Have you ever received a gift from Tiffany's? That little blue box, the exquisitely wrapped contents, holding tightly a treasure that few dare dream of possessing, but secretly wanting. It's stunning really. My first Tiffany's gift was beautiful and weird all at the same time. A feeling of odd unworthiness swept over me. I know, but I told you it was weird. The next gift, well, it was quite a different experience. It was gift from a mentor, someone I respected and valued every word she spoke. Her gifts themselves were of superior quality, she hardly needed to gift a Tiffany flute. Yet, there it was, in blue... For me. I kept it in it's box for far too long, fearing one of my five children, or four dogs would knock it over and shatter it. So there it sat, unused. I don't believe Charles Tiffany or John Young ever intended their treasure to be purchased and never experienced. After all, they have an full dining room for all to enjoy. Once I chose to remove it, the feeling was liberating. Opulence at it's finest. Why I kept it under wraps, I have no clue, since in our house the daily practice is to eat on China plates. My children make fun of me and my fancy pants ways calling them my “old lady plates". I just don't believe anyone should ever eat off of plastic if you can help it. We save the paper plates for Sabbath so as to minimize the amount of dish work we all have. Other than that, it's China for everyday use.

This is probably my grandmother's fault, on my mother's side. She had this annoying practice of mailing each child and grandchild a tea cup so that when she came, she was sure to have a fine china cup to drink her coffee from, not some coffee mug, like a commoner. Those would be her words, not mine.

As elitist as that may sound, it stuck with me for some reason. As I have created my own environment, filled with my own treasures and opulent practices, I have somehow adopted the love for beautiful dishes and frankly, the best that is available to me. Cross pens (though I do dream of a Montblanc or Aurora someday), Coach bags, though, I don't have much occasion to need a purse these days. And of course, foods. Isn't it wild how organic, vegan foods are considered opulent? After all, these are simply foods grown in the ground, for heaven's sake.


When I first began utilizing essential oils in my everyday lifestyle, I quickly realized their emotional healing potential~ specifically when I would cut hair from my house. The needs of southern women rivaled any of the fussiest cliental in Los Angeles to be sure. My Aria diffuser would sit atop my kitchen bar, gently diffusing Peace and Calming or Thieves, depending on time of year/day/who. Many would ask me what that thing was, often speculating it was a bong, before smoking weed was trendy. Sheepishly I shared it was a diffuser, and that I sort of liked it. But of course didn't know much about it. My face probably flamed with embarrassment due to being called a hippy most of my young adult life and I was sure this would only seal the deal. To be honest, I hated to be different, and yet everything in my life screamed of the differences between me, my family and everyone else I ever met. My essential oils only seemed to out me quicker. Little by little I began to feel more comfortable sharing the oils and eventually I jumped into a full fledged business, complete with leaving the world of cutting hair behind. In the salons I worked at I charged for my hair services, (obviously), and I charged a significant amount. There was zero question as to the amount of money I required to do the job asked of me. In fact, I never felt it was enough. When you invest an hour quibbling over the e x a c t shade of red miss Dori's hair must be for her weekly luncheon, you begin to see you're not charging as much as you're worth. Time, education, scissor investment, all of it plays a factor, not to mention the hours of extra schooling, Sassoon, Toni and Guy, etc. Anyway, you get the picture, I'm sure.

As a new distributor of these gems I am remiss to say I did not carry my wisdom of cost into this new business. I quickly learned many would actually balk at the cost of purchasing essential oils. Quipping, "$23 for Lavender?? I can get that at Whole Foods for only $6!" .... umm..... "But our farms, but quality but distillation but but but but..." I would say. Some would hear, some were like me, enjoying the finest quality, seeing value for what it was. Others didn't/wouldn't see the value. I wearied myself trying to convince those who argued and complained that it all was so expensive, helping them maybe budget it in, show actually how it wasn't that expensive. "Here, look! Look at this cute price per drop graphic", I would say. One thing I learned in hairdressing was stay out of people's wallets. Tell them what they need, what's good for them and leave it. Leave it and walk away. When they want it, they know where to find you. There's no haggling in high end salons, there is simply no haggling at Tiffany's either. Never would you ever walk into a Salon on Wilshire or Rodeo and ask what they charged for a haircut. You either scheduled, or did not. Simple. More costly and valuable that a high end haircut are my essential oils. The changes that have come to my home, to my family because of these is remarkable. Truly astounding. Why on earth would I let anyone cheapen them by listening to their balking at cost? I know what I hold in my hands as I use these, I know their value. If you use the same oils that I do, know that they truly are invaluable, highly sought after ancient treasures that for centuries kings possessed and gave as gifts. I'm not sure what has happened in the last 150 years to the mindset surrounding the value of these ancient healing tools, as they are no less challenging to grow, harvest and distill properly than they were millenia ago. In some cases they have become as rare as a Black Opal, and some, even extinct. And yet, most treat them as common as a paper plate.

