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The invitations went out two weeks ago. I used the laser printer at workâthe Verde Salon & Spaâslotted ten pages of tree-free paper into the machine before pressing Start. The specialty paper was the same weight as copy paper but pale blue, flecked with parchment-coloured bits of garlic. Made entirely out of garlic, it was odourless, thank goodness. I bought it at the environmental store on Bloor Street, and it cost me seventy-five cents for each sheet. Of all the paper in the store, this one appealed to me because it felt so crisp.
I sent the invitation to ten people. The literature in the companyâs sales portfolio kit told me to expect a fifty-percent turnout to the first invitation. The growth will happen through word of mouth, it read, and you have to have patience for this community to build. Only four of my friends could make it for the weekendâtwo couples. This was perfect. It was a less intimidating number, and it meant that I could start my project slowly.
The company is called Go-Manchura. It produces a line of packaged foods, drinks and nutritional supplements that contain a powerful ingredient known to prevent cancer (especially of the inner organs), diabetes, hypertension, insomnia and indigestion. Itâs also been successful in the treatment of arthritis, anxiety and herpes. I donât know about arthritis or herpesâtouch woodâbut Iâm certainly familiar with anxiety and insomnia. Go-Manchuraâs products have changed my life. I mean that sincerely.
Since Iâve integrated these products into my regular diet, Iâve felt a major shift in my overall energy levels. My sleeping patterns are more balancedâI now wake up refreshed each morning and fall asleep easily each eveningâand this has made a noticeable difference to my moodiness. I view the world in a positive way, now. And this new energy has started an avalanche of abundance in so many other parts of my life!
My sweet, retired parents gave me one week at their timeshare cottage for my event. I took a few days off from the clinic and drove up on Wednesday. The clinic didnât mind: Verde Spa has only two rooms, and a variety of therapists to fill them. They temporarily replaced my aromatherapy facials and rented the room to a graduate from the downtown shiatsu school. His name is Bobby, and before learning shiatsu he practised massage in the Dominican Republic for fourteen years. Every time he sees me, he says in his hot, lacquered accent: Chew got to relaaax, Lee-lee-an.
Tension winds around my head and shoulders like a spool of wire. This is from living in the city, period. There is nothing that I can do about it. So I tried to unwind as soon as I arrived in Haliburton. A brisk jog down and back up the hill and through the birch trees, a lunch of tomato soup and whole wheat toast, a solo paddle around the small lake, yoga in front of the fire, a pasta dinner and a few glasses of wine.
On Thursday, I realized that scheduling my day like this was exactly how I lived in the city. So I tried to concentrate on relaxing, and ate breakfast on the couch while I was watching the shadows the leaves made on the walls, like a puppet show. I have an overactive mind; the shadows soon drove me crazy. I read one of the paperbacks stacked on the bookshelf next to the wood stove, a ridiculous novel about a man who opens a restaurant in Colombia: cocaine and firearms, some kind of heist. It became too dark to read without turning on the light. I opened my second bottle of wine and drank it with the leftover pasta. I donât know what time it was when I finally fell asleep, but I woke up on the couch shivering because the fire had gone out. I made myself a Go-Manchura drink before going upstairs to the bedroom. The tangerine flavour is the most refreshingâI keep packets of it in my purse just in case I need a lift. The next day I stayed in bed for hours and hours. My
The invitations went out two weeks ago. I used the laser printer at workâthe Verde Salon & Spaâslotted ten pages of tree-free paper into the machine before pressing Start. The specialty paper was the same weight as copy paper but pale blue, flecked with parchment-coloured bits of garlic. Made entirely out of garlic, it was odourless, thank goodness. I bought it at the environmental store on Bloor Street, and it cost me seventy-five cents for each sheet. Of all the paper in the store, this one appealed to me because it felt so crisp.
I sent the invitation to ten people. The literature in the companyâs sales portfolio kit told me to expect a fifty-percent turnout to the first invitation. The growth will happen through word of mouth, it read, and you have to have patience for this community to build. Only four of my friends could make it for the weekendâtwo couples. This was perfect. It was a less intimidating number, and it meant that I could start my project slowly.
The company is called Go-Manchura. It produces a line of packaged foods, drinks and nutritional supplements that contain a powerful ingredient known to prevent cancer (especially of the inner organs), diabetes, hypertension, insomnia and indigestion. Itâs also been successful in the treatment of arthritis, anxiety and herpes. I donât know about arthritis or herpesâtouch woodâbut Iâm certainly familiar with anxiety and insomnia. Go-Manchuraâs products have changed my life. I mean that sincerely.
Since Iâve integrated these products into my regular diet, Iâve felt a major shift in my overall energy levels. My sleeping patterns are more balancedâI now wake up refreshed each morning and fall asleep easily each eveningâand this has made a noticeable difference to my moodiness. I view the world in a positive way, now. And this new energy has started an avalanche of abundance in so many other parts of my life!
My sweet, retired parents gave me one week at their timeshare cottage for my event. I took a few days off from the clinic and drove up on Wednesday. The clinic didnât mind: Verde Spa has only two rooms, and a variety of therapists to fill them. They temporarily replaced my aromatherapy facials and rented the room to a graduate from the downtown shiatsu school. His name is Bobby, and before learning shiatsu he practised massage in the Dominican Republic for fourteen years. Every time he sees me, he says in his hot, lacquered accent: Chew got to relaaax, Lee-lee-an.
Tension winds around my head and shoulders like a spool of wire. This is from living in the city, period. There is nothing that I can do about it. So I tried to unwind as soon as I arrived in Haliburton. A brisk jog down and back up the hill and through the birch trees, a lunch of tomato soup and whole wheat toast, a solo paddle around the small lake, yoga in front of the fire, a pasta dinner and a few glasses of wine.
On Thursday, I realized that scheduling my day like this was exactly how I lived in the city. So I tried to concentrate on relaxing, and ate breakfast on the couch while I was watching the shadows the leaves made on the walls, like a puppet show. I have an overactive mind; the shadows soon drove me crazy. I read one of the paperbacks stacked on the bookshelf next to the wood stove, a ridiculous novel about a man who opens a restaurant in Colombia: cocaine and firearms, some kind of heist. It became too dark to read without turning on the light. I opened my second bottle of wine and drank it with the leftover pasta. I donât know what time it was when I finally fell asleep, but I woke up on the couch shivering because the fire had gone out. I made myself a Go-Manchura drink before going upstairs to the bedroom. The tangerine flavour is the most refreshingâI keep packets of it in my purse just in case I need a lift. The next day I stayed in bed for hours and hours. My
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