Merry Christmas Eve and Hello 2019! It The Year of the King! Saying Goodbye to a “Goodyear” and Hello to a New Life.

It ended as quickly as it started.  Or did it?  My marriage.

I look back at how fast I have processed the loss of yet a third marriage but yet, somehow, I have never been more secure, confident and sure in my life that a new day has come.  There are five years of posts here on my site and indeed, I have gone through multiple evolutions of learning with each passing gregorian calendar.  But make no mistake, in 2019, I am going to declare this new life, The Year of the King!  2018 was a good year ( and yes, pun IS intended…….) but it was THEEEE HARDEST ON RECORD IN MY LIFETIME to date but this year has been the one with the most growth and possibility for an exceptionally happy & new life.  Amen.

This is all not to say I do not have an astounding amount of “void” in my heart, because I do.   Astounding. 😦

The good news is however, it is fades more and more each passing day as I contemplate what my life possibly could look like.

Instead of washing my mind with fear and uncertainty on whether I will ever find a Loving Relationship again, and NOT compare it to the one just passed, would seem to be irrelevant said no Scorpio Women ever.  I will start a memoir.

But here is the scoop poop.  I did MY best.  I did what I knew to do with the cup of life I had not only been served, but has participated in ” Co-Creating” a life with another human partner.

Being a spiritual creature and living with another “party,” another human person, and having a crazy martial and spiritual experience, well, it is safe to say that behind closed doors, you NEVER know what one person is facing or even the other.   I have vowed to release any and all “ought and anger” towards another person who is just seeking the same happiness, so mote it be so know, I am happy the chapter has ended.

There.  “A public I forgive you now go be happy moment”.   I release all pressure in the Heart Cakra and I ask for universal mind to place an ending to my saga as Mrs. Goodyear, and as quickly as it began, give me courage on my journey as Ms. King.  Ms. Holly Elaine King.  A new story has begun.

Holly Elaine King has a purpose.  I think she may have located some of it.  At age forty-six and after being someone’s wife since the young and nostalgic age of 17, a new life has emerged.  What will the universe bring her?  What her intentions for success and independence and courage and well-being will be marketed towards others in order to provide a better quality of service for not only her life but life of her practice and clientele.  Corporate and Private.

How will SHE, Holly Elaine King, set her health and wellness success story apart from others who may grew up with access to poor nutrition globally and struggled with the way the public school educated an Empath back in the 80’s in the streets of the south end of the city?

Holly was an alley cat kid, eating corn chips and sugary toxic cereal and hormonally injected cow’s milk.  All Day.  Every Day.  Hey, don’t forget the kool-aide man.

Who could forget about that pancreatically toxic sugary esophogial construction daily dose of red kool-aid? A natural lip color indeed.  🙂

How will SHE, open up doors for others to see that they do not have to stay stuck, or imbalanced or unhealthy their WHOLE LIFE so long as THEY participate in the healing part of their practice.  And sometimes, that means ENDING TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS even when you don’t really want to.  And sometimes that means, you STOP drinking the Kool-aide.

You ka-peesh?  Yes.  You do.

The show must go on.

So I have updated the blog to my new name (and reconstructed my personal muses and want to say Merry Christmas to all.  2019 is going to be beautiful! And I will write on about it all.

Thank you for my family, my friends, my clients, my children, my parents and my loved ones for being so supportive of all my crazy ways and days of making this all work…….  And thank you to my Cats.  I consider myself a possible candidate for a sitcom called  “The Cat Lady King.”

So after a partial social media fast, (lol)…..and three cups of coffee, cheers to you all!  And Happy Birthday today to my Mother, the original Ms. King.  This one right here ya’ll.

Just saying!  I love you mommy!  May we help heal the matriarch line in our DNA and hold great space for the maiden’s in our bloodline.  Long live the King!


And, Here is to here Merry Christmas Eve blogging and for all the new stories, new poetry, new techniques, new lessons, new friendships and new journey’s that will be started because I threw my shit of life story into the wind and well…..I am still here…..and….  I want to thank Jesus and Santa for my new name for Christmas and Mom’s Birthday.  I love it!  It’s me!  Holly Elaine King.  Daughter of Lola.  Book of 2019 Reconciliations.

