There I was, trapped in a domestic jungle of kitchen cabinets. Not metaphorically. I mean literal cabinets—on the floor, the chairs and the couch. My husband and I had decided to renovate, and it looked like a cabinet bomb went off.
So when my dear friends called and said,
"Nancy, we found something that will help you rest—we're going to apply some special essential oils,"
I gave them the only answer my exhausted, renovation-crazed body could manage:
"I can't go anywhere. The kitchen's in the living room. I can't even sit down."
What I wanted to say was,
"No thanks, not interested."
But they were close friends, and I didn't want to dismiss them without at least a semi-diplomatic answer.
"No problem," they said, "We'll come to you. Twenty minutes."
I sighed. Deeply.
If this were a movie, you'd think I'd feel some mystical nudge from the universe. That I'd feel a flash of insight. Cue the music. But no—I wondered if I should lie on top of a cabinet or underneath one.
I have a spinal deformity, a couple of missing pieces (anatomically, not personality—though some might argue that), and a long history of hospitalizations, thirty three and two emergency surgeries after two violent attacks.
My body doesn't cooperate with any chair, floor, or "here, lie down and relax" situation. But I did it anyway—face down on the floor—while my friends applied oils gently alongside my spine.
Within five minutes, I felt something shift.
It's not a big lightning bolt, but more like a gentle click—like when you finally close the overstuffed junk drawer, and it doesn't pop back open.
That moment sent me on a path I never expected.
A few weeks later, I attended a three-day event with Gary Young, the founder of Young Living Essential Oils. I learned the science—yes, the chemistry—of these oils, and to my surprise, I was fascinated.
Me? The same girl who once yawned through pharmaceutical chemistry as a student nurse.
Back then, I didn't care about drug interactions as much as I cared about why nature worked the way it did. Herbