Susan WonderStone's Blog

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.

Winter Wonderland

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.


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!


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,



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



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!


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


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


Try harder or try another way?
February 19, 2017, 3:36 pm
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img_0728Price Pritchett  tells the story of a fly.

There’s a small fly burning out the last of his short life’s energies in a futile attempt to fly through the glass of the window pain. The whining wings tell the poignant story of the flies strategy – try harder. But it’s not working.  The frenzied effort offers no hope for survival. Ironically, the struggle is part of the trap. It is impossible for the fly to try hard enough to succeed at breaking through the glass. Nevertheless, this little insect has staked it’s life on reaching its goal through right effort and determination. This fly is doomed. It will die there on the windowsill. Across the room, 10 steps away, the door is open. 10 seconds of flying time and the small creature could reach the outside world it seeks. With only a fraction of the effort now being wasted, it could be free of the self imposed trap. The breakthrough possibility is there. It would be so easy.

Why doesn’t the fly try another approach, something dramatically different? How did it get so locked in on the idea that this particular route, and determined effort, offer the most promise for success? What logic is there in continuing, until death, to seek a breakthrough with more of the same? No doubt this approach makes sense to the fly.  Regrettably, it’s an idea that will kill. Trying harder isn’t necessarily the solution to achieving more. It may not offer any real promise for getting what you want out of life. Sometimes, in fact, it’s a big part of the problem. If you stake your hopes for a breakthrough on trying harder than ever, you may kill your chances for success.

As some of you reading this may know, I have been living with recurrent melanoma for almost 13 years. Trying harder is often something I think about. Trying harder,  by adding more treatments, in an attempt to get healthier, quicker, have sometimes worked, but other times, created a debilitating toxicity that landed me in bed for several days.

This post isn’t about a fly, nor about cancer, but about facing the things that make us uncomfortable and helping others.

Something happened recently, that has been consistently on my mind. It reminded me of the story about the fly, except  from my perspective, way more important!

An elderly man was driving in the snow in a local neighborhood.  His car slid and broke through a wooden fence, leading to a protected wildlife area. His car got high centered around 9pm.  He was less than 20 yards from 3 front doors. Someone living nearby,  said they heard the fence breaking and thought it was a drunk kid. They did not go outside to investigate. They did not call the police to have them investigate.

The elderly man got out of the car and slipped. He fell and ended up under his car. He struggled, trying to get out from under the car. There were scratch marks on the door from him trying to leverage against the car to pull himself out. Like the fly, he kept trying harder. Would he freeze to death if he didn’t keep trying?

Around 3 AM, several neighbors were awakened to the sound of a car alarm beeping.  The elderly man was still under his car. Did he just find his keys or did he finally decide that trying harder wasn’t going to work? He kept pushing the button. I’m guessing he was thinking someone would hear the horn and come to help him. Unlike the fly, he thought he found the open door. Surely someone would hear the noise and come to his aid. Again, nobody went outside to investigate. Nobody called the police to have them investigate. The horn eventually stopped.  Did the car battery die? Around 5 pm the following day, after much of the snow had melted, someone noticed the car through the broken fence. As they approached, saw the elderly man’s body, partially sticking out from under the car. At that point, 911 was called, but the man was already dead.

I don’t know much about him. Who was he? Where did he live? Does he have a wife at home? Kids and grandkids who will miss him?  A fur kid waiting for him at home by the door? He wasn’t out in the middle of nowhere, but in a neighborhood, where someone could’ve helped him. Why didn’t anyone go check when they heard the accident or the car alarm? My ex used to call me Gladys Kravitz, from Bewitched.  He would tell me to mind my own business. I can’t help but think that if I heard it, I would have gone outside to investigate. I may have gone outside yelling to stop the f’ing honking, but doubt I would’ve done nothing. I pray for him and the family and friends he left behind.

Maybe the people who heard were afraid of retaliation for calling the police if it were drunk kids? Maybe they were just irritated by being woken up by the car alarm? Maybe they were like my ex and minding their own business.

Try harder or try another way? Many of us are afraid to ask for help and keep trying harder. When we do ask for help, it’s because we have given up on all the options we know. What can you do when someone is asking for help?

Love your neighbors, love yourself ❤

Love, gratitude and blessings


One of the most important scientific health breakthroughs of our lifetime
February 10, 2017, 1:15 am
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Who wants to join me? As a business? To improve your own health? Both?

ASEA  has helped me in so many ways! It’s marketed as anti-aging and for athletic performance and recovery. Although those things are great, it was the health benefits I was after.  It has helped me and so many of the people I’ve introduced it to so much, it would be a dis-service not to share with as many people as I can.

Go to and watch a few videos. If  ASEA sounds like the answer to any of your questions, go directly to my website

Look through the product packs and place your order. If you have questions, contact me. I’ll help you decide which one works best for your goals and budget.


For my current AND next 20 distributors who sign up with autoship when they become a distributor, stay on autoship for one year and also want to improve their health, I will offer you:

One year of Weekly Accountability Health Coaching sessions, including a nutritional plan based on your lifestyle and goals. I specialize in athletic, ketogenic, raw (and fermented foods) and Gerson diets, but can modify to meet your needs.

Monthly master mind calls, sharing ideas on improving all aspects of our lives.

For all distributors in the Puget Sound area, or those wanting to come, we will have monthly hikes in the Cascades or Olympics.

Let’s get healthy and grow together as a team! And meet in fun places around the globe!


For those of you in Australia, most of our team is there, so you’ll have upline to directly ask questions!

Love, gratitude and blessings


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