Jamieson Wolf
Number-one bestselling author
Planet Botanix Fall Celebration!
Hey Everyone!
I’m part of an awesome event that’s coming up. Planet Botanix is having its Fall Open House!
If you’ve never been to Planet Botanix, this is the time to go! It’s the complete wellness store you’ve been looking for. It not only has services and items that help cleanse the body (including natural oils and natural health alternatives) but the spirit too.
When I walk into Planet Botanix, I always experience an incredible sense of peace in mind, body and spirit. They offer everything you could need from Reiki, EFT to Crystals and more!
Here’s a bit about the open house:
Join us for tea tasting with Take Charge Tea, Mini Sessions with our practitioners ($20/20minutes), Botanix Bucks and lots more!
Practitioners include:
Heather Garrod: Aromatherapy: Heather has been creating natural bodycare for almost two decades. Essential oils have always been at the heart of her blends, and are her passion. As a Certified Aromatherapist, Heather can design an aromatherapy protocol for various conditions. She also practices lymphatic drainage massage with essential oils, Indian Head Massage and Reiki.
Erin Lauzon: Reiki Practitioner. Reiki is a wonderful thing! It can assist us to improve all aspects of our lives, to be healthier, happier, and hopeful! When we feel better we do better and I am passionate about helping you awaken joy in your life through Reiki. Reiki is energy healing that is channelled to a recipient. During a treatment your entire energy body will be working to clear itself of blockages, these energy blocks are where all dis-ease originates.
Laura Benes, EMT: Swedish Massage Therapy. Uses long relaxing stokes combined with deeper techniques to promote circulation, and reduce pain and tension in the body. Reverse the effects that long days at work, poor posture, and stress have on your well-being. Recommended monthly for maintenance.
Natasha Skibola: Life Coach, Master Practitioner NLP, TLT, Parts Integration, Hypnosis: What is an NLP Personal Breakthrough? A Personal Breakthrough Session is a unique personal development session which has been tailored specifically for you. The objective of this session is to empower you with tools to allow you to let go of negative emotional baggage, hindering and limiting decisions and beliefs that have held you back. Using NLP techniques and Timeline Therapy® we can remove limitations and integrate any conflicts that have been created in your mind.
Patty Chevalier: Certified Natural Health Practitioner: Patty is a naturally gifted healer and Certified Natural Health Practitioner. She works intuitively with your body, listening to what it needs to heal. She will delve into your issues identifying and freeing you of unsupportive mental and emotional patterns and transforming these patterns into ones that support you. By doing so, you will experience profound changes in all areas of your life including physical pain and illness, stress, wealth, relationships, employment, and happiness. Patty sincerely believes that everyone has an innate ability to heal and, through her guidance, she will empower you to take control of your health and change your life into the one you have always wanted!
Julie Larochelle, Reiki Practitioner: Reiki is an ancient hand-healing technique used to restore a more balanced energy flow throughout your body. It is an aide to help you relax, reduces stress, as well as provides relief from pains you might be encountering. Everyone’s experience is unique. Additional benefits of Reiki are:
Positive well-being (feeling at peace), Feeling refreshed, Stress and tension reduction, Increase recovery or healing process, Focused and clear thinking, Balances the chakras.
Caroline Proulx, Spirit Readings: I offer sessions or readings that typically last 1 to 2 hours that involve the following: A meditation to connect with Spirit Guides, Past (life), present and future experiences, Channelled messages from Spirits of the living and deceased, Aura readings, Suggestions offered by Guides and angels, And finally, a meditative prayer to thank Guides and Spirits!!
Joining these lovely and gifted individuals will be yours truly!
Jamieson Wolf: Tarot Consultant: Everyone has a question they want answers to. Using the Thoth Tarot, Jamieson connects with the Spirit to provide you with the answers you need to move forward or receive clarification.
The Tarot can be used for personal growth as well as answering your questions. With compassion and care, Jamieson will guide you through what the cards want you to know and the story they are trying to tell you.
So how wonderful is that?
If you’re in Ottawa, please do come and visit!
Here’s everything you need to know:
When: Saturday October 18th, 2014
Where: 301 Bank Street Street at Somerset
Time: 10AM to 6PM
If you’re on Facebook, check out the event here: https://www.facebook.com/events/463230303814847/?ref_dashboard_filter=upcoming
Mini Sessions with the practitioners are 20 minutes for $20! So come on in and see how Planet Botanix can help you live a better life! To sweeten the deal, Planet Botanix will also be given away to the National Women’s Show! More info here: https://www.facebook.com/ottawawomenshow
See you there!
