Liveli

02/25/2026

An argument about a quarter was the valve release for me Sunday. I don’t often post vulnerable content and if I do it’s always weeks or months after.

If I had to choose a word that’s been following me for the last year or so, it would be authenticity. I’ve been more private with my time. Not overextending. Finding peace in stillness. But what you wouldn’t see was all the twitching I was doing while “relaxing.” I won’t go public with all of my trials and past hurts and traumas but to suffice it to say, at times it was pretty bad. And I’m not trying to measure mine against others either. Just because someone’s looks different doesn’t mean it didn’t leave similar scars. One on one, I’ve been very open and honest about things that have happened to me because I truly believe when we share, even if they choose to turn it against you, for so many it’s showing a level of vulnerability that we don’t often do. It’s authentic.

Sunday was the overflow. And it wasn’t really about the quarter. It was a much larger picture that I’m often telling clients we need to purge- allow tears to come, to heal. Our bodies carry emotional baggage that we take comfort in because people being kind and loving to us is often looked at with skepticism. For some of us, it’s been a means to belittle or shame, humiliations or unkindness. A game to some. And this story isn’t about anyone in particular but I’ve been living in a year of purge.

I’ve been purging everything. Food. Clothes. Stuff. People. Yeah, that too. Getting to a baseline to recalibrate my whole body. Like taking a vehicle down to its frame and rebuilding something better, stronger, maybe faster. That’s been me over the last year. I’ve spent more time in solitary, listening, watching, waiting, seeking, all of the things.

What I’ve realized in all of the quiet and retrospection is that we can thin ourselves out to a razor thin string that’s on the verge of breaking, and maybe it does break, before we stop. I’ve made goals and made new ones before the other is completed. I’ve attached my worth to people, things and accomplishments. That was always the reward, you know? As a kid, Gen X was always seen and never heard. Suck it up. Don’t feel. So that’s what I did.

Until I couldn’t.

I’ve only cried 4 times in my life that my legs threatened to collapse. Sunday was the 4th. The huge wailing. Inconsolable. Ugly crying. The kind no one really gets to see. My pressure valve released and there was no stopping it. And when I was done, I was exhausted. Since then, I’ve been weepy throughout the days for no real reason. But I began this year with a goal to read my Bible all the way through. I’m in Exodus. Moses is asking pharaoh to let his people go and pharaoh’s heart continues to harden. And in the middle of the night I had two separate epiphanies. We can continue to allow life to harden us, want things our own way, and ignore God’s direction. And when we finally listen and give in, the exhaustion hits like a warm blanket, a comfort of sorts because we know we can let go of all the things that are burdening us. The second was, for the first night in I don’t know how long, I didn’t twitch. My body was finally relaxed and calm. A peace that I’m not sure my body has ever known. I’ve been in fight or flight my whole life. My earliest memory is at 9 months old. I know, it’s incomprehensible to most, but imagine my mother’s reaction at the knowledge I had and could describe.

Some of us were never given a choice to not be strong. It was a given that the strong ones didn’t have weak moments. But we do. Not often because there are so many expectations to be the one that gets things done- someone is depending on you to be the “heavy.” But in my day to day conversations with others often feeling the same way, it’s a pleasant place to feel validated and heard when the world gets too noisy. Today I got a little Godwink in the form of a friend that sent me this song.

Poetic.

Be blessed

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02/14/2026

Many know I’ve been living a wholistic life, but may not actually know what got me started.

20 years ago, my oldest daughter started seizing. I didn’t realize that at the time. I just knew all three of mine were sick and my youngest daughter was running a higher fever. I called the doctor to get them seen. She asked which one was the sickest and I gave her my youngest daughter’s name. She said because she was in worse shape that they would see her and treat them all for the same thing. Great.

I had them all on the couch. I even took a picture of them because their dad had just joined a state agency and was gone for the whole month…never knowing I would document the day my whole life changed.

I looked at my oldest and told her “baby, mama is going to jump in the shower so I can get y’all to feeling better, okay?” No response. I said it again. Again no response. I got down in front of her and she turned her head away. Not a typical response- ever. I turned her head bc alarm bells were ringing. Her head turned easily to face me but as soon as I let go of her, it slowly turned away. I remember picking her up and her legs were still hanging exactly like she was still sitting on the couch. I put her on the kitchen counter. Then she began what sounded like she was choking. I tried prying her mouth open and it was locked. I began panicking- begging her to say something- anything. I called my neighbor and asked her to come immediately because something was wrong with my girl. And then she began drooling. I snatched her up and ran outside to meet my neighbor in the yard. She’s calling 911. I’m still trying to figure out if something is stuck in her mouth. And then another seizure rolled in and I knew she was in trouble.

My world stopped. I remember screaming to God, with a rage, saying “YOU CAN’T HAVE HER!” And in the quietest voice I heard, “She was mine first.”

