Heart Book Series

Have you ever felt that your life was over?
The life you loved, cherished, and had dreamt about–just blasted into a million fragments and scattered in the wind?

It happened to me one winter’s day. I was divorced with a nine year old son. We had been through some challenging times, emotionally and financially. But everything, finally, was coming up roses. I had landed a job at a Fortune 500 up and coming small company. Not only had I landed the job, but the company was so thrilled with my interview, to make sure that I was happy and would stay on, they were wining and dining me. A few weeks before I landed the job, as a hobby, I had signed up for a computer repair course. It, too, was going wonderfully and was a super outlet. Without the financial stress hanging over me, my son and my relationship began to flourish.
 
We experienced one of the best Christmases that we had ever had together in 1997. But just a few weeks later, my life took a disastrous turn. Walking out of my computer class one night, one of my fellow classmates, a 300 plus pound rugby player, unthinkingly picked me up (as rugby players do to fellow teammates), and before I could holler from the pain caused by his two powerful fists being thrust into my spine, he knocked the wind completely out of me. I was left with a spinal cord contusion and spent the next year in bed. It felt as though 150 volts of electric current were being shot down my legs–the pain of childbirth paled in comparison. Because of the excruciating pain, for the first two weeks I wasn’t able to eat and lost approximately 12 pounds. After that, each day was a sickening blur of pain and tears. My father, thankfully, stepped in and took over the care of my son. (My mom had passed away five years before.)
 
The days endlessly dragged, one meshing into the next. And, with every passing moment, I grew into deeper despair and depression. Suicidal thoughts crossed my mind. I didn’t want to die; I loved my son and had loved my life, but I so desperately wanted a reprieve from the pain, I was considering all my options.
 
At times, I could venture out of bed for brief periods. It was excruciating to move, but I did manage to get out and see doctors. At 33 years old, I was told that mine would be a life of endless, relentless pain.
 
Yet after about six months of lying in bed crying, something in me shifted. My dark, ominous depression grew into anger. I knew I wasn’t the only one suffering with chronic pain. One out of three Americans live in constant pain. And, before this injury, I had spent 20 years, on and off, with back pain. I made a pledge to find an answer. And, I made a covenant that if I did find a solution, I’d come back and help others. I literally went on a crusade reading close to 200 books and articles on the back, joints, arthritis, and on health in general. I also picked up the phone and interviewed over 300 physicians, chiropractors, physical therapists and other healthcare practitioners.
 
One day it hit me; I had a major epiphany! I realized that the majority of the medical community was missing the real cause and, for that reason, the simple cure of almost every single musculoskeletal ailment (back pain, carpal tunnel syndrome, tendinitis, arthritis, etc.).
 
It‚s been nine years since my injury. I‚m now a therapist and a self-published author. And although I’ve only sold a few hundred books (my marketing has been pretty much nil), I’ve had people come for treatment from as far away as Florida (I’m in Los Angeles). Presently I share an office, but I’m contemplating opening up my own. If I do, I’ll offer my clients money back guarantees for everything from back pain, to arthritis, to carpal tunnel syndrome, to foot problems (like hammer toes and plantar fasciitis), and for many other ailments. During that year in bed, I was blessed and fortunate enough to literally find the cause and solution to many ailments that plague our society–and I want to tell the world. My goal is Oprah!
 
This past Christmas, as my boyfriend (Steve), my son (John), and I hiked through Zion National Park, I stopped at a waterfall. I told Steve and John to go on ahead, and that I‚d catch up with them. I watched the crystal water cascading over the majestic cliff and land like feathers on rocks laden with ice and snow. I marveled at the similarities of the water free flowing over the cliff with no difficulty, just as my body now climbed the mountain trails with amazing ease–a body completely free of pain. On this marvelous Christmas day, it dawned on me that I’d never want to go through that nightmarish year in bed again–but I wouldn’t change it for the world.
 
I had and continue to touch lives in ways that make my heart sing. People come to see me, some sobbing and depressed, some even suicidal, because of their relentless pain. Some people have serious ailments like severe disk herniations and arthritic knees that doctors say need replacing. Yet I have an unbelievable success rate.
 
Little did I know that cold wintry day, nine years ago, when I thought my life was over, it was merely in a metamorphic state. Out of a cocoon of unimaginable pain, I am able to painlessly spread my wings, embracing others–helping them lead pain free lives.
 
