Tag your it sister :) What are 5 things we do not know about the lovely Margo?
Well Thanks for tagging me Kristi, the Lovely Juice Feasting Gal from Alaska with a very Inspiring Blog to boot :) http://rawfoodcoldclimate.blogspot.com/
1.) I dream BIG and I dream from the Heart. So anything can happen...
2.) I remember the day Elvis died, I was sitting in the living room, playing and the news person broke in and announced Elvis had died and I bursted into tears and ran up stairs to my bedroom and cried my heart out, of course I had planned on marrying him when I grew up, so naturally I was devestated :( I'm all better know :)
3.) When I was a little girl I dreamed of being a ballerina, I taught myself to dance on point, but my body structure and love of food does not a ballerina make....thats ok though, I still love to dance!
4.) My husband brought a container of bee pollen back from the tree of life and I tried a tsp and shortly after had to be rushed to the Emergency room as I had a rather intense allergic reaction, ending with my body shaking uncontrollably before I was given a shot to help me out...But I eat raw Honey...I haven't tried bee pollen again.
5.) This is a little dramatic but when I was 21 my real dad was murdered, and about 3 months before it happened I had a premonition dream and told him about the dream, never knowing at the time what it all meant until it came to be. In the dream I was on a plane lying in the area where people stow their bags over the seats, I looked down and put my hand on my stomach to find I was bleeding, this startled me. I looked over to my right and there was my dad and his girlfriend sitting in the seats, her by the window and dad on the isle. I looked at him, I felt really scared, but he just smiles and said everything was OK. I looked out the windows which became a big picture window and the scene was that of a Mountain with the most beautiful Sunrise...and a feeling of absolute peace and calm washed over me.
After I told my dad, he laughed and shrugged it off. It wasn't until That fateful night when he had been shot 3 times 3 months later that I understood and remembered the premonition I had had. He was shot once in the stomach, spleen and finally the back of the Head. But the dream was comforting after it was all said and done, because a part of me knew, that it really was going to be OK, because my dad had told me so....
Life is extraordinary eh?!