If I had to narrow down exactly what it is that I do, I would describe it thusly: I feel. I see.

What I put into my body has enormous potential to help in that regard.

Just like I feel people’s energy, I feel the energy of food. That’s why I invest in very good food: organic and local as much as possible. I often joke that 80% of my budget goes to food, but that’s probably a true percent (though it never amazes me that I can walk out of a natural food store with 2 bags, spend around $75 and still have 1/2 an empty fridge. Such is life.)

Food can make me feel sharp. Food can make me feel sick. And both have direct consequences to my business.

I’m not a raw foodie. Not a vegan, either. I’m a sometimes vegetarian if I need to go light, but I’m a consistently conscious omnivore, at this point in life. I’m gluten-free (not for the fad; I actually do have reactions to wheat) and am 99% dairy-free (which is much harder, but necessary.)

Now that the weather is warming up, I drink lots of smoothies. I used to have a juicer, and that was great, until the motor burned out. I actually prefer smoothies because they sustain me for hours without making me feel all meh like a heavy meal can do.

Posts about green smoothies from crazy raw vegans kept popping up on Twitter and I thought it sounded positively disgusting. Kale in liquid form? It was hard enough to saute the stuff and people were drinking it?

But I was growing tired of my standard smoothie: peanut butter, banana, flax seed, coconut, some form of berry, almond or coconut milk. It was almost too thick and a little too sweet — even though I’m a total sugar fiend.

A mess of kale was dying a slow death in my crisper, and as I putzed around the house with bronchitis, I decide to search “green smoothie” and a million hits came up — but I picked up the basic thread. (Besides, smoothies are simple. Just throw shit in, try it out and when you say, “yum”, it’s good.)

It shocks me to say this, but green smoothies are delicious. They are simple to make and you do not need a fancy juicer or blender. Just a plain old blender will do. I had concerns that the veggies wouldn’t shred right but have had no problem.

This is where you start:

(This morning’s smoothie: apple, Lacinato kale, carrot, banana, peanut butter, whole flax seeds)

Of course, add or remove as you please. Use your intuition and find out what your body needs. She will always tell you.

Directions:

  • Add a 1/2 cup of water and almond or coconut milk if you want it creamier. Water is just fine – which was the biggest surprise.
  • Chop up 2-3 leaves of kale (any kind of greens will do) and carrot (optional) so they blend well.
  • Add 1/2 apple and a banana for sweetness and the fruit factor. Berries are also a great option.
  • Wheatgrass is also lovely for sweet — and I hear it helps keep your hair from going gray.
  • I grind up the flax in my coffee grinder to add thickness – as I don’t care for thin smoothies. Make to the consistency that you wish. Sunflower seeds are also great.
  • Add peanut butter or not. I *love* peanut butter but it isn’t a necessity.
  • If it isn’t sweet enough, add a touch of maple syrup.
  • Blend until smooth. Voila! You have a green smoothie.

I was a little taken aback by the green color — but the taste is wonderful and the health benefits are amazing! I’d never eat this much kale/spinach/mixed greens during my day, so this smoothie makes it simple. (Just realize that as it is green going in, it may be green coming out. Don’t let it freak you.)

Want to help your intuition? Eat clean food. Green smoothies are just one way to help your body get cleaner and clearer.

Can Tarot readers become friends with their clients?

Sure. I just wouldn’t continue reading cards for them.

This all goes back to the issue of boundaries — which many burned-out healers can surmise as the reason for their demise.

I’ve crafted a business out of the gift of my intuitive abilities. And that’s what it is: a business. I am hired for my “product”. Many thousands of clients have graced my life over the years — but I’m not friends with them. I don’t meet them for dinner or chat in great detail about my personal life. I may linger after a session with a few of my long-terms, but that’s as far as it goes.

Besides, that’s why I write books. It provides yet another window.