–Sue Crossen, CMT/injury & Rehabilitation Therapist
Author: Back Pain Breakthrough and Carpal Tunnel Syndrome Breakthrough
www.healingresults.com

Toasts for Good Cheer

No matter what looms ahead, if you can eat today, enjoy today,
mix good cheer with friends today enjoy it and bless God for it.
~Henry Ward Beecher

At Christmas play and make good cheer,
for Christmas comes but once a year.
~Thomas Tusser

Kwanzaa:
7 Day Pan-African Festival

Kwanzaa (or Kwaanza) is a week-long Pan-African festival primarily honoring African-American heritage. It is observed from December 26 to January 1 each year, almost exclusively in the United States of America.

1997 began celebrating Kwanzaa as "A Celebration of Family, Community, and Culture." The first Kwanzaa stamp was issued by the United States Postal Service on October 22 at the Natural History Museum in Los Angeles, California. In 2004 a second Kwanzaa stamp, created by artist Daniel Minter was issued which has seven figures in colorful robes symbolizing the seven principles.

• Umoja (Unity) To strive for and to maintain unity in the family, community, nation and race.

• Kujichagulia (Self-Determination) To define ourselves, name ourselves, create for ourselves and speak for ourselves.
• Ujima (Collective Work and Responsibility) To build and maintain our community together and make our brothers’ and sisters’ problems our problems and to solve them together.
• Ujamaa (Cooperative Economics) To build and maintain our own stores, shops and other businesses and to profit from them together.
• Nia (Purpose) To make our collective vocation the building and developing of our community in order to restore our people to their traditional greatness.
• Kuumba (Creativity) To do always as much as we can, in the way we can, in order to leave our community more beautiful and beneficial than we inherited it.
• Imani (Faith) To believe with all our heart in our people, our parents, our teachers, our leaders and the righteousness and victory of our struggle.

For items to purchase that celebrate Kwanzaa, go to WomenRisingNow.com
For more detailed information, go to: Wikipedia.

Christmas is different once you grow up, move away from home, and find that as the wife of a man in the United States Air Force home is wherever you at at that moment in time.  Moving first to Selfridge Air Force Base in Michigan, Christmas there was much like any other with the cold weather and snow that I was used to in Wisconsin. What was different was not having family nearby. Sure there were the phone calls from Mom, Dad, Grandparents, presents that came through the mail in brown paper outer wrappings often weeks before the big day and cards from those friends back home that now seemed far away. Having to make sure that any cards and packages were sent out in time to arrive before the Christmas day. You learn to share these holidays with other military families living on base with you who are in the same situation. 
 
After two years in South Carolina, Bob, my husband, was in Vietnam where Christmas was a time alone, living in Hanahan, a small community outside Charleston Air Force Base, with now a family of four children we had added to our lives and waiting for his tour overseas to end. Shopping at the base for gifts for the family in the warmth of a Southern day just didn’t seem right and hard to get used to. Spanish Moss is nothing like the sight of snow sparkling and glistening as you peer out the window watching it fall. 
 
Winter in Minot, North Dakota, at the base was memorable, one I could have done without. Cold, and blowing wind, all part of winter along with snow that swirled constantly creating a haze because of the intensity where reaching zero degrees would have felt like a heat wave. The great parts were the Northern lights with their every changing rainbows of pinks, blues, yellows that would intensify and diminish like great bands of ribbons across the sky. Spectacular! Glancing out the window at night and looking twice to make sure that really was two white snowshoe rabbits in the yard, standing four feet tall, that you never saw in the light of day. Where did they go then? Not so good winter didn’t end then. Easter baskets in snowdrifts, eggs hidden in the basement, little league opening day canceled due to too much snow on the field. The worry all winter long, the hope that the car would start. 
 
On to California, where arriving at the end of August, thought we would die from the heat. How could anyone function in this hundred plus heat? The first winter here was great, the boys out riding their new bikes on Christmas, racing remote control cars up and down the driveway in shorts on a seventy- two degree day. March Air Force Base nearby to shop at for Christmas wearing sunglasses and in shorts. Quite a contrast from what we had just left behind. 
 
It is now thirty-seven years that have come and gone since I arrived here, and I have gotten used to Christmas without snow to shovel, having to layer clothes, put on snow boots, gloves, and sometimes, I look up at the mountains covered like huge ice cream cones with snow and think how beautiful it is, but most of all knowing the car will start. 
 
