It seems I have been using oils a “long time” and as I sit down to share my story it would appear that, if time is linear (and it’s not), that I discovered my the world of plant medicine about 7 years ago (its currently 2016 as I write this).
So 7 years ago, I broke my wrist during a 4th of July celebration (because I know how to have a good time, mmhmm). When my cast was removed I needed help getting it moving. During that time, I lived in the small town of Shelbyville, MO. I owned a hair salon and a client told me to go to Dianne, a woman who would prove to have a beautiful influence on my life. My thoughts of her create a warming sensation. As I grew to know Dianne in her home, way out of town, a love and passion of oils blossomed. Much of what I know I owe to her and am forever grateful. My grandparents grew very fond of Dianne as well. She gave body treatments to my grandma that allowed her to become more mobile than she had been in years! As they spent many healing hours at her house, I would go along to visit and learn with her and my grandma and grandpa.
The more time I spent the more questions and curiosity I had. Out there, my grandma bought my first and favorite essential oil desk reference book upon Dianne’s recommendation (she was probably tired of answering so many questions). It was her personal book, and rather than order me a new one she gave me hers that day!