Phenomenal Woman

How do I begin?.......
This is like starting with "Once Upon a Time," but that is right now.

I have this new friend who is my old friend. I am sure I have known her for many lives, but just recently re-found her.
I love those kind of friends. I have a handful of them. One being my closest, most intimate friend, my husband. I found him again in college. When everyone thought we were the usual abuse of words "too young, too close, too gushy, too serious, too dependent on each other," we just ignored them all (and some we fought) and now, 11 years later, we are still "too" all of those things, and happier than anyone I have known in a relationship. Oh yes, we are "lifers," well, actually "many-lifers."

But back to my "newly re-found" friend. She created this other blog, and until I read hers, I didn't even know what it was all about. In the last few weeks of our newly re-forged friendship, we have both drastically helped each other heal in more ways than one. I am teaching her all I can about living a natural lifestyle, free of toxins, and Doug is adjusting her and her family, and after a few of those amazing adjustments, their bodies are healing very quickly. To the point we all could cry for joy. She has helped me regain something I have been missing for years, as it was torn away from me in more ways than one. We have been horseback riding together on her horses. "Trailblazing" as she calls it. It is filling that void I have had since I hurt myself riding and my Mother's husband forced me to give it up because he didn't like driving me.

I have missed my "horse" friends for so many years. They were so cool. They all had this certain care-free, easygoing, but in-charge sort of demeanor. Like, they didn't give a shit if their food fell on the floor, they were going to eat it anyway! Who cares if you smell like a horse, it is the best smell in the world. And, I don't need to wear make-up, just give me my old jeans or jodhpurs, my boots, a t-shirt,and a ponytail, and I am the hottest babe on the planet. Making all the guys, (well, now just our husbands) think, "Wow, look at how her hips move when she rides! That is my kind of girl!" Those are my kind of friends!

This all reminds me of the poem by Maya Angelou, (one of my favorites) "Phenomenal Woman." Look it up if you haven't read it.

So, why the title Un-plugged and Plugged-in? Well, I am just that. I am in the know and out of the herd. I have always been. It started in elementary school when the whole class got detention for something except me. Then when I was "cool" because I was the "new kid" in 8th grade, but then rejected going out with the "coolest guy" in our grade. Then in high school, everyone liked me, but I didn't fit into any one group, and despised their labels. College, soirority girl, who didn't hang out with her "sisters." Now, non-religious in a radically religious city, a Chiropractor without any formal schooling, and a hippie without the clothes to match.

Well, now I need to go to bed, but am not tired!
Until next time...