protocol for the biotoxins created from the mold that women with bad implants experience, along with people who have contracted mold from other sources. There are few doctors who understand mold and how to get rid of it. I was frustrated with myself for not figuring it out and spending money that people donated to me over the years for removing the implants instead of cancer treatment, thinking that if I had, the cancer would have gone away with everything else I do. Since I’m still dealing with it, that may not have been the case, but all frustrations in my life have been great learning experiences.

I am being gentle with myself, but still pushing limits when I think I can get away with it. I called a friend who goes skiing at Steven’s Pass almost every week and asked if I could ride along. He and his girlfriend ski, but I was taking my snowshoes to get in an elevation workout. Many people have already scolded me for going snowshoeing by myself, so you don’t need to do it too. If any of them had gone with me, I wouldn’t have been by myself.  Besides, I was just taking the bridge across Highway 2 and snowshoeing up to Skyline lake.

I was wearing a fitness tracker that a friend gave me a few weeks ago. When I was huffing and puffing, needing to stop and breathe, I would check the fitness tracker to see what my heart rate was. Sometimes the heart picture ❤ just flashed. Every time I needed to stop and the heart rate did register it was over 170. One of my doctors told me to keep it below 150, to keep from getting sick from mold die off.  There were quite a few people, but few snowshoers. Most of the people going up had skins on their skis and would ski off the mountain.  Several had their dogs with them who chase them down, apparently without sinking in the snow.

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It’s March, so maybe it’s spring wonderland…and a view up my nose!

If you’ve been following me, you know that when I reach my hiking destination, I take a picture of my back without my shirt on, and a back double bicep pose.  If I’m with someone, they take the picture but if I’m by myself I use my gorilla pod to attach my camera to a tree or rock.  With so much snow at the lake, that wasn’t going to happen. As I approach the lake, there were fewer and fewer people.

I found a guy taking a picture of his wife or girlfriend, with the lake and peak in the background.  After talking to them for a couple of minutes, I asked. ” I know this is a crazy request, but would you mind taking a picture of my back without my shirt on? It’s a thing I do at the top of all my hikes.” He agreed.

It was a little awkward taking all of my upper layers off. I don’t care who I’m topless in front of, but his girl seemed uncomfortable. He took a few pictures. I thanked him and  commented again on how weird they probably thought I was.

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Thank you King County Deputy for taking the picture!

He said “No, it’s not a problem. I see naked bodies at work all the time.” I asked what do you do that you see naked people? He replied “I work for the King County sheriffs office.”

It  wasn’t until I was halfway down the mountain, that I realized, maybe it’s legal to be topless in public!

A giant thank you to the deputy who took my picture! Because I don’t know if it’s legal or not, I’m leaving the date of my trip out so I don’t get him in trouble!

Love, gratitude and blessings!

~Susan



Teatro Zinzanni on Fat Tuesday
March 2, 2017, 1:10 am
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Kevin holding a jar of Wiener Friendly Lube

Last week,  A friend asked me to go to Teatro Zinzanni  with him. I’ve always wanted to go, but never justified paying for entertainment and food that’s not on my diet. I immediately accepted. After we got off the phone, I went to their website.  I was surprised to see that they served food I could eat. Also food that’s not on my list, but that’s true at most places. I read through the description of the show  “Wonderland”. It sounded so cool!

Fat Tuesday.  I don’t know what that means, and probably won’t look it up. The show was more spectacular than I imagined it would be!

The story was fun! Improv was hilarious! Their costumes fit perfectly! Amazing athleticism! Great company, great food, great time!

Love, gratitude and blessings,

~Susan

 



Miles per day
March 2, 2017, 12:52 am
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img_0783A new friend,  recently gave me an activity tracker. I have not learned how to use it yet, but occasionally have fun flipping through the screens and seeing what I’ve done. I should put it on at the beginning of the day instead of at 5pm. How far am I supposed to go every day?

