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 About Me

Hi there! Thank you for coming to this page. My name is Diana, and I am here to explore personal growth, embodiment, spirituality, joy, and Love.

I live in the San Francisco Bay Area in California with my son. We also have a chubby gentle calico cat who loves cheese and sunshine, and a tuxedo cat who might have been a honey badger in his past life. 

If you're interested in the longer story of how I got to be here, read on:

In January 2011, I was recently engaged, had a job I loved, and was looking forward to the life ahead of me. One afternoon, my mom and I were shopping and looking at wedding things, and we stopped by a restaurant for lunch. We didn't finishe everything and boxed a portion to take home. That evening, as I muched on the leftoers out of the box, I took a bite of something strange. It crunched and shattered. I didn't really think anything of it other than that it seemed like a strange texture I had never eaten before. I took another bite, and there was that odd crunch that didn't dissipate again. On my 3rd bite with the strange crunch, I spit out what was in my mouth and into my hand. When I looked down at my hand, what I saw made my heart stop. Mixed in with the food were pieces of broken glass! I was horrified to realize I had already swallowed two mouthfuls.

In the following days, I was in pain as the glass moved its way through my body. At first, it was just my throat and mouth that hurt from all the little cuts the glass made. A week later, I suddenly felt faint at work, nearly collapsed, and spiked a 105 degree fever. My mom took me to hte hospital where I was given antibiotics as a precautionary measure, but there wasn't much else that could be done.

After that, I developed pain in my abdominal area and fatigue spells that both lasted for months. I felt scared and helpless. When the abdominal pain finally subsided, I developed a strange full body rash. The skin on my face became scaly, flakey, and raw. My exposed skin weeped a yellow liquid that was impossibel to hide and made me feel exposed and groesque. My skin would painfully split open if I made any expression that stretched it. One of my eyes got so swollen it bulged shut, making me look like the Hunchback of Notre Dame! I never felt so miserable, ugly, marked, tainted; and I was resigning myself to the bleak possibility that I would live the rest of my life like this.

I kept searching for answers and after eight excrutiating months, my doctor decided to order a blood test and found that I was allergic to wheat, gluten, dairy, soy and peanut. She told me she believed the trauma of swallowing the glass resulted in injury and stres to my body, and that these allergies developed as a result. I eliminated these foods from my diet, and my symptoms slowly started to improve, but I was devestated. I had been a huge food lover, and as most of my relationships with people revolved around food, it wasn't just food I missed. . . Grieving for months, I longed for the life I had before the broken glass when I didn't have to worry about my health or lunch. I had concerns about the future and, because of my emotoinal state and fatigue, I wondered about whether I would be able to attain and sustain an healthy pregnancy and have kids -- a dream I have had since I was a child.

I wouldn't have consciousnly chosen what happened, but experiencing one of the darker periods of my life motivated me to look for answers. With my scientific training (a Master's degree in Biotechnology and a Bachelor's degree in Biology) I dug into the scientific and medical literature, but conventional science and medical doctors didn't have any answers for me. So I searched elsewhere and found more and more of myself as I did so. I started to experiment with incorporating many holistic healing methods into my life such as acupuncture, Reiki, craniosacral therapy, Bodytalk, energy medicine, mindful nutrition, crystals. . . I have found a level of health, wellbeing, wholeness, and connection that has far surpassed my own expectations for my life! Even my hope of having a healthy pregnancy was fulfilled: I had a beautiful homebirth, in which my son was auspiciously born en-caul.

After going through so much to get to this point, I have come to realize that health and healing is not just about removing unwanted symptoms -- physical or emotional. Health and healing is about a return to wholeness, or rather remembering we have always been whole. It is about remembering Who We Really Are: beings of Love

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