Merry Christmas all!

Holly Elaine King


“The King is Coming Soon.”

When I look back and I see how long it has been since I have really posted in my muslin passion, aka, my blogs, I cringe.  But, I know that in the last calendar year, I,  have been, trying.  Here is what I have been trying at:

Saving a marriage that no longer is salvageable and it is OK!  We, The Goodyear couple, aka… Ed and Holly or, Holly and Ed… are no longer a couple.  The Divorce is in progress. Paid and, In Progress.  It is Over.

And with “said” situation, The King IS coming soon.

Many of my followers, whether friends, family or “other”, have had a pretty good indication that our marriage has been on the rocks in the last few years and we have officially rolled off the “Mountain” and decided a dissolution is best.

Ed, will move to Montana and live his new life, as a Deaf Man, not married to me, and happily ever after.

I, will not move to Montana and will keep my Louisville Roots, rooted in my mission and continue to do what God and the Universe, has called me to do.

Many are in shock of how the perfect couple for 10 plus years,  could reach year 16 and collapse.  WE GREW APART.

What I mean is, I,  have spend the last 5 years doing immense self work on my shadow and my purpose.  He, man with a really misunderstood invisable disability, has desired to be back home, away from “said city”, with his blood family, and “said martial” energy for YEARS has been OFF.

We, have fought and fought and fought to stick a round peg in a square hole and with one faithful swoop of a pen, have decided to call it quits. You can call it Divorce.  I call it Dissolution.  I am happy for him to go home.  He, is happy for me to stay home.  How rare is it for two people to have shared so much time together to realize, it is over and done like a burnt piece of toast in a Hamilton Beach Classic Toaster? BURNT OUT! 🙂

No arguing.  No contest. No Blame. No shame.

Am I hurting?  You fucking bet I am hurting.  But I am healing and so is “He.”

Am I shocked at the last 5 years of how the energetic blood-bath behind closed doors happened but we were both mature enough to stop it..  Yup.  We stopped it.

Then, we woke up and saw each other in a compassionate light and decided to SIGN THE DAMN PAPERS!

Do I dare Lie and say, I have not had my moments of rage over the last three to five years and how we have had to struggle over money and medical issues and communication barriers and mediumship struggles and Big Fucking EGO’s and marital rights and well, being honest about the whole damn TRUTH, about what make the other one happy?  We both know, no one is at fault.  Ha ha!  A divorce worth fighting for!  Nice one!  THAT WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY!

I have expressed before powerful rage toward things that are unseen, unexplainable and “un-funny” when it comes to the path we have engaged in.  Many have ignored the cries.  And now, the rage is gone, the powerful egotistical emotions are GONE and PEACE is here.  Oh, the Joy of a New Beginning. Whoop Whoop da Whoop!

So, Couples.  Here me.  What’s Love Got to Do With It?  Nothing.  Absolutely nothing! It is about the Soul Contract.  Nothing More.  Nothing Less.  Let Freedom to be the King Ring!

So, my wish is that you wish HIM well on his new path and my other wish is you will respect the decision from both of us and know, we are not at ODDS but that the story-of how a deaf man and a hearing women could NOT survive the pain and anguish of mental hell over a fucked up governmentally run Veteran owned psychologically mental infused Medical system, the drastic difference in a hearing world and a deaf culture even when they are a LDA (Later Deafened Adult) and. a lack of emotional communication between two parties who no longer jive, when mountain of financial and physical problems seep into a marriage, you have to decide, do you save it and societally,  what is healthy?

Feel me.  We have not been healthy until NOW.  NOW.  We are ready.

You feel me when I say, we, cut the cords of an unhealthy relationship and moved on past the petty, infantry pestilence, that caused two people to stay together over reasons that no longer serve.


Thank you God, for 16 years of fun, and learning and excitement and learning.  Did I say Learning?  Yes, Life lessons learned by that beautiful mother we all can call, KARMA.

So, who is the KING?  I am.  My Mother’s Maiden name was King.  And I, being ready for a new day and a new way, will be taking my Mother’s Maiden Name and I will be changing all things to be the New Person I will be, for now and for long time to come.

Holly King.  My new name to be will Be, Holly King.


There is a great genealogical spiritual significance in my upcoming legal name!  Yowzer!