-Ruth Koepp

Make Me An Instrument of Thy Peace
St. Francis of Assisi

ETIQUETTE:
Workplace Holiday Gift-Giving Etiquette
with Bosses and Co-Workers

Company policies on gift giving among employees tend to vague or non-existent.  What has become increasingly prevalent, though, is a corporate attitude that actions that create or imply a hostile workplace environment will not be tolerated.  If there is a question of political correctness, people at all levels are encouraged to "play it safe."  Many companies also (formally and informally) put dollar limits, often $25, on gift values, mirroring traditional IRS guidelines for limits on undocumented gift giving. 

-John Reddish

New Year’s Quotations

I do think New Year’s resolutions can’t technically be expected to begin on New Year’s Day, don’t you? Dieting on New Year’s Day isn’t a good idea as you can’t eat rationally but really need to be free to consume whatever is necessary, moment by moment, in order to ease your hangover. I think it would be much more sensible if resolutions began generally on January the second. 
~Helen Fielding, Bridget Jones’s Diary

Message of Gratitude from Rhonda Byrne, creator of The Secret

Rhonda Byrne
The Secret… bringing joy to billions.

BE THANKFUL

– Author Unknown

Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life.
It turns what we have into enough, and more.
It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity.
It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home,
a stranger into a friend.
Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today,
and creates a vision for tomorrow.

–Melody Beattie

The Last Piece of Pie

~Lillian Berman~

Family Holidays: Built Upon the Past
November 21, 2007

Being in situations that we might not choose for ourselves allows us to see ourselves in a new light. The contrast helps us to see our own strengths and weaknesses, and to learn to accept others for theirs. Part of the magic of family is the way in which it bonds diverse people together, allowing them to function as a complete unit. Who we are today has been built upon our past. If nothing else, rejoining with the family and friends who knew us in our earlier days allows us to recall where we came from so that we can appreciate all that we’ve been given.

www.DailyOm.com

NON-DAIRY, LOW-FAT PUMPKIN PIE

Servings: 8

Nutrition Facts are for filling only.

Ingredients 1-1/2 packages Mori-Nu Silken Lite Firm Tofu* 2 cups canned or cooked pumpkin 2/3 cup honey 1 tsp. vanilla 1 Tbsp. pumpkin pie spice or next 4 ingredients 1-1/2 tsp. ground cinnamon 3/4 tsp. ground ginger 1/4 tsp. ground nutmeg 1/4 tsp. ground cloves 1 unbaked 9" pastry crust * For firmer texture, use Mori-Nu Silken Extra Firm Tofu

Method Drain tofu and blend in a food processor or blender until smooth. Add remaining ingredients; blend well. Pour into unbaked pie crust. Bake in preheated 350 degree F oven for about 1 hour. Filling will be soft, but will firm as it chills. Chill and serve.

Nutritional Notes Provides 2g of fiber per serving

Nutritional Facts Calories: 122 Fat: 1g Carbohydrates: 26g Sodium: 49mg Cholesterol:: 0mg Protein: 4g

Menus to check out.

Lori’s Easy Pumpkin Pie
(Dairy-Free Filling)

Ingredients:
•    1 cup Rice Dream Classic Original or Vanilla
•    2 large eggs, lightly beaten
•    2 cups unsweetened canned pumpkin (1-16 oz. can)
•    1/2 cup maple syrup
•    1 tsp. cinnamon
•    1/4 tsp. ginger powder
•    1/2 tsp. nutmeg
•    1/2 tsp. allspice
•    1/2 tsp. sea salt
•    1 unbaked 9" pie crust

From Imagine Foods, www.tastethedream.com

Heart Book Trilogy Contributors Autograph Dec. 6 at Borders San Diego/Gaslamp Quarter

UNIQUE MULTI-AUTHOR EVENT!

Sheryl Roush and ALL contributors to the Heart of a Woman, Heart of a Mother and Heart of the Holidays books will be autographing copies on Thursday, December 6 at 7:00pm at BORDERS bookstore  in the heart of San Diego, on 6th Avenue, downtown in the historical Gaslamp Quarter.

More than a book signing, contributors will READ THEIR original STORY or POEM to the holiday shoppers! Contributors present will include: Carolle Jean-Murat, MD, (Holidays), Darlene Fahl-Brittian (Mother, Holidays), Linda Ferber (Mother, Holidays), Rev. Uki MacIsaac (Holidays),  Adria Manary (Mother), Selena Parker (Mother, Holidays), Debra Simpson (Mother, Woman), James Tucker (Mother, Holidays), and series originator Sheryl Roush (Holidays, Woman, Mother).