Tonight’s night hike was strange in many ways.  As we came out of the front door, the air was calm and quiet. Once we got down the driveway, I could hear the wind almost violently blowing the tops of the trees, I’m guessing 200 feet up.  I decided we would stay on track and hoped that the wind would slow down before we got to the forest. I repeated  ho’oponopono, all the way there.  The closer we got, the less rustling we heard in the trees. I decided to continue our hike. There were so many sounds in there tonight!  First an owl, then several different birds. Normally the birds don’t sing or make much noise at night. I wondered if something weird was going to happen.  A little more than halfway, where we have to jump across the creek, I heard the scream of possibly a rabbit, followed by a coyote yipping, that sounded much further away than the rabbit. I don’t think  I’ve ever crossed the creek so fast! I made it around the next corner and then to the open area that’s always really dark. I realized Lucy was far behind. I whistled,  hoping she’d quickly catch up. I waited. I heard something crunching through the brush. I didn’t want to blow my night  vision, but guessing my heart rate was reading pretty high on the fitness tracker. The crazy animal off trail,  turned out to be Lucy. We continued walking. Next I heard the original owl again. We were close to being finished, when two ducks, or some kind of birds that sounded like ducks, were  flying over, but it sounded like they landed in the trees. I’ve never seen a duck in a tree!

As we were leaving the forest, Boeing resumed testing jet engines, drowning out the sounds of nature. Within minutes, the smell of jet fuel, replaced the fresh smelling air of the trees.

Jet fuel makes me want to jump out of a perfectly good airplane! What makes you feel the most alive?

Love, gratitude and blessings

~Susan

 



Serendipitous circumstance is the backbone to miracles
February 26, 2017, 10:41 pm
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Serendipitous circumstance is the backbone to miracles.  What does that even mean? My kid posted that on Facebook today before we went to the Seattle Home Show.  I haven’t talked to him about it yet. I don’t know if he was expecting a pleasant surprise or a miracle, nor if that happened.

We talked to many people and had good conversations with everyone. I kept forgetting I was wearing my Wiener Friendly Soap shirt, but was reminded often. When anyone from the show calls me to tell me I won their prize and I say “I’m the Wiener Friendly Soap chica!”, they’ll know exactly who I am!

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I had fun dreaming of heated floors, gas logs in the fireplace, refinished hardwoods, new carpet, fresh non stinky paint, new countertops and bathroom fixtures. Oh, and a new refrigerator. Mine is 18 years old and leaked onto the hardwood floor, growing mold in the cracks before I knew it. Pretty sure the carpet is the original 1989 installation.

Was there a serendipitous circumstance? Is the miracle coming? Did I miss it? Am I going to adopt 2 dogs? Did I find someone to build an amazing house? Did I find models to practice penis massage on?  I had the opportunity to get 2 sugar bear gliders. They were adorable, but I’d be afraid I’d crush them!

This morning an ASEA associate in Australia,  asked if anyone knew someone in Seattle who could walk her friend Marilyn’s dogs. Five months ago, Marilyn’s husband was walking one of their dogs,  and was hit by a car and killed, one block away from their home. Her dog is still traumatized and has a hard time crossing the street. Her other dog has melanoma.  I remember my Rottweilers Bonnie and Clyde, were only 13 months old when Clyde was run over by a train. Before that, Bonnie would only go potty in our yard. After, she marked every 20 yards or less on our walks, for the rest of her life. She would stress when she heard the train a mile away. Seattle is too far for me to go to walk someone’s dogs, but wanted to call her to get details and see if one of my Seattle friends could help her. I pulled into a parking lot on Capital Hill, to call and possibly meet in person. We talked for almost 30 minutes. Cancer sucks, but having no chance to say goodbye sucks too! Please send prayers and love and light and ho’oponopono or whatever else you do, to my new friend Marilyn.