Again, no harm.  No foul.  Wish him well.  I am out.  He is out.

We are not in any way shape or form mad or pissed or ugly and we, will be friends but, my new life as Holly King is going to come with a huge blessing at hand.

New Friends.  New relationships.  New Kingdoms.  New Loves.

It is good to be King.  The domain name will change as soon as the paperwork is done.

You will not want to miss the coronation!

In His Love,

Holly King.




Starting the Book!

I just spent 20 minutes on my other social media feed trying to write a profound journal entry about my life and my future intentions.  The Technology world decided not to all me to post amongst all efforts and I hear God telling me to Word Up.  I pasted my entry into my Word documents and NOW, WILL begin the journey of true Authorship.  My Goal is set for 2022 to release this writing of Faith and make measure to mark the journey of becoming 50 and being a Remarkably Strong Woman! I think I am ready.  Goals don’t have to be right away.   If it goes big time I will start a national arts foundation for Young Women and Emotional Mental Health Practices.  That is all.


“The Art of Self-Sabatoge or Self-Preservation?”

I guess the 2am wake up call from the teen-age boy’s chip bag was enough to rouse my muse.  Either that, or it’s the stress of sitting here alone after years of self-sabatoge in my marriage has brought me to a separation.  Oh, trust me.  I am as shocked as you to find I have been sleeping alone now for 10 days.  The perfect couple has lost the battle on the deaf-hearing relationship war.  I guess we can decide later if the out-come is worth fighting for.  It has become a he/said she/said decorum around here and one of us had to create space.  I did.  I asked him to go.  My health and my future depends on what happens next.

The last five years Edward and I have experienced more change than most couples face in 50 years but yet still, we have seen nothing.  We have not lost a child to death, nor a parent yet, but we have lost closeness with our children, jobs and Edward lost his hearing.  In 2014 our gamble to be happy, self employed community workers, did not pay off for us.  We lost our home and cars to financial decisions that “we” both thought were in the best interest of our future.  We had plans to prosper and to become healers and ministers that would do-good outcomes for community as an intuitive couple and my goodness, these two people, who were fiercely in love with one another, could accomplish anything that God called us to do.

Now, I am still trying to figure out what has happened over the last few years that has us facing a long term separation or divorce.   Old time folk would say it was because we got into our “spiritual” closets and started to do mediumship work.  Well, one thing I do know is how I understand mediumship work, I can at least say, when one starts to do deep emotional shadow work, it does change you.

In part, the financial strain of Edward’s hearing loss and the fuck fest of having to deal with the Department of Veterans Affairs for his disability is most likely the knife that has driven deep into the sacrificial lamb we can call “marriage.”  For two years, I have fought an arduous uphill battle to help Edward through the claim process of which should have never been so difficult.  We have stacks and stacks of paper documentation linking his Brain Trauma and Deafness to his service in war.  I could photocopy every single page in duplicate from his medical records and blow your mind on how much pain and suffering Edward experienced in Desert Storm.  And in all Truth, this man has indeed suffered much.

Well, so have I.  I had to watch my husband lose his hearing again for a second time and at first, the Fear was paralyzing.  How would I dare to learn a new language culture and be a strong wife emotionally for a man who lived in a blanket of pain and silence?   Tragically, I had never experienced such a change and nothing prepared me for the painstaking experience to become a Deaf-Hearing Couple.  Luckily for Edward, this is not his first rodeo.  He was deafened from battled and had already experienced a 4 year life as a “deafie.”  But Edward, in his own words, told me how difficult this would be.  He was right.  We are not healing from these losses and in fact, we are self-sabatoging our “marriage.”