Twice awarded the "Ms. Heart of San Diego" crown for service to her community, Sheryl is a proud native San Diegan, born and raised.

Deb Simpson, Magic in Words, is podcast recording the authors reading the contributions in their own voice!

Borders, 668 6th Avenue, San Diego, CA 92101, Store Phone: 619.702.4200

Gluten-Free Pumpkin Pie Crusts

Pie crust #1:
1 and 1/2 cup rice flour
1/3 cup of ground almonds (may use hazelnuts or walnuts instead)
1/4-1/3 cup olive oil (or use coconut oil for its many healthy properties)
2 TB maple syrup
1-2 TB water as needed
From www.glutenfreegirl.com

Pie crust #2:
"My favorite gluten-free pie crust" adapted from Rebecca Reilly’s Gluten-Free Baking Book.
1 cup white rice flour
1/2 sorghum flour
1/2 cup potato starch
3 tablespoons sweet rice flour
3 teaspoons sugar
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon strong cinnamon (I use Saigon cinnamon from World Spice Merchants)
8 tablespooons (or, one stick) cold butter
1 large egg
2 tablespoons apple cider vinegar
1/4 ice-cold water, or enough to make the dough stick together

Posted by Shauna at http://glutenfreegirl.blogspot.com/2006

Giving

Every Christmas season when the Salvation Army bells start to toll, Christmas trees light up, people’s hearts either open or close, I think about it.

In my little, cold, seaside Massachusetts hometown, suffering from some of the varied, inexplicable sadness that can plague the human mind . . . my mother often wandered along Main Street. In the process, she occasionally befriended the homeless. Perhaps she saw in them kindred free spirits. Or, perhaps the lack of societal demands inside such a friendship comforted her.

There is one memory of a transaction between her and a homeless woman that never left me. I was five, all bundled up. She was old, and huddled in a shoddy blanket. Her usual camp was across the sidewalk from my mother’s favorite bookstore, the one filled with endless shelves of the rare and used.

It was a Cape Cod December night, a snowflake-less, cheerless December night, a not-even-another-car-on-the-winter-road December night. I trudged along the sidewalk ahead of my mother’s meandering path. Not a single streetlight seemed bright enough to cut the fog.

My mother’s steps halted behind me, so I turned. I watched in a mixture of awe and horror, as my mother, on food stamps, welfare, and housing assistance, pulled out the last five dollar bill she had in a purse stuffed full of coupons . . .and handed it to the homeless woman.

But then I saw a light bright enough to cut through the relentless gray. It was this woman’s glowing smile, as she muttered her “Thank you.”  My mother nodded, intermittently happy. We trudged forward.

 “But give it to your daughter.”

I turned again, but this time because the homeless woman had leaned forward, reached out to me, taken my little mittened hand, and stuck that five dollar bill right in it.

She had nothing left to give. Yet she held nothing back.

It was many, many Christmases later when I finally got it. That smile on the homeless woman’s face had actually come from the realization that she, too, was about to be able to give.

~Danica Oliver, Junior League of San Diego

The Holiday Season is always a special time for me. It has become even more important since I went 500 miles away to college three years ago. I don’t get to come home as often as I’d like to but I look at it as a way to make the moments I do go home even more special. Visiting family and friends for two weeks and making memories is something I find extremely special. Christmas of 2006 was probably my favorite Christmas. The year before my family had decided to spend Christmas and New Year’s in Hawaii and it just wasn’t as special. So Christmas of 2006 was even more important because it was back to normal and we weren’t lounging on the beach drinking strawberry daiquiris in 83 degree weather. It was full of two weeks of family time and tradition.

Perhaps the best part of this last Christmas was a trip my father and I took to San Francisco for the day. It must’ve been two or three years since I had been to San Francisco, a mere hour and fifteen minutes from my hometown of Modesto. My dad and I had planned it for just the two of us. We would drop my brother off at the Oakland airport because he had to get back to school and from there we would drive into the city.

The trip started out with my dad really having to go to the bathroom. We had gotten coffee from home and we didn’t even slow down until we dropped Christopher, my brother, off. Well, when the “urge” kicked in we were almost to the Bay Bridge and there is no way you can stop once you get on. God forbid we hit traffic! So we opted to stop before paying the toll to get on the bridge.

