I woke up to a lovely spring time Arizona morning. The sun was flooding through my curtains and my bed was so comfortable. I adjusted my pillow and started to roll out of bed. This time my legs did not move. I tried again and then panicked just as any 13 year old girl would. I was alone; nobody heard me call out. I used my arms to pull myself off the bed. The pain in my back was electrifying. I couldn’t reach the phone. I laid there for hours and cried.
Cannabis is a part of the fabric of my wellness.
This is when I met homeopathic medicine and eastern healing arts. My Uncle Mike taught me to find relief in meditation and moving my body. As a teenager and young adult I continued to suffer from debilitating back pain. Again and again I would find myself in tears unable to move, paralyzed from pain. Western doctors prescribed more opiates than I cared to swallow. I pursued my passion as a community activist and Chef for the past 10 years. I chose to managing my pain the best I knew how without poisoning myself, which meant practicing qi gong, yoga, meditation and utilizing cannabis.
I am a medical marijuana card holder in AZ. Cannabis is a part of the fabric of my wellness. I am an active advocate for a sustainable food system, local farming, local viticulture and reshaping our relationship with real food. I wake up each day with the ability not only to move my body but to move the bar further toward a better food culture.