So let me spin you there, a “deafie” is a derogatory term for a Deaf Person.    Deaf culture is NOTHING like the Hearing culture.  And Edward has had to navigate thru trying to be a deaf man in a hearing world minus the fact he was not born that way.  He has become “disabled.”  An invisible disability and one that serves a purpose higher than you can image.  He can’t use a phone.  He can’t talk to me from the other side of the room.  I can’t talk to him without slowing down my every thought, facial expression and God forbid I sign something wrong in the middle of a passionate sentence.  His favorite line……”The Word “Suspicious” rings up, “Sassy-Bitches” to a lip-reader.   As a married couple. the things you take for granted become a nuisance.  There is no more sharing music, singing or impromptu dancing at a ball park on a first date.  There is nothing but tinnitus and migraines from the communication barrier and stress because an unemployed deaf man can’t get a job or benefits.  Friends and family try so hard to throw our suggestions on agencies or non-for profits that can help.  Please hear me when I say this in LOVE………..”WE HAVE BANGED ON EVERY DOOR FOR HELP!” We keep falling through the universes cracks.  I am not kidding you.  It would take a lifetime to tell you how hard it has been to find any agency willing to see the truth here and provide ANY monetary assistance to our family.   And that my friends, is why I have been forced to work 60 hours a week for 2 years.

And that was my own fault I guess.  I wanted to save the dream of our practice at all cost.  I, well, Edward and I had a dream at first to be together in our work.  We wanted to work side-by-side and build The Reiki Station as a couple, so Edward chose to pipeline and travel to try and support me while I went to school to get a foundation going for the practice.

I, being pride-ful and self sabotaging, worked and enrolled in every class I could get into, because I realized that in order to be a catalyst for real change in or healthcare system people needed to be educated on how to make that change for themselves.  I spent the last three years, working and educating myself on yoga, and massage, and reiki and food in-take and spiritualism and exercise and trust and values, and the whole time, self-sabatoging my own life I guess.  I did not know that Adrenaline Poisoning existed until I became a victim of it.  And, yes, I have created an Auto-Immune Syndrome for myself.  How in the bitch did that happen?

Well, adrenaline is meant to preserve you in a “fight of flight” reaction.  You know, the saber tooth tiger is chasing you.  In my mind, that translates to “how the hell do we pay the light bill is chasing me?”

As a wife and Mother who was now facing a disabled husband unable, to find quality work for himself, and with all his new boundaries I tried harder to fix the situation. I completely toxified my body with stress and on Dec 28th found myself in the hospital with a pulse rate of 38.  My immune system crashed and my emotions were at the end of the barrel.  And honestly, people say I inspired them but no one has an idea of the pain and suffering our marriage has faced with the last two years of self-preservation we BOTH have had to engaged in.  Well, now you do and I sure don’t feel very inspiring.  At least not at 3am.

Edward is mad at me for being mad at him, and mad at the government for not helping us.  I am mad at Edward for not pushing harder for his rights and resentful that I had to manage 80 hours of claim administration and watch him go through months of mental therapy and felt as if the World was on my shoulders to provide and preserve.  And I want to blame the government because they just send you around and around treating you like the hamster on the wheel that you are.  I would love just one face to face meeting with someone in office who says they Love Veterans.   Prove it to me as a face the loss of my marriage and my husband after 15 years.  I apparently did not get that memo that they really do care.

I was reduced to begging the VA Regional Affairs office to help us with this appeal because our ship is sinking and I was getting sick on Dec 27th.  I BEGGED them to take our documentation and please make the right decisions.  We wanted a lawyer.  The regional VA office, said DO NOT GET A LAWYER.  The doctors said we needed a LAWYER.  The regional VA OFFICE said you will complicate the process.  DO NOT GET A LAWYER.  I tried to get a lawyer.  But I was too busy working my ass off in self-preservation to find new clients for my practice and worrying about how to pay my student loans payments, put gas in my car, pay my rend and even buy roll of toliet paper for my office.   I had become more and more ill and bitter and tired and more than anything, angry with God for the irony in it all!

I though finally found the right path for my life, (and I thought I was going to be in it with my husband as a partner) and then some wild ass marriage problems arose, fighting ensued and I am lost to what just happened after 15 years of marriage.  Who do I blame?  Me.  Just me.  And my shadow.

Did I self-sabatoge along the way and not realize it?  Did I open up a can of worms that would have never been opened had I not sought out happiness?   Did I decide to experience my own healing journey so immensely, only to wake up and see this kind of healing comes with a price?  Just Ask Jesus.

And honestly, I am not really mad at Edward.  He too, is just trying to Self-Preserve.  He and I both need your prayers.  We are lost in the mess of a “broken marriage” and now we cannot be in a room without blaming each other when really, it is no one’s fault.

