Following the death of my mother in May of 1996, I began a grieving process which led to healing on many levels. By the time I saw Shasta in Feb. 1997, I had a second episode of the flu. I began being ill on New Year's eve, and the flu reappeared with very severe cough. For about two weeks, all I had the energy to do was lie in the hammock in my back yard.

I began seeing Shasta every week, following her directions for my diet and herbs, and applying moxa and hot water bottles to my back and throat.

In four months, not only had my physical symptoms cleared, but I was on the way to healing with my Mom, doing strenuous yoga, and I had a breakthrough in my singing.

I continue to see Shasta one time a month, and take my herbs, and since last year I have not had even a sniffle. Shasta's care for me was like a mother's care, and what it taught me was how to care for myself. I learned to listen to myself and trust myself. Her healing touch included all levels of my being.