First, we found a Chevron station. We stopped the car and hopped out. The man at the counter explained to us that this Chevron doesn’t have public bathrooms. So strike one. I decided to drive from that point because my poor dad was about to burst. After so many years of him having to frantically stop for my little bladder, we found that the tables had turned and I was the one in charge of Operation Bladder Relief. The second place we stopped was a “Mom and Pop” coffee shop a few streets down.

“They have to have restrooms!” I exclaimed. “They are a coffee shop!” So we ran inside and the first thing we noticed was a big sign that said, “NO PUBLIC RESTROOMS. SORRY.” Strike two.

My dad said a word I can’t repeat in this story and we ran back out to the car. “Don’t worry Daddy! I will find you a bathroom! Just hold it! Think of the desert,” I said.

Finally we stopped near a dock in Oakland that was dedicated to the author Jack London. I decided to just stay in the car since I pulled up in a roundabout that had no parking. So my dad jumped out and was off to find a bathroom. The only problem was where we had stopped virtually nothing was open yet because it was still early in the morning. So after walking around for about ten minutes and asking a maintenance man who couldn’t decipher anything my dad was trying to ask him, he came back to the car.

“Ready?” I asked.
“No, I still couldn’t find one! Jen, I think I might just sneak behind that restaurant and go,” he replied.

After having a good laugh, I said, “Ok, hurry up! I’ll look out for anyone approaching your way and I’ll honk if they are.”

Well my dad was smart enough to check the restaurant he was going to illegally relieve himself on and it happened to be getting ready to open and they welcomed him to use their facilities.

After this now hysterical debacle, we were ready to get to San Francisco. We had decided to go to Alcatraz Island and take the tour because I had never been there before and I had always been interested in any type of American history. My dad accompanied my brother on a tour of Alcatraz when he was in boy scouts but I had never been. This was a special trip to me because it was something my dad and I could do so many years after he had done it with my brother. Alcatraz had so much history to it. It had been a military base, then a federal prison, then a group of American Indians occupied it until they got kicked off, and finally today it is operated by the government for tours and a glimpse of its incredible history. I wouldn’t want to share that tour with anyone other than my dad because we both appreciate history and interesting facts.

After the tour and we were walking back to Pier 39 to eat, it had started to rain. Well, being the young lady I am, I suffered a mini-crisis. I had just received my first pair of Ugg boots and everyone said you should never walk in the rain in them. Luckily, my dad is always prepared for anything and had a huge umbrella for us. I didn’t care so much about getting wet because I had four layers on and a hat so I continually tried to shift the umbrella over my boots instead of my head. My father, being the understanding and concerned parent he is, didn’t mind at all and sacrificed a wet head over a drenched pair of his daughter’s newest pair of boots. What an example of selflessness on his part, huh?

The day ended with us eating at a great seafood restaurant on Pier 39. He told me to order whatever I wanted, no matter the price. My dad and mom would give their right arm to make sure their kids were given any and every need they required and any want they desired. Thankfully for them, my parents had two kids who wouldn’t fully take advantage of that or else I don’t think they would even have a home to live in anymore!

On our way back to the car I thanked my dad for the best holiday experience we have shared thus far. I told him we need to do this at least every time I come home to visit. My dad and I are so alike that we could spend literally years exploring all that interests us.

“Hey, you’re my girl,” he said. I have heard this saying probably a million times throughout my life.

“And you’re my boy Dad,” I replied, as I always do.

-Jennifer Wirowek

by Sheva Carr, Founder of Fyera

It is that time of year when we get ready to eat too much. And then feel guilty for it.

Do holiday guilt and obligation ever eat at you for their Thanksgiving feasts?

It turns out that when we are in a state of appreciation, something unique happens to our heartbeats. They begin to drum in an orderly, harmonious rhythm. And because the heart is holding the baseline beat for the body’s entire orchestra, 1400 other things happen in our physiology when our heart rhythms change. Prolonged states of gratitude, with the ordered heart rhythms they produce, have been proven to:

• Boost immunity
• Increase the production of the feel good fountain of youth hormone DHEA
• Increase longevity
• Reduce mortality
• Improve brain function
• Improve memory
• Enhance decision making and reaction times
• Increase creativity and innovative problem solving
• Improve job performance and achievement
• Lower the risk of major diseases including heart disease, diabetes, alzheimers, cancer, osteoporosis, and more
• Reduce fat around waist and thighs

Yes! It’s true!  Concerned about holiday weight gain?