God allowed us to become so close in the beginning.  It’s nice to know you Love Another Human so much you allow you to see the Shadow for what we both really are.   We are now both just hurting children asking our Father in Heaven for his best practice for our life.  We apparently, have just fucked it all up.

The question now is will our Shadows be healed and will we culturally and financially have to go our separate ways? Did Deaf/Hearing differences destroy us even when we did not mean for them to?   Did I lost this battled of self-preservation though self-sabatoge or am I too, just a victim?  (I don’t play that role very well because I am a born warrior and well, a Scorpio.  Sometimes she has to burn it all down to rebuild it).

And to all who love us, yes this sucks!  But everything we have tried to do to mend our marital fences ends up in some weird form of incommunicatable Self-Sabatoge/Preservation on both parts and we are now a broken home and it does not look promising.   Prayers are appreciated.




“Having Hope. Happy New Year 2018.”

Strong and Secure

Everything changes.  It is imperative to stay in hopes that when things “do” change, and they will, that you have fastened your universal body belt, (the silver tether) and you are engaged, for lift off.  It is New Year’s Day.  It is 2018. I have lifted off.

2017 stretched me further than I wanted to go.  I was willing to transform into a more conscientious person, a mindful guru of sorts.  I was willing to put my heart on my sleeve and respect the boundaries of Earth, Water, Sky and Person.  I promised myself I would learn lessons on boundaries and “body respect” and though I feel I fell short this year on quite a few things, I almost killed myself with stress by not respecting my body.  My health went from vibrant to villainous this winter.  Somehow, an auto-immunity kicked into hyper-speed during October and I went south fast.   It opened my eyes widely and with a heart rate of 38 on December 28th, I decided I better look deeper into why I am sitting in the Emergency Room two days before New Year’s Eve.

It all started back in MT school.  We were busy, rushing though life to make it, and I began to eat LOTS of Tree Nuts.  It was my staple.  I had been fast approaching a 125 pound weight loss and age 43.   “Better kick it into hyper-drive” if I wanted to stay looking young and vibrant since I, had serous body image issues.  It started at age 5.  Regardless, I was determined to make my mark in history showing young women, (with body image issues as well as emotional grain) that it was OK to fight for yourself.  So, I fought.  And my journey is meant to help others with this issue.  It is just one of my many callings.

I fought to not gain weight, by eating lots of fruits, veggies, drink water, and detox my body.  But I ate way too many nuts during this season and beyond.  My Liver, (anger) was always firing off and although at times, the bourbon was a nice touch after dinner, but my mind kept falling off course and the morning routine was began to become painful. I decided to give up all alcohol in November.  Best thing I ever did!

Bourbon dehydrates you, and can cause severe diarrhea even in moderate quantities.   I looked around, and social drinking was just normal, so I did it too.  But my Liver reminded me it was aging me fast and me, as a Scorpio with healing talents, we shouldn’t drink anyway.  Our bodies are massively sensitive to energy.

This is indeed the reason I am so good at my work.  Intuitively, I am naturally intrigued with the body.  Especially mine.  And for some reasons, I just know how to help my clients.  I was trained very well and I think because I am so in tune with my body now, it makes for a GREAT Massage Therapist.  You are able to connect with the client and assist them in their awareness.  That is why I was so aware which what was happening to me it just took me a minute. 😛

And so, the tree nut binge began a series of rashes.  Bad rashes.  Like months of painful inflammation and I sought medical attention to the tune of $2,000 the summer of 2016.  Rashes would develop on my eyes, my cheeks, my neck and my arms.  It was not until this past November that I identified the allergy to nuts.  I went into a terrible 4 day bed watch and mild anaphylactic shock.  My lymphatic system clogged and by December 1st my body had decided to shut down the immune system.   That my friends is what happened this week.

You see, it was not just the nut allergies, it was the adrenaline poising.  Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, Fibromyalgia, Lupus, RA and dozens of other AI conditions are typically a result of auto fatigue.  Meaning, you just don’t stop.  My family, my friends, my business colleagues all kept telling me to slow down.  But how do you tell, a hard working mother and wife to slow down when so much tragedy was befalling the home?  If you were faced with keeping the doors of your new practice open, putting food on the table, paying the billings, marketing your brand and studying one of the most important pieces of the future of our healthcare system, and then deal with the tragic financial stress losing one income in the home due to a disability, you probably would have gone into AF (adrenaline fatigue) as well.