The clouds were puffy cotton balls. The sky a clear normal spring, unseasonably warm day. I’ll never forget it. I let go. I begged him to take her, right then, because no mama wants to watch their child suffer. Here I was, knelt on the ground, holding my baby- one I prayed for- and asking Him to take her. The second I said it, she stopped.

She was transported by ambulance to a local hospital. I was calling everyone for help. My neighbor stayed with my other two until my in laws could get there. We actually met them in the road. I called my mom begging her to take my baby girl to the appointment because I had no idea if one of the other two would also experience whatever we were going through.

At the hospital, I’m calm. I’m at peace. I know, without a shred of doubt, that she was going to live and be fine. The ER nurse came in and was asking what happened. I explained that my daughter had a seizure for 20 min. She scoffed. Her words were, “I know it probably felt like 20 minutes, mama, but it wasn’t.” I called my neighbor to log the time I called her and the nurse looked at the EMS report for arrival time and it was 19.5 minutes. They were alarmed. She was being rushed to all the tests, scans and after a few hours the doctor came in and said that they had no answer but would like to do a spinal tap. He told me that she might never speak again and live a life in a slight vegetative state. I knew he was wrong. It would be during the tap that she “woke up.” 7-8 hours after everything, she came back. I’ve never been more grateful. Turns out that they all had the flu.

But what I wouldn’t realize until much much later, was that her body shut down due to vaccines she had taken and then later contracted the flu. Her body couldn’t fight off everything.

I see people debate it. Coerce. Demand. And take a “moral high ground” on their stance for/against vaccines. I honestly don’t care which side you fall on. I can sit and talk about the ingredients. I can tell you our story and the knowledge I obtained throughout years of research. I can tell you why we’re uniquely different from most.

Most parents didn’t just choose- they were affected.

It’s been 20 years and I think about that day every single Valentine’s Day. It was exactly halfway through my husband’s course. Two weeks through. Two weeks to go. My sister brought her a pink cat that I swear she slept with for years. She went with her everywhere. I can retell this scenario and will cry every single time. I’m especially grateful she’s here, thriving, living- as they all are.

Never forget- they’re His first. ❤️

01/28/2026

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12/28/2025

That was a much needed reset break. Traveling for months - every single weekend- is tough. I don’t know how so many do it all of the time. I feel like my body finally hit the relax state.

Tomorrow is our “one last time” for the season in the Birmingham JLab bowl game. Tuesday I’m back at it!

Let me know if you need to make an appointment!

Blessings ✨

12/15/2025

Just a quick heads up that I will be out all next week! I will have all of my littles home for Christmas- beginning in 4 sleeps…then 3 more after that and my trio is all home.

I will also be gone for the bowl game on the 29th.

I know that there’s a lot of ick going around. Grab some silver, mullein, and any other immune supporters to help get through this season!

Add some sunshine in the mix too!!

To schedule visit, shoot me a message.✨

Have a Merry Christmas! 🎄

11/30/2025

Well, back at it!
Football is now officially over for the season. Let me know if you need to schedule a visit!

10/31/2025

The online store is live!!

Landzen.store

Check it out and let us know what you think! 💛

09/30/2025

PSA- if you or your business have the plug ins to put a little fall in the air- know that it’s super toxic.

I don’t know how many people I’m talking to lately who have developed a deep chest congestion or are battling sinus issues but it’s more than a few. My first question is always “do you have plug in air fresheners or candles in your home or business?” 100% of the time they do or where they work does.

I fear it will be this generation’s “mesothelioma” lawsuits years away.

Essential oils are the way to go, but to make sure you’re getting a quality brand, make sure there aren’t any hidden fragrances. I wonder how many flu and/or chest congestion could have been prevented. Eating poorly, not exercising, chronic stress, and inhalants all play major roles in how well our immune system functions.

If your company or work place refuses or ignores your request to unplug, get a quality air purify and shut your doors away from the smell. Your health matters more.

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09/30/2025

08/27/2025

Living through any trauma will absolutely demand the time to heal.

I love fasting. I think it’s equivalent to a super power. But, I won’t be able to do that for a long while. Being forced into it due to whatever reasons will have your body hanging on to everything to “make sure” it’s safe. For a long time, decades even, my body hasn’t felt safe. Old traumas resurface when it experiences similar triggers. Ask anyone who has experienced physical abuse. Your body retains the memory which is why flinching is a response. Add in an adrenaline dump and any repeating cycle- your body will remember.

Be gentle and kind to yourself. 💛

08/15/2025

School is back in session! That means the cootie 🦠 game is back as well.

If there was one staple that I never left home without, it would be colloidal silver.

Molluskas, strep, boo boos, sore throats, wounds, etc- they are THE magic drops.

It’ll be the best money you’ll spend….especially when colder months hit and indoor sports season.