Steph Campbell

I don't love where I live.  No offense to the Berkshire natives - but frankly, it's just not for me.  It's a beautiful place to visit.  And it is especially wondrous if your companion is a "au natural, crunchy granola" nature.  However; when the personality you reside with craves city lights and angry cab drivers, a plethora of eccentric people and smog filled air - living in the western part of Massachusetts is a bitch.  I stayed to create peace for my son.  Well... and myself too, I must be honest.  It was not easy to do, but I had to face that raising my boy took precedence over my hunger to fill my desires.  I won't bore you with the details - but suffice it to say I avoided a very nasty custody battle by looking on the outside like a conformist - you know the one who "lost".  I didn't want to risk losing my son - not even it meant a small percentage of a possibility that it could happen.  I just wouldn't do it.  He was born here, we st

"Food is the most overused anti-anxiety drug in America" - Bill Philips I guess Mr. Bill thinks he knows a thing or two about food addiction, huh?  What he says is true, and I promise this quote will not inspire anyone to change.  At least not the mind of a food junkie. I used to sit in my living room and eat nacho cheese flavored Doritos after bringing my Mother to Butler Memorial Hospital for the umpteenth time. I remember how alone I felt. I would get home after the drive - of course this was after being pulled out of algebra class (or whatever the class du jour was) by our principal telling me that I had a telephone call waiting for me in the office. He would stare at me with sad eyes and say in a sympathetic tone "it's your Mom." I would walk down the MHS corridor taking deep breaths knowing that although there was a plethora of scenario's that could unfold during this call - one thing was for certain - my mother was very sick and I need

             I sat in church unable to cry the day after the funeral.     The church was empty, and I sat, three pews back, staring up at the 12-foot hanging crucifix and following the details of this statue with my eyes.   I gazed for what seemed like hours at the thorns digging into Jesus’s skull, the drops of blood running down his calm face, the cloth sheath that only covered his genitals.   I noticed the forgiveness in the eyes of this man-made sculpture.   I wished I could talk to Jesus in that moment because I had so many questions to ask him.   Earlier that morning my Mother asked me to go to the store and get some milk.   She told me to grab five dollars from her purse.   As I shuffled through the papers and such I came across the letter I wrote to Dad, unopened and forgotten.   I flipped out; this was my only means of saving him last week.   The letter clearly told him to listen to the doctors and get to Mass General and I believed in all of my innocence that I failed to sa

It’s the ninth day of the vipassana retreat. I have spoken no words, made no eye contact, nor have I so much as touched another living soul. I have sat still with the sensations in this body.   I have learned to visit the tightness in my neck and legs and be with it as it is not as I’d like it to be.   I take off the generous clothes that have   embraced me all day and slip into my favorite pink-and-white flowered nightgown faded and torn.   I gather my toothbrush and face wash, stored in my stark, barren single bed room, and I walk across the hallway to the bathroom.   There I prepare to retire for the evening.   It has been a long journey, worth it none-the-less. I look in the mirror and there she is.   The face I have seen reflected back to me for the past 41 years.   Ever changing, growing older for sure, but the same eyes staring back at me, the same soul.   I am humble and my ego is on sabbatical. I take the rubber band out of my hair and run my fingers down my skull to release t

Stuffing Myself Silly - The Story of a Food Junkie: "These Kinds Of Days" : I've been stuffing myself silly again.  Yes, it it true. Food is a way of both punishment AND pleasure for me. I have watched and lear...

I've been stuffing myself silly again.  Yes, it it true. Food is a way of both punishment AND pleasure for me. I have watched and learned of all the ways it is punishment and pain. I am currently living these results. I was not so aware of the immense pleasure that I use it for as a substitute for life, beauty and joy. And is seems to have certainly gone awry. Love and joy gone awry. I haven’t stopped eating badly. But I have added some raw foods again. I don’t want to sugarcoat (pardon the pun) my current process however; so I would like to just say a bit about how I have seen me use it as pleasure. I am bored off my fucking rocker here! I hate it here! I have been people pleasing and adjusting and complying with and for other people my entire life. Most recently - and I mean recent like the last fifteen fucking years – has been my ex.   He has just pulled another massive, violating act of control and smug arrogance on me.  I will spare you all of the mo

Haven Café and Bakery Presents a Workshop:              Living Raw Foods and “The Work of Byron Katie” with Steph Campbel Thursday Evening March 31 st , 2011 6:30pm – 9:30 pm   $25 HavenCafé and Bakery 8 Franklin Street Lenox, MA 01240 We will cover: Green Smoothie recipe and      demonstration. A delicious living raw food      treat and demonstration so you can see how simple it really is. How living raw foods can      support you in your health and enhance your quality of life. Emotional eating and food      addiction. An introduction to The Work of      Byron Katie.   This class is for YOU if:   You are looking to go completely raw or simply want to add more fruits, vegetables and healthy foods to your diet.  It will be fun, easy and informative. Please R.S.V.P. if you would like to come: 413.394.4200 or sign up at Haven!!   Space is limited.   On May 10 th , 2010 I drove to Union City Michigan and embarked on a massive lifestyle change.  I had Severe T