Steph Campbell

Too tired to write tonight.  What a day.  Rosacea from a taxed and now cleansing liver.  I did the Work of Byron Katie ALOT today.  Noticing all my thoughts and stories that keep me in my addiction.  This body knows how to heal.  It's on it's way.  It's my mind I continue to question. I got through all of my enemas and cleansing today. Dinner was much easier to get down.  My face is burning up red as I write this so I am going to listen to this body.  I will stop trying to connect with you my phanton friends.  I will trust our connection, I will know it's there even when I'm not writing to you.  I will listen to this body now.  I am going to put a cold cloth on this face and watch a movie in bed while sipping warm water. Until tomorrow.. much love xoxoxo  Steph

If last week anyone ever said to me "uh by the way Steph at 6:30 am next Wednesday May 12th you will be out of bed ferociously jumping on a rebounder (mini-trampolline)" I would stopped breathing from the amount of laughter that hurled out of me while I was rolling on the floor holding my gut.  No joke.  And yet, here I was doing this very thing.  I had my first lesson of the day.. "Life is what's happening while I'm making plans". As I felt the ripple effect of my belly hitting my upper thighs while jumping on this rebounder, I was looking for Bobby.  He's our leader this week.  What a beautiful soul this man is, so loving and committed to this journey of healing the very sick bodies, sometimes life threatening, that seek him out.  Where is Bobby?  This is what my virgoan, rigid mind was chanting "where's Bobby?  Where's Bobby"?  I hadn't noticed that this body was jumping up and down with a big smile on it's face while canoo