You find yourself sharing essential oils, desperately trying to convince the world that yours are top notch, the best of the best. All the while diving into your perspective clients wallet helping them afford it. All while doing your level best to share why yours are optimal for their health. Stop. Don't do that. Only in network marketing do we do this, and it's absurd. If Charles Tiffany and John Young were to have began an essential oil company rather than a diamond business, I doubt their philosophy would have changed. The company that you share essential oils from, what is their value? Do they claim to settle for status quo, follow other companies' standards or have a subpar commitment to excellence? Or do they set the standards for the industry? Are they pioneers, committed to excellence? And do they steward the earth with extreme attention and care? If the company in which you share essential oils from has a "Tiffany" type standard and quality, shouldn't you?

I've got news for you, my friend. If you have chosen to partner with such a company, you have Tiffany quality essential oils, not Wal Mart. You have Rodeo Drive quality, not Hollywood Blvd. Like a fine champagne flute or a china tea cup, they are meant to be used, yet treasured. Shared but with great discretion.


There was a time when I would let anyone share my oils, even offer them with abandon. It would pain me, almost like a gut punch, when I'd offer a beloved oil to a friend and they would, with great distain, cry out, "oh! That stinks! What is it?" I would apologize profusely. Now, I'm more discreet. I'm patient. Not everyone gets the opportunity to enjoy and experience these with me, because not everyone would value them as the treasures they are as I do.

Like the Salon I worked at before, I don't advertise any more, I let them come to me. Those who know what I have, the quality they seek, know exactly where to find me~ sipping my Orange infused Ningxia Red from my Tiffany's flute. I know the value of what I have, do you?






Melanoma Awareness Month. Ready to learn?

Think with me for a moment~ can you imagine being immune to diseases? The definition of immune is, "protected or exempt, not affected or influenced by something, resistant to a particular infection or toxin".

Funny isn't it? We have an "immune system" built in to our bodies. A protected or exempt, not affected or influenced by something, resistant to a particular infection or toxin system...


When people first hear that I am plant based/vegan, their immediate follow up is 1001 reason why they themselves are not, could never be, and my favorite, shouldn't be, a plant based eater. You'll note I never asked them... If you and I have talked in person, you did this. It's ok, I see you.

Food is emotional.

Taste.

Comfort.

Chewing.

All of it, emotional.

I get it.

But deep down, everyone is looking for that magic elixir to a long and healthy life. And still, when presented with options and choices, pertaining to the taste buds, many balk.

Yet, I have invested the better part of 10 years researching reversing cancer, preventing it and even ways to cure it, and the one thing, the magic elixir I keep coming back to is food.

Specific foods.

High in nutrients, low in calories. High in minerals, devoid of unnecessary fat and grease.

By now it should be so apparent that food, emotional health and your environment are the trifectas to longevity.

But maybe you're not one to remove every unhealthy food, thought, and toxin from your space and replace it today with only perfection of plants and purity of thought. May I be the one to assuage your fears and tell you, that is ok?

Easy plus one, dear friends, easy plus one. I stole this from our homeschool, ps, and let me tell you, easy plus one, it's a game changer in every way.

Easy plus one is simple this~ do what is currently easy for you, and add one thing that seems a challenge. i.e. add in a double portion of salad to tonight's meal, until it becomes your easy. Then move on to the next. See how that works?

I'm not going to tell you what your easy plus one should be, that has gotten e into trouble in past conversations. You already know anyway.


What I will do is give you a list of things to choose from, then you decide~

Spinach, blueberries, raspberries, strawberries, apricots, blackberries and wolfberries. Seriously, add these to your day in a generous helping and you will notice some cool things.

It's worth noting that 10 years ago my son was diagnosed with the worst cancer known. One that is aggressive, hell bent on returning with gusto. And yet, never again did it darken our door. Not only that, our family has only increase in exceptional health, vitality and strength.

Not only are we aware of melanoma, we are aware of how to never hear from it again.