After we ended our phone call, I sat there for a few minutes snacking on raw flax chips and ginger kombucha.  A  Seattle police officer drove up with his lights flashing. He stopped across the street and got out of his car. He opened the back door and a man got out holding a large, gray pit bull.  The dogs back right leg was dangling. It appeared broken. I was so excited that the police officer gave the guy a ride  to take his dog to an emergency vet hospital after it appeared to have been hit by a car.

Why was I meant to see that after just getting off of the phone with a woman whose husband was hit by a car and killed? Is it weird that one of her dogs has melanoma and I was the one who responded to the request for help?

Just coincidences?  Has serendipitous circumstance been the backbone to your miracles? Please let me know what you think

Love, gratitude and blessings

~Susan



Rejuvelac what?
February 23, 2017, 1:30 pm
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I came across a website recently that was talking about rejuvelac.  It’s a fermented grain beverage that supposed to be loaded with probiotics. I looked up “Benefits of rejuvelac” and this is what came up

Benefits of rejuvelac:
Promotes beneficial bacteria in the intestines.
A vegetarian/vegan source of B12.
Fights bad intestinal bacteria.
Aids in reducing inflammation.
Improves skin health.
Corrects digestive dysfunction.
Aids in producing and absorbing vitamins, enzymes and oxygen.

I’ve been buying probiotics for years, but always seem to feel better eating fermented foods than swallowing pills. So many claim to have so many billions of organisms, but are they still alive by the time you swallow the pill? How beneficial are they really?  I have no way of knowing how many organisms are in the foods I ferment either, but I can see and taste the activity.

I’ve never seen it sold anywhere, so I decided to try it.  I rinsed half of a cup of red winter wheat berries with purified water, then place them in a half-gallon mason jar, filled the jar with water and put on a sprouting lid. I grow wheat grass to juice, so I already had some. The site said you can use wheat, oats, barley, rye, quinoa, rice, kamut…

I left it on the counter for 24 hours, then drained the water out. I added more water, gently swirled the grains around,  then pour the water out, leaving the jar at an angle for any remaining water to drain out through the sprouting lid. The website said to do that two or three times a day until little tails or sprouts were visible. Some were really short and some hadn’t sprouted by the second day, so I continued rinsing and draining. On the night of the third day, most had sprouted and  some had tails a quarter inch long. I filled the jar with water and put it in the darkest corner on the counter,  knowing that I would completely forget it if I put it in a cabinet. By the third day, the sixth day total, lots of bubbles were visible traveling from the grains to the top of the jar. I poured a quart into a mason jar and put it in the refrigerator, poured some in a glass for me and poured some in Lucy’s bowl. We tried it together. The website said it tastes like bubbly lemonade. I think that’s like someone saying a veggie “burger” tastes like a black angus ground beef burger. Their taste buds must work very differently than mine!

It could’ve been all in my head, because other cool things were happening, but my energy level was higher than it’s been in a long time. Lucy ate a whole bowl of dry dog food. My energy level sustained me thru the retail job. When I got home from work, she was asking for more food. We went on our hour long hike first. She acted like she was starving when we got home. I filled her bowl, again with dry kibble. Normally, she won’t eat until I add chopped veggies and meat or egg to it, but she ate almost all of it. I’m guessing the rejuvelac helped her digestion, but I don’t know.

I refilled the jar with more water to allow the grains to make a second batch. I’ll closely monitor the way my body feels, how I look and how my energy and sleep is affected and will try a new grain tomorrow. “They” say the rye tastes the best.

Like I was, you’re wondering if it tastes like lemonade?

To me, remember, I don’t substitute veggie burgers for real beef, it smells like a combination of  yeast and dirty high school football player socks. Taste? I tasted the slight lemony flavor with the little carbonated bubbles, but it’s more like mild milk kefir with a puke burp aftertaste. Did I convince you to make your own?

For .50 cents a jar, it is much more economical than buying probiotics, but without a lab, I have no idea what’s more beneficial. I’ll keep drinking it.

Love, gratitude and blessings

~Susan