Who HASN’T started to feel run-down at some point during this crazy time? Everyone I’ve spoken with has felt it to some extent. Of course, that got the researcher in me thinking.
It all started one day when I was reminding my kids about planning meals for the following week (if you don’t know how we make that work, check it out here.) At the same time, I was also thinking which supplements each of the five bodies in our house needed, since we are all different.
My inner nerd kicked in. I’ve always been fascinated with how things work together, and planning meals, vitamins, minerals, and thinking about strong immune systems is no exception. My goal is for each member of my family to have the strongest immune system possible going into this fall and winter.
As I started researching and writing, I realized all this info is too good to keep to myself. I want to share with you the food recipes, nutrition information, whole food supplements, and diffuser and roller bottle ideas I’ve found to help us reach these goals. You'll start with a checklist and the ten most common deficiencies to help you know what your body needs most. From my desire to help others identify these lacking areas, Vitality and Vibrance for the Whole Body was born.
If you are ready to jump in and learn all the things, make sure you message me at ginny@sageginny.com.
Mine actually fell in my lap. True Story. I got a call from a friend one morning that his job needed some last minute help, so I chipped in … to park cars.
Yep, I see you saying, “Parking cars?! How is that a dream job?” Bear with me a moment.
This was a family-owned canoe livery, where we rented river equipment to hundreds of people on the weekends, late May to mid September. That first summer, I would park cars from 9AM-3PM, then I would spend several hours learning the ins and outs of the business. By the next summer, I had been moved into the “office.”
I definitely use the term “office” loosely. It was an old, historic building, no air conditioning. We often worked 12 hour days jam-packed days, where someone would grab a tomato from the garden, slap together a sandwich for you, and you would grab bites in between customers. It was hot, sweaty work, dealing with every personality type under the sun … and I wouldn’t trade a minute of the 15 seasons I worked there.
You see, customers became friends. They came back year after year and wanted to catch up with you. I’ve heard that years later there are still people who ask for me by name. Most importantly, the folks who owned the business took me and the other employees as FAMILY. Saturdays were home-cooked dinners, and the fridge was always stocked for us. Many of us were given places to stay and sleep if we wanted. In short, it became my home-away-from-home. I was valued for my work, and I was loved for who I was.
My last summer there was over a decade ago, and it took a long time to find another job that made my heart that happy. I never let the exhaustion, the difficult customers, or whole weekends lost to bad weather drag me down. I was excited to go to work every single day and so deeply saddened when we had to close at the end of a season.
Now, I’m not saying your dream job is to work at a canoe livery. What I am saying is this: find a place that ignites your passion. Where the owners become your family. One where you actually miss it when you are on vacation. And above all, find a job where people appreciate your personality and talents and pour into you, leaving you a better person that when you first walked through those doors … or in my case, the field parking lot.
This guy had a traumatic start to life. He was rescued not once, but three times … and then he ended up saving and fixing a gaping hole in our hearts. But that wasn’t then end of the rescuing.
(If you missed the beginning of the story, you can find it here.)
We will never know if Jay’s health issues came from a lack in his birth mother’s milk, the trauma of being abandoned in a ditch, the eye infection that set in, or something he needed that his adoptive cat mama couldn’t give him. We do know that we did everything the sanctuary and vet recommended once we adopted him. But it wasn’t enough.
Sure, he was happy, playful, and gaining weight. All the “professionals” said he was fine; however, he had horrible skin issues, from hair falling out to sores. We used the non-grain food we were told to buy. Heck, I even researched a raw diet and made pet food … only to have all the cats turn up their noses and act like I was trying to feed them sawdust. Yep, that’s a cat for you … and I absolutely love them for it.
The worst was when we used the vet-prescribed flea and tick treatment on the poor fellow. He turned lethargic, threw up, and lost a patch of hair larger than a silver dollar. I already had my doubts about those meds, but we were told it must have been the brand. I waited a couple of months, tried a different brand, and we had the same results. That was when I said enough was enough.
The human members and non-feline pets of our family had been using natural wellness options for some time. I had allowed fear to keep me from pursuing a deep and constant use of those same choices on our cats. Well, not after that drastic hair loss. I researched safe options to keep the creepy crawlies away, tried it on five cats, and had 100% success, no negative side effects. I decided to keep learning.
That wasn’t the end of Jay’s skin troubles. Any little nick would turn into a large scab; a large untreated scab sometimes became an abscess. We once again tried prescribed meds (our poor daughter, after losing one cat, wanted to follow a doctor’s orders), and those failed him every time. His human momma finally realized the value of natural options, and now Jay heals easily and quickly. In fact, his skin health and rapid recovery has become quite the joyful story in our household.