Somewhere between realizing you had made a $20K investment in your practice and you had to move your teen-age son 5 times in 4 years, (debilitating his chances to steady his grades and have a great high school experience), you may have even felt a little guilty as well.  Zachary rolled through these punches like the hard core Cancerian he is and always showed me he supported the Home even when he was unhappy.     That boy fits the mold of his Astrological sign like no one’s business.

I could go on and on about why I got sick, but last week, it almost killed me.  So, I made more changes.  I am making changes as we speak and why not, it is 2018.  I am wiping the slate clean like the rest of us, and not making silly resolutions like “I will floss my teeth five times a day.”  My resolutions are deep and emotional.  My resolutions are to be more honest and genuine to myself so that as I am in that space with others, people will continue to see my bright shiny light, not my sagging cheeks and weakened collar bones.  The body is only so unforgiving for so long.

It is my Hope that 2018 will no longer crush me under the weight and stress of my current circumstance.  It is my hope that as I surround myself with people of love and light and truth, that my current physical condition will improve.  It is my Hope I can spread my energy in all the right places:)

And today, you may wonder, why would I teach an “aerobics class on New Year’s Day” if I am so sick.  That is not slowing down.  You are right.  But you see, I need to RAISE my heart rate.  38 is pretty Damn low.   45 is normal for me at a resting state.  I guess I am just that Zen and I need cardio on a regular.  And apparently, I have excited a few other women to join me in this crazy fun dance adventure so we are going to laugh and a have fun  That is healing.  Dance is healing.  Music is healing, Movement is Healing.  Knowing the flow of Yoga, Dance, and Fitness is Reikirobics.  This my friend, will be my new jam for 2018.  I will take it easy.  But I will drop it low and have some fun with anyone who wills and Dance my way back from the Grave on occasion.

For those of you that know me, you know my Heart.  You know the challenges I have had to face have been devastating to many of us.  I have had to move clients around from appointments, and explain to those that love me, why I have been sick the last few months.  Well, I just gave you the answers.

It is my sincere HOPE that 2018 brings me much advancement and nourishment.   It is my sincere HOPE that 2018 brings my diversity in my business and my eternal contacts.  It is my sincere HOPE that 2018 allows me much time in community educating people on what I know to be My Truth so they can find theirs.  It is my sincere HOPE that you understand the process of being truly well is not without some pain.  It just is.

If you do not listen to your body, it will tell you anyway so let’s start the year off right shall we and make it Real.  Trust in the process of HOPE.  I am offering 2018 Health and Wellness consultations.  They are $75 per session and they will open your eyes or your money back! I believe so much in what I am now building that I would really give you your money back if a Health and Wellness Session did not serve you in the highest.

For me today, it is quite frankly what I am standing on for tomorrow and the tomorrow’s that are not always promised, but are sure to come.  I want to wish you a very Happy New Year and thank all of those who have loved me through a very painful process.  It will pay forward to others.  This I Believe.


Holly Goodyear




“Happy Thanksgiving Pal”. “Gratefulness.”

Today, it is Thanksgiving.  This blog will come with quick keystrokes and a heartfelt message.  A message that says, “I love you.”  It says no matter who you are and where you come from, I know you have value and I am thankful for our journey.  I believe that we are all connected and that in time, our consciousness will guide us to a better tomorrow.  I am thankful for you.

Now mind you, today is not going to be horrible.  Today is already just bliss.  Today is jammed packed full of fun activities with my “pals.”  Or in my case, my siblings, who are my “pals” and my foundation.  Mother, will be expecting me and, my tofu like dish.  Ok, not tofu, vodka infused lemon glazed roasted veggies.  How does that sound for Thanksgiving?  😛

So what am I Thankful for this year?  I am thankful that I have grown.  I have grown, precisely into a practicing massage therapist and a teacher.   Albeit my marketing strategies have been a mess but when your hands are in demand, you flip a Facebook post over, like a burger, well, you just keep going.  I struggle to dig out of voicemails and emails, not to mention text messages.  (Keep sending!!) They are presents of joy on my phone!

