ShesheMiracles

My mother has

been a beautiful role model

in teaching me to have fun

in anything I do.

Welcome to our world!

When I decided to create a

“growing awareness tool”,

 I decided there must be a way

 to make writing fun.

In 1996 I decided to journal.

As a result,

Two years later I had only written 25 pages.

In doing so,

I awakened my consciousness

which sparked major shifts in my life.

I did not stop there.

I developed techniques for children. 

Allowing first and second graders

 to feel their power

and to believe in themselves. 

It was so successful,

I decided to have my first

group of adults. 

Educators were my goal.

I am an intuitive gardener.

As a child I loved being in a garden.

I remember when I was around six years old.

I had created a nice narrow path through a field to our closest and only neighbor.

He was of Asian decent,

besides the vegetable garden

he had may bonsai trees inside his home.

Outside his yard was lush, green, cool and inviting.  

I loved following him around and listening to him.

He would tell me why he was doing one thing or another.

When I was in third grade we moved to Capitola,

by the sea,

where we lived in a cute little neighborhood.

 Where I had many passionate gardeners to visit daily.

You could always find them puttering

in their gardens.

What I love most is them

telling me about their plants.

Years later when raising my own family,

were moving constantly.

We would rent houses with over-grown years.

I learned to love those years!

With a little love and attention and pruning sheers,

I could recreate what the original gardener

must have envisioned,

and they each became my Eden.

I rarely lived in a house for more than a year,

so I found myself turning toward indoor plants

(I could take them with me).

I loved creating lush kitchenettes

and dining rooms that looked like a solarium

from and old movies.

My plants flourished with all the love

and nurturing I gave them.

I even bought a long thin indoor watering hose

that reached across the room.

At the time,

I was unaware of the possibility

of any bugs or disease inhabiting  houseplants.

I do not have a memory of ever seeing a bug

or of having one of my plants die.

I believe the reason must have been,

it a leaf changed colors,

I would remove it.

Heaven forbid if any leaf

did not look pretty to my eyes!

For two years, my ex-husband and I with our four children, had been slowly traveling across Washington and Oregon.

I can still remember the last night before coming back into California. I was informed that when you wanted to bring a plant across the State line, inspectors pull the plant from the pot and cut off the green leaves. If that was not enough, they continued to knock the dirt from the roots and dip the plant in some liquid, and then throw the wet, poor root ball into a baggie and hand it back.

That very night I took the longest bath in history, while my husband, now ex, loaded the trailer, hiding my plants inside. I did not know which bothered me more, smuggling my plants across the border or imagining how I would survive the nightmare of watching them torture my (garden) babies.

In 1994, I married my wonderful husband Ed and moved into his home here in Santa Clara County. He had just removed all the trees and squared up all the Heavenly Bamboo bushes. He would always mow the tiny lawn very short, using it as a putting green, with hole included.

By 1997, I could no longer wait any more and had to get my hands on "his" yard. Because I was used to vamping, I found I did not know what to do without the jungle like over-growth or the bones of a garden.