Silver Dreams – A Poem
When I walked
into the room,
it was to
find it filled
with floating silver
orbs. A man
was standing in
the centre of
the room, regarding
me patiently. He
tilted his head
towards me and
I was struck
by how out
of place he
looked: messy blond
hair, a thin
mouth, dark sunglasses
hiding his eyes.
“What is this place?”
I asked. He
put a finger
to his chin.
“What do you want it to be?”
I shook my
head at his
bizarre answer. I
shrugged my shoulders.
“I don’t know. Isn’t it just a room?”
He smiled at
me and whipped
off the sunglasses.
“Ah, but every room started out as four walls. Then they become filled with memories and emotion. They become a home to hearts.”
I was struck
silent for a
moment, not knowing
what to say.
He took my
silence as an
invitation to speak.
“What do you see when you look at these?”
He pointed to
the orbs floating
around the room.
The walls were
bare white and
the silver shapes
stood out starkly
against them. I
watched them floating
around the room,
bumping into one
another, only to
take a different
trajectory. I found
them oddly mesmerizing.
“They remind me of dreams.”
I said softly.
“Dreams given shape, impossible to hold.”
He raised his
eyebrows, clearly impressed.
“And do you have dreams? Things you with to accomplish with your life?”
I nodded. He
smiled at me.
“Then we must let the dreams out. Dreams have no power if they aren’t given flight, you know, just as a home is just walls until people live within them.”
He went to
the wall and
pressed a button.
The ceiling skylights
opened and slowly.
“What are you doing?”
He smiled gently.
“They are clouds, so it’s fitting that you see dreams when you look at them. Clouds are like dreams in that a person always sees something different than the last person.”
“But why are you letting them out?”
“Because dreams, like clouds, must be set free. The sky is the limit after all. You must let your dreams free if you are to realize them.”
The windows opened
completely and the
silver clouds, my
dreams, slipped out
into the sky.
I ran to
the centre of
the room and
watched my dreams
shining against the
blue.
So Much Left Unsaid – A Poem
There is another
half of me.
We are the
same, but dramatically
different. When we
were younger, we
spoke in our
own language. Only
we could understand
each other. Over
time, that language
was replaced by
words that everyone
could understand. As
we left behind
our own words,
our own tongue,
we grew further
apart. We stopped
hearing each other.
We stopped listening.
That doesn’t mean
that I don’t
carry him with
me every day
of my life.
Eighteen years have
passed since I
last spoke to
him, a whole
lifetime ago, but
he is with
me every day.
His determination and
courage are a
constant, for he
always seemed braver
than I was. Though
only fifteen minutes
separated us, I
always saw him as
my older brother
and looked up
to him. The
fact that we
no longer speak
pains me. Since
he won’t hear
my voice, it
is my hope
that he will
read my words
and draw courage
and strength from
them when he
needs it most.
There is so
much I want
to say to
you, so much
I want to
tell you. We
are two sides
of the same
coin and
it is my
hope that I
can offer you
courage and strength
in return for
all you showed
me. You are
brave and have
remained a pillar
of strength for
me, even from
afar. Know that
you can do
anything you set
your mind to,
that, if you
need me, I
will be here
for you. Most
importantly, know that
I love you.
There is so
much left unsaid
but those three
words will have
to do. If
I could, I
would draw out
this new threat,
pull it from
your body. Since
I cannot, all
I can give
you is my
love and hope
that it’s enough.
The Lady of Leaves – A Poem
The leaves had 
started to change
colour. No longer
green, they were
filled with hues
of red and
gold and orange.
The world was
once again moving
towards a rainbow
of colour and
there was a
crispness to the
air that smelled
of wood smoke
and hints of
the coming cold.
I came upon
a line of
leaves, leading into
the distance. They
were all the
same brilliant yellow,
so bright it
almost hurt to
look at them.
With the leaves
forming a path,
they looked as
if someone had
taken the bricks
of the yellow
brick road and
arranged them. I
was going to
walk by them
when a wind
rose up around
me, causing the
leaves to circle
and dance around
me. I heard the
crinkle of leaves
and watched as
a woman, dressed
in a dress
the same colour
of the leaves
came walking down
the path towards
me. It was
only as the
cyclone of leaves
ceased it’s movement
that I realized
her dress was
made from the
leaves themselves. She
smiled at me
in a kindly
sort of way.
“The leaves normally do not react that way towards your kind.”
She said. Her
voice sounded like
the wind rustling
through the trees.