The less I know about my clients makes my intuition even sharper. If I become friends with them, it’s very difficult to maintain the emotional clarity and directness that is crucial for my sessions.

I get paid well for my work. Would I want a friend to pay me? No. There’s another boundary issue.

There’s a reason for that: my friends see many aspects, not just “Raven: the intuitive.” We share our lives — and I don’t have to always be “on”. I’ve become good friends with one or two who were initially clients but I don’t read their cards now, by choice. They understand my need to leave it at the office, so to speak.

With a client, I am friendly and accessible — but maintain a professional distance. They’re not paying me to be self-indulgent. They’re paying me to “see” — which draws upon my full powers.

It’s really not that complex. I separate my business life from my private life. Blame it on the years of teaching. I used to tell my students, “I’m not here to be your friend. I’m here to teach you.”

I need the separation that comes when a client leaves a session. I need to tuck away what I hear in my Lynx library — and then step into my life. It’s what keeps me healthy.

It makes life much simpler when boundaries are in place. It’s all about personal power.

Of what those boundaries are made is entirely up to you.

What do you think? Can Tarot readers become friends with their clients and still read their cards in a professional context?

Well, there’s no denying it.

But I don’t like it. Don’t like it one bit.

Sick I’ve been for the last two weeks — with a cold that morphed into bronchitis. Though it roamed around my body, home became my throat and lungs.

It sucks to be sick. However — call me Little Miss Sunshine — there is much value in the experience.

Illness is the point where magic dazzles. It’s where we can focus on the voice we use with our bodies.

What did mine say? Well, first I had to figure out what was the voice — vs. a chattery, stressed mind.

I am completely and totally well. 

Shit. I don’t want to be sick! Haven’t been sick in years! It usually takes 3 days to get over a cold. Why is this taking SO long?

I am completely and totally well. 

I’m a healer. I’m not supposed to get sick. I should be able to manifest it away. Unacceptable that I’m still in bed.

I love taking time off. I love not giving sessions right now and watching Mad Men all day. So luxurious.

God, I’m so uncomfortable. I hate being in bed all day. I need to write. I can’t write. Meh.

I’m completely and totally well.

I’m losing all of the hard work from the gym. I’m just so weak. Should I get antibiotics? Maybe I have walking pneumonia.

(I actually threw cards on that one. No to antibiotics. I’d feel better by the weekend. Keep pounding back garlic, echinacea, goldenseal and kombucha. As I’m writing this on the weekend, I do feel much better.)

I finally went to the naturopath. He assured me that I was on the mend and it was comforting to know, as that long road between sickness and health was starting to feel endless. No solidity in either land.

I wasn’t angry at my body. Not at all. I admire her courage and devotion. I knew that if I had the patience, she would bring us back to equilibrium. Back to feeling like myself. She always does. It was just taking longer than the mental timeframe I had given her. And within that timeframe, I felt the edges of fear.

The old hey, it only takes us _ x _ amount of time to get better. Wtf? What am I not doing right?

If it’s longer, god forbid, we might actually be sick. Have to slow down. Maybe we’re aging.

Or perhaps . . . allowing?

I resisted the idea that it was more than a cold — but finally settled into being sick, while actively helping my body heal. That meant: sleeping whenever needed, spiking GT Dave’s stock, avoiding dairy/heavy foods, upping probiotics. I spent time in the salt cave, breathing deeply and opening to the full powers of health that I often take for granted.

I told my body that I completely trusted her.

But sessions needed to be cancelled. My voice was weak, hoarse and petered out after a few minutes. My 5th chakra was saying, baby, I just can’t do this right now.

It was scary, but I knew that future work would come in. I could only concentrate on my health. My voice. My lungs. The only voice I could hear was my own. All she kept saying? Stop. Rest. Heal.

There is much value within the dregs of illness. I had to learn it once again.

Magic lives within the voice we use with our bodies. She will always tell you what she needs.

Listening to that voice — our beliefs, our words — is the place where we begin to heal.