She is the author of Intentional Healing: One Woman’s Path to Higher Consciousness and Freedom from Environmental and Other Chronic Illnesses and is a contributing writer to Conscious Life News.
The opening of her memoir about self healing is vivid and engaging.
I lay in the darkness. The heat rising up from the bottom of the pit was intense, and I was drenched in sweat. I could hear the chanting of the medicine man, but the sound was muffled by
the blankets covering the opening. The air in the pit was heavy and laced with the scent of steaming herbs, cedar, and spruce. I was coughing. A corner of the blankets was suddenly pulled back, and the medicine man thrust a gourd at me.
“Drink as much as you can.”
I managed three large gulps of the bitter liquid and handed the gourd back. I lay back down and the pit was sealed once again. I started talking to Jesus.
How did I get here? How did a Catholic schoolgirl, whose education was punctuated with daily devotions to Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, wind up in a pit on the property of a medicine man in Navajo country?