“They’ve told me to take you with me. Come.”
She held out
her hand and
I took it.
The skin was
dry under my
touch and I
wondered why I
was going with
her so willingly;
but there didn’t
seem to be
anything to fear
from her. There
was an almost
regal presence to
her and I
felt comfortable immediately.
Her skin was
like paper under
my own. She
saw that I
had questions. My
eyes gave me
away. She smiled
kindly and began
to walk down
the path, bringing
me with her.
“All will be told in time. Your curiosity is good though, it will serve you well.”
She walked slowly,
as if every
step was somehow
painful. Indeed, she
was almost limping.
“How will my curiosity serve me well?”
“Oh, curiosity keeps the spirit alive. When there are always things to look at, to see, to discover, the soul and spirit grow. It’s the natural way of things.”
She stumbled then
and crumpled to
the ground. I
bent down to
help her up
and was amazed
at how light
she was. She
saw my questions
in my eyes
again, at what
I wanted to
ask her. She
held up a
paper thin hand,
stalling my voice.
“I am all right. Again, it is the natural way of things, these changing of seasons.”
We still walked
further along the
path of yellow
leaves. I stopped
and looked at
her closely for
the first time.
Not only was
her dress made
of leaves, but
her as well.
I could see
where the dress
should end, there
was merely the
change in colour
to a lighter
shade of leaves
that made up
her skin. I
stood back from
her, taking all
of her in.
“Yes, I am made from leaves.”
She said, as
if reading my
mind. She smiled.
“It is my time to fade away. Look, there is the tree I was made from.”
She pointed to
a large oak
tree, it’s branches
bare of all
its leaves.
She motioned to
her dress, offering
me a bright
smile. There were
tears in her
eyes though and
I longed to
wipe them away.
“It’s almost winter. That is when my time ends. I’m born when Autumn arrives and can walk the earth when the leaves fall. My time is almost done.”
“How can you stand it?”
I asked her.
“It is the way of things. You have to live life when it’s given to you and not spend time thinking of what could have been. You can only think about what is.”
More of her
leaves, more
of her, fell
away as she
spoke, the leaves
joining the ones
already forming the
path. I realized
then that they
all came from
her, that she
had marked her
path across the
ground with herself.
“Why are you showing me this?”
I asked her.
She gave me
one last smile.
“So you know. So you can pass this knowledge on.”
A strong breeze
ripped across the
air and her
whole form fluttered
with it, as
if she were
coming apart at
the seams. I
watched her until
all I could
see were her
eyes, blinking like
jewels among leaves.
“Don’t forget. Live the life you’ve been given and don’t look back. Always look forward. Always.”
Then a final
wind rushed by,
tearing the last
of the leaves
away. I was
surrounded by a
swirl of leaves
and could hear
the sound of
her laughter. It
was joyous, as
if she weren’t
really dying. It
was the sound
of freedom. I
looked at the
path of leaves
and stopped to
pick one up.
I put it
in my pocket
and it sat
there like a
ray of sunshine
that would help
keep me warm
through the coming
winter. The wind
sounded as if
it were sighing.
“I won’t forget. I promise. I won’t forget.”
I walked home,
thinking of the
future.
Actual Magic – A Poem
There are some days
when I feel like
the Scarecrow:
made of straw and
bits of fluff, with my
head filled with clouds,
nary a thought inside,
or able to pass through
the fog that waits within.
On other days, I feel
like the Cowardly Lion,
all bluster, filled with
pomp and circumstance
on the outside to hide
the fatigue and that
all I want is to curl up
and lose myself in slumber.
There are even days
where I feel like
the Tin Man, that metal
being without a heart,
as if emotion can’t penetrate
my metal shell, nor
seep through it.
More often than not, though,
I’m looking around at
the world like Dorothy:
full of wonder, enchanted
by the land around me;
being daring enough
to explore everything,
to discover all that life
has to offer, all over again
as if for the first time.
Dorothy held onto the hope
that she would get home,
that she would find the place
in this world and the one
beyond where she belonged.
Though I embody all of them
(the Scarecrow, the Cowardly Lion,
and the Tin Man)
it is Dorothy I hold closest
for she proved two things:
there’s no place like home
and that magic,
true magic,
actual magic,
is always possible.
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Jamieson Wolf has written a compelling story about navigating multiple sclerosis and cerebral palsy. His story will touch your heart, make you cry, then laugh, and inspire you. A touching memoir with a bit of magic…and tarot! ~ Theresa Reed, author of The Tarot Coloring Book
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