So being grateful for that extra piece of pumpkin pie is a better weight management strategy than depriving yourself out of guilt and self judgment! When we feel guilt, or other forms of emotional stress, it actually triggers a disordered rhythm in the heart, leading to another set of over 1400 physiological changes in the body including the release of the stress hormone cortisol. Excess levels of cortisol are present in:

• Cancer
• Diabetes
• Heart disease
• Obesity
• Hypertension
• Accelerated aging
• Reduced skin elasticity
• Brain cell death
• Compromised immunity
• Excess fat around waist and thighs
• And more

  Clearly, when we are in a state of thanksgiving, we are really getting- a lot. We are getting health, and youth, and vitality, improved performance and clear thinking. I have a whole business based around teaching people how to get the health and performance benefits of giving thanks through the heart. We even created a word for that special state of being in appreciation, and all the benefits we get from it- “Fyera!” But the holiday is not called “Thanksgetting.” So where does the giving come in?

  Research on the heart shows that an average person’s heart rhythm (one who is not even in an ordered state of gratitude!) can be detected more than eight feet beyond their body.  We all know this intuitively, because we’ve all experienced someone with a “contagious” mood. One person may walk into a room, and light everyone up with enthusiasm and inspiration. While another person may enter that same room and bring everyone down. Did you ever notice that people who light up a room tend to leave a trail of gratitude behind them? It’s their appreciation that has such a potent impact on us. Their gratitude produces an ordered heart frequency that literally impacts other hearts they come near.  This means that when you are in a state of gratitude, you are literally a source of more order in the world.

  All of the benefits of gratitude, from increased immunity to enhanced brain function, can be paid forward to those around us when we radiate our state of appreciation and ordered heart rhythms. One Nicaraguan street child appreciated me so much, that it inspired me to start a non-profit organization for other street children now serving hundreds of kids. Don’t underestimate the powerful potential of your appreciation to change the world!

  Giving thanks has ripple effects that cannot help but give back and give beyond. If you catch yourself slipping into self judgment, obligation, resentment, and other holiday treasons with justified reason this season, make that extra effort to shift your attention to something to appreciate- even if it’s just for your own health! Celebrate Thanksgiving guilt free this year, knowing that giving thanks is giving back.

  The nice thing about the physical benefit of gratitude is that it doesn’t matter WHAT you are grateful for. It can be super small stuff. Your body does not know the difference between gratitude for winning the Nobel Prize, or gratitude for a great pedicure. As long as you are grateful from the heart, the benefits come. This is good news, because gratitude is not always easy (at least for me) to access. But I know it is worth it, because even the little things I appreciate have big pay-offs for my health, well being, and ability to contribute. You can always find something to be grateful for- like your favorite piece of fruit, or the fact that you can walk and wiggle your toes when others have lost that luxury.

  Take a moment right now to connect with someone you appreciate. It might be a mentor, or a best friend, or pet (my own cat, sitting on my lap while I tap at the keyboard, started licking my fingers as I typed that last bit…Appreciation works!). What qualities do you appreciate about that person or furry friend? How does your body feel when you appreciate them? What happens to your ability to think? See what happens to them if you radiate your gratitude their way. It’s a fun experiment that can reveal that giving thanks truly is a gift.

  In 15 years of psychological research, Martin Seligman (head of the American Psychology Association) found only one thing that actually increased people’s happiness. It was not Prozac. It was not the right career, or finding Mr. Right. It was the simple act of writing a gratitude list at the end of every day.

  Try writing a “gratitude list” at the end of every day, between now and the holiday. Then watch the magic that gratitude creates in your life! Feeling good is not only good for you- it’s good for the world. That’s why our tag line at Fyera!, where we teach people to generate that feel good anywhere anytime is “Making a difference…in heartbeat!”

  With all that giving thanks gives back, to us and to our world, it might not be a bad idea to make every day a day to give thanks.

This Thanksgiving HeartStart call has been recorded and is available now via phone until Nov. 26 at 5:00pm Pacific Time at:
Free Conference Play Back, Playback Number: (641) 985-5108

After Nov. 26, download it free anytime at www.fyera.com/heartstart.html

For more great information, go to: www.fyera.com