Oh and, did I mention, I am a part time student at an amazing school on Yoga.  The type of school that teaches you from the Heart of Yoga and helps you establish your practice as a lifestyle.  Hey, learning Sanskrit after learning ASL will blow your eff’ing mind, just saying.  So, not only do I have to work hard to run a business, study a new concept of “being” and show up to class,  I must apply this education to my lifestyle so I can share with my family today and others around me.   How sweet is this Thanksgiving Day?????!!!!  I get to have so much fun today!

You see, I am tired.  I manufacture my own flyers and wash my own linens and I struggle to get up at dawn and find time to either workout, do yoga or meditate.  I get stuck in the bed having dreamy time with my dreamy man, and we talk about all of our castles that were built on sand and we just take the time to connect.   Then, I hop up, get a move on and put on some music to start my day.  And all day long, people ask me “How do you do it?”  “How do you get fit, lose weight, work triple time as a massage therapist, do sales, booths, pay your bills and eat “fairly” healthy and still want to build an Empire that will change how we look at healthcare all at the same time, brushing your teeth?”  The answer.  You teach.

Teaching others to do what I say AND DO, is the key to a successful massage therapy practice.  I could go on and on about how passionate I am about Body work.  My own, included.  And now, I am now going to share with you the one magical key to having a wonderful life in the midst of internal stress breaking loose on the home front, (as happens to all of us,) and I am going to tell you how to be Happy and have a great day today.  Here goes.  It’s because of Gratefulness.

Have Gratefulness for every hard spot in life, every child that is on drugs, every broke down bank account, every flat tire, every stolen purse, every last dollar for pet surgery,  every misspelled word, every fever blister, divorce, death and resurrection you can think of.   Just say, “I am Grateful.”  Even really when your heart is broken and you are not.  And you are missing your mom or your brother.  When you know that someone from your past may want to jab a fork into your smashed potatoes.  It’s only because they know your boons from childhood.  Get over it.  Pass me the mashed potatoes.  I’ll eat some today.  I am Grateful to see my family.

Loved ones, listen, I blog and share my life with you because I am open.  I am open to all who ask me how I stay so happy and energetic.  I do my WORK!  I teach people to do their work.  And when I need to do blog therapy, I write about it.  So, if you read this post and want to share with others how you are changing your life for the better, at least click like so I know you read it because you are the one I am praying for.  My Universally Connected Reader.   Today is not easy for all.  Be mindful of those you love.

Look, if only one person knows I love them and that this inspiration is for them, then I am Grateful.  I love my life, my friends and my lessons.  I love my family and I love YOU! I love ME too.  Now, I have said my peace.  Let’s go have Thanksgiving!

Gratefully written,

Mrs. Goodyear


It’s My Party and I’ll Blog If I Want Too!

Seek Out Your True Destiny with Yoga

This Brownie I just made for my Birthday Weekend is Exceptional!  None of us had time to bake me a cake for the Old 45th Celebration this weekend so today, after an intense day of administrative catch up, scholastic study and a deep personal yoga practice, I sealed my birthday vacation weekend up with a warm batch of Gluten Free Brownies From Fresh Thyme Farmer’s Market and one shot of Bourbon to settle the soul.   I haven’t been using the Spirits (aka. wine, bourbon, beer, etc)….much lately so that I can be clearer in direction as we approach Hollow’s Eve and I set my intention for catch and release this Season.    (Pronounced Hallo…..weeeeeen for those less apt to understand the meaning of hallow behind the holiday.)

The fact that this Brownie was gluten free AND topped with Coconut Oil based Chocolate Frosting allowed me the nerve to have a larger piece.  More of a gluttonous advantage I suppose.  🙂 Ok, I had two of them.  I had two large brownies.  Not, one but Two….Large… Brownies……just now……Why?  Because when you have a birthday on Halloween Weekend, you PARTY!  You do! 🙂

And, because I could and they are so warm.  And, it’s a celebration of my life right?  And the one shot of Bourbon gives me the courage to wear my heart on my sleeve and write blogs, just for the sake of doing so, as in therapy, so it all just kicked in along with that warm, hot brownie experience and this shit is worth talking about.