Wouldn't it be incredible to know that your immune system is doing exactly what it was designed to do, be immune to anything? The choice is yours, all you have to do is make up your mind.

Updated: Apr 21

There is a word I have fallen in love with over these past two years- Opulence.

Defined by Webster’s as great wealth or luxuriousness. Synonymous with words like richness, luxury, splendor, magnificence, grandeur, splendidness, classiness, wealth, affluence, wealthiness, and prosperity.

In a recent social media post I remarked about being seen as a rich white lady by many in my community. A fellow rich white lady commented, “rich huh? Young Living must being doing well for you!”. At first I rolled my eyes and shrugged it off as typical behavior of those who don’t know how truly wealthy they are.


The comment made me sad for this person, that she didn’t understand opulence as I have grown to understand and appreciate it. How do I know she didn’t understand it? Because she doesn’t see herself as a rich wealthy, affluent, prosperous or, as evidenced by her comment, classy. Nor would she dare admit it even if she did see herself that way. Something I like to call, white guilt, but that is not the topic at hand.

Opulence has such a richness to it, that is dripping with luxury. If you create an opulent environment for yourself, everything is high quality and has high standards.

Now, lest you think to yourself I must only shop at Tiffany’s (not yet), or purchase all my furnishings at Pompanoosuc Mills or Restoration Hardware, (not quite my taste), opulence isn’t defined necessarily by the price tag. It’s an attitude of mind, a feeling, perhaps in the language you use. It may have something to do with the cost of a thing, but this isn’t what solely defines opulence. You can be opulent in speech, in the way you carry yourself in a room full of people or even, on creating a social media post. You can be opulent in what you allow yourself to watch or listen to. Single men can be opulent by what types of women they think of, look at and hope for. Women, we can be opulent by the way we speak of men, how we treat them, no matter how we have been treated in the past. Opulence, it is an art.


Opulence is truly walking as Jesus did in a culture that is completely riddled with scarcity, restraint, simplicity, and poverty. These are the very opposite of opulence.

Opulence is excellence in everything- not doing life half way, slapping something together or throwing a meal in the microwave. It’s an hour long pot of vegan chili made to such perfection that even those most committed to meat will requires seconds. I wish I could offer the recipe, alas, it's in my head. Opulence.

Perhaps a diffuser combination~ such as several drops of Rose married with Bergamot and Geranium because you know the mood in the room could use a stout amount of harmony and balance. Opulence in this case is not hoarding a $190 bottle of essential oil, and only sniffing the cap for fear of it running out, but rather, using it as you have need, as you might Lemon or Peppermint.


At this point it’s only fair to share another favorite word as of late~ Stewardship. Many, especially in the Western Christian culture use this word when speaking to how we should spend money, or how to not spend it. When in reality it means the job of supervising or taking care of something. Synonymous with words such as administration, care, charge, conduct, control, direction, governance, guidance, handling, management, operation, oversight, regulation, running, supervision.

So while many think that using 5 drops of Rose oil in a diffuser or purchasing $16 Vegan tortellini for dinner isn’t being a good steward of finances, that’s not entirely accurate and can lend itself to a more scarce, simple, restrained and poor state of mind.

Opulence has woven it’s luxurious way throughout the fabric of our home in many tiny ways, which has created a feeling of a haven for us all. From eating on antique China plates for every meal, including snacks, to listening to coffee table jazz while cooking dinner and sipping Kombucha, or even to the little crystal bowls sitting on my daughters’s dressing filled with their lipsticks and jewelry. Did I mention the first and last example were purchases of an estate sale, for a total of $25 China, 3 crystal bowls, crystal platter and a sack of lightbulbs? See? Opulence isn’t about a price tag.

If we claim to live as Jesus did and do the things that Jesus did, we might want to begin with thinking in terms of Opulence. Wasn’t it Jesus who chastised the Pharisees for NOT anointing Him with oil and washing His feet, after they chastised Him for allow such a waste (poor stewardship) of costly perfume? Wasn’t it Jesus that offered to feed over 5,000 people, only to have leftovers? And, pardon me, but wasn’t it Jesus who made His first miracle a, ahem, wine run?

Opulence.

All throughout the pages of scripture we see opulence.

Why do I love this word so much? Because it reminds me of the One who first showed such extravagant abundance of opulence in His own earthly life and teaches me to do the same. Because I want people I meet and work with to feel every bit as cared for as I have by Him. And most of all, because Opulence is what He tells us we are worth. And that my friends, is everything.




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