We would love to have you join us and learn more about caring for your pets and livestock in a different way.
This guy was a scrawny thing the first time we saw him at the animal sanctuary. In fact, my daughter didn’t even pick him up at first. It wasn’t a love at first sight story (well, for her; my heart had a feeling.)
A little backstory for you: several years before, we had gone to the same sanctuary and asked to foster a mama cat and her kittens. We came home with a mother and barely 3 day old babies. Yeah, I know, I’m crazy. The kids immediately fell in love, chose their favorite babies, and named them. When it came time to send them back to be adopted, we claimed all three kittens and the mama (because how many female cats spend way too long waiting for adoption?)
We loved all of them to the moon and back, but one day, the worst happened. Our older daughter’s cat got out, and we couldn’t find her anywhere. We looked for weeks, and then months. Our whole family was heartbroken, but our daughter was especially devastated. I waited until I thought she might be ready, and then one day I said to her, “Would you like to go look at kittens?” She smiled and cried at the same time, nodding her head.
Once at the sanctuary, she actually looked at this guy first. Then she moved from cat tower to tower and back again, looking at all options. You see, she knew she didn’t want a kitten with similar coloring, but she thought she wanted another female. I, along with her two siblings, waited patiently.
And at that moment, it happened. This handsome grey tabby reached his paw out of the tower, touched my daughter, and meowed at her. That was all it took. She asked to hold him, and as she did, the volunteers told us his story. He had been found, almost dead, in a ditch. (In fact, his momma cat and rest of the litter didn’t make it.) Another mother cat, who was nursing her own litter about 2 weeks younger than this rescue, took him in and loved him as her own. His health seemed to have rebounded, and he was up for adoption.
By this point, our daughter was openly crying happy tears, the kitten was perched on her shoulder, and there was no doubt we were taking him home. In many ways, he rescued us. We have never regretted that decision for a moment, but it did start us on a path of learning all about unique health needs for him, and the cats, dog, rabbits, turtles, birds, hermit crabs, and bearded dragon we had a home.
I doubt there is a single family in the United States who is experiencing the summer they expected (and if you are the exception, I would love to hear from you.)
Like so many others, we’ve lost get-togethers with friends, cooking out, lazy days on the water, summer camps, and day trips to random places like the world’s largest hippo hang nail.
Unlike many of our friends, we didn’t lose the pool altogether.
Thankfully, the board split the membership into two groups, allowing us to make reservations to attend every other day. The pools are split into swimming zones, and families register for a certain time to swim. Not ideal, but certainly better than nothing, right?
At least that was what I told my kids. Inside, I was chaffing at having to plan out our pool times (after all, even in this weird 2020 summer, who wants to have someone else decide their schedule??)And when we had a stretch that all of our pool times where getting rained out, it really became hard to maintain the good attitude.
Then I reevaluated. Yes, we missed a few days. But on the days we were there, very often there were unclaimed swimming zones, meaning we could stay longer, which has been especially important to our youngest, who hasn’t gone anywhere other than the pool in I-don’t-know-how-long. But the most important difference is the one that will have the longest lasting impact.
My husband (and the awesome daddy to our amazing kids) has been able to go to the pool with us.
That may not sound like much to some families, but it is huge to ours. You see, I grew up in a family with a wonderful father who worked long hours so we could afford to go places like the pool, but that meant he was rarely physically there. I guess it should come as no surprise that I married a man who also wants to provide for his family. It has been slightly different in that at least my husband could periodically show up at the pool for 10 minutes or so to watch the children’s latest tricks or to treat them to ice cream. I’ve always been grateful for that. With the Rona came a new appreciation.
Due to working from home and being able to mostly arrange his hours, my hubby has been going to the pool with us almost every time. Not only that, he is IN the pool, playing with the kids, participating in any silly game they concoct. I can hear their laughter before I ever even make it to the pool deck. And it is the most amazing gift.
We’ve had some hard years. My husband wasn’t always the most emotionally present. The kids often referred to him as “grumpy.” There were times we clearly knew to avoid his negative attitude. But if there is a silver lining of coronavirus, it is that he is more present in our lives than ever, and he is making a tremendous effort to keep it all positive. Watching him in the pool with our kids has helped me to fall in love with him all over again.
So, yeah, this is the summer that wasn’t … but it is also the summer full of endless possibilities.