These Brownies are rich and moist, and the edges are so perfectly crispy that once you get the right amount of sink in your teeth when you bite into them, you come to the truth that Brownies, are the saving grace of all guilt and sorrow.

The Coconut Oil Frosting was scary at first.  When I went to eat out of the organically marketed can, (like I did in the old days of Betty Crocker and Duncan Hines days), the newly formed Frosting just kind of chopped out of the plastic can and broke into dry, un-silky-smooth pieces.   I cringed at first but I waiting for it and used the frosting on the experiment in the kitchen.

There was indeed, a significant difference between organic Coconut Oil Frosting and the “traditional” mass manufactured frosting from a can I used to eat out of back in the 1980’s.  I must say, I was heart broken at first, but I waiting to put the coconut oil Frosting on the hot baking Brownies and as they cooled, it actually melted into the perfect layer of chocolate and sealed the core of the gluten free Brownie like Magic,  offering me the perfect bite each time.  Just sayin’……..BLISSED OUT ON BROWNIES!  (No Pot Included).

Now you may be asking is this blog going to be all about my immediate trending Brownie experience?  Well, duh, no……It is about me.  It is about the amazing time I just had over the last 4 days being on a “4 day vacation” time from working at all…..  Now, for those if you that read this that know me well, you KNOW, I am obsessed with my career.  Like, O.B.Sessed…….I love what I do.  But blogging for life is my real goal and it is so freeing for me so, well here we are!  Blogging about Life…..

You see,  if I don’t take little breaks in-between to set my karmic energy in place and revisit all my cosmic karmic intentions, I jeopardize my own personal health and wellness practice.  I would do YOU (my clients and family) no good at all if I did not take time off to recharge and revisit where I am in my life!  Writing gives me the freedom to do so.

Being a full time, Licensed Massage Therapist, and being in School for Yoga is a lot.  Being a mom, is a lot.  Being a helpful and patient wife is like………………….holy shit, I think I plane just crashed on top of my house.….yeah, it’s like that sometimes.

Owning a business and being a responsible LLC who pays their taxes is a lot.  Promoting a Brand and Supporting Yourself and others on Social Media is a lot.  Giving back to the community with charity and ministry because you know you have the power to help……..  It’s a lot.  Being a visionary and a fore-runner to try to change the minds of the sick and unhealthy when it comes to balancing their Doshas, yeah, it’s a lot.  Being Patient and Humble and Fun at Heart at the same time, it IS A LOT!

Taking a risk with your hard earned money and using your fierce passion and reputation for seeking ultimate transformation and change in healthcare under a resistant society and by using your testimony as a poor, fat, uneducated white girl in a broken down region of American Society, is going a bit rogue, and is against the grain of security and popularity and well, it too, is a lot.

Need I say more?  You see, I decided to take this weekend and I use it to change those things in life that separate me from Higher Learning and Higher Vibrations.

Traditionally I have hated my Birthdays.  They have brought on some highly charged emotional episodes.  This year, I decided to align myself with the right energy and BAM, it has been full of excitement, from being baptized in a cold water cave to experiencing one of the most loving and true birthday parties with friends that I have ever had; it all turned out just perfect and tomorrow is going to seal the deal for me.  Halloween is here!  The Door to Change is OPEN!

Something very powerful is about to take place in my life.  I know it it coming and I am taking the time to write out a letter of Gratitude to the Universe for what is about to happen in my life.  Tomorrow,  I will write a letter of intent, on paper and burn it in the caldron of my Heart.  It will be a sacrifice to burn out the old and start again anew…

The last three years have been the hardest for me yet and now, I am happier now that ever and more prepared to move into Sanctum Sanctorum with Grace and Ease.  I have found more support in my open vulnerable state of mind, during these last few years, than had I been a fraud and hid my struggles from my circles, like I had done so in the past.  My open door policy for Truth in Action is paying off because we all have skeletons in our closet.  But, what does this all mean??????? ……….

Ground Control to Major Tom.   The Scorpio has Left The Building.  She Now has Her Rocket Back on Course.  The Phoenix is Ready to Land.  And the Brownies, well are just so Damn Irresistible and rightfully so!  Happy Birthday.  1972.

In Love and In Written Mystery…..

Eleanor Elaine Phoenix