Purple Carrot Club, Purple Carrot Club, Page 3

A diary of my experiences put into the ether-net! The Purple Carrot Club was seeded by my late partner Jim after a pretty intense operation to remove cancer masses from his body. When he returned from the operation he quite emphatically ordered me to grow Purple Carrots. That was on New Year 2020. He left us 4 weeks later. I took him seriously, his request and the carrots are growing. This site is one of those carrots

This website is soup pot of sharing from my life experience. In the alchemy of suffering and the following of dreams I am recording each step. I don’t really know why but I know I ask the difficult questions and challenge the programs that have contained us.

Maybe I share this site to remember and keep Jim alive? Maybe it is so my grand-daughter, Kaya, whom Jimi and I adored will know our story and experience? Kaya was removed from our worlds abruptly and totally before he left. Maybe this is for my daughter whom I love dearly and whom confuses me in her abandonment of our bond? She turned away from me and disconnected into a world of her own and has not connected, in love, since Jimi passed? Maybe this is for you, who reads my posts so that perhaps my words of discernment and vulnerability help you and give you strength in these times of turmoil? And, maybe this is just for me and an echoing voice into the wild corridors of our collective sounds?

I am alchemizing life in words as it presents to me on this journey. My words can be messy, logical, irrational and sensical. Whatever it is for you, for me, it is a collection of muses; the ups and downs! I write to discern. I write to heal. I write because our “real” words are important in a world that manipulates us.

LETTERS TO KAYA

LEISHA’S MUSE

LETTERS TO JIMI

Below is a timeline of the articles written (most current first). Jim was a force to be reckoned with and he remains in my words in this blog….

Are You Creating?

Jun22

I am not going to share a photo…yet!!!!!!!!!…but I am in a creation that is part of my experience of healing. It accumulates the past into the future and expresses my now. It includes something Jim created and I recently dismantled. I am reassembling into something new. It was a

The Train Has Arrived and The Next Stage Begins.

Jun18

Today, with dirty hands and a determination never known, I am officially welcomed into the next level of Soil Study at Dr Elaine’s Soil Food Web Program. A miracle! I did ask for a scholarship to enter this deeper study but this level of study the school can not

What Ifs And What IS

Jun17

I want to give you a glimpse…and this is pretty scary. Scary? Ya! I am telling you about me and putting it out there. Maybe, maybe, maybe, it makes a small difference. So much crap out there. We can hide and mutate in our own little bubbles or burst out

Sweet Potatoe Leaves

Jun15

Sweet Potato Green! Are they and Anti-Cancer Superfood? In this new study, researchers discovered that an extract of sweet potato leaves was extremely toxic to human lung cancer cells, killing 94% of them in vitro. The extract was also highly toxic to liver and stomach cancer cells. Other research has

Can I Make A Difference? Don’t Know, But I Try

Jun14

Life is about playing and it is hard work! That is where I come from! For those who aren’t given a silver spoon of monetary wealth it is a gift. These types get creative. What I miss about Jim: I miss his ability to assemble. Like

Who am I?

It is not so much who am I but why I am here. I don’t really know the answer but I do seek and search. I have left the western world to discover myself and what it means to be human. I am in process of creating many natural paths of medicine, self sufficiency and lost art alchemy. There are not many teachers in this regard so I experiment and make many failures. I have sacrificed a lot in the last year and suffered deeply. I trust and imagine the difficult medicine is for a purpose.…read more…

Disclaimer: My sharings are expressions of a life. I am always learning and discovering. Therefore, I reserve the right to change my mind and feelings. Nothing I say can be used against me in this regard. I intend to be honest and vulnerable. There maybe gramatical errors. There maybe perception errors. I am not perfect. I own everything that has and is happening to me. If I seem off or harsh, maybe it is because I don’t always have warm and cuddly memories. I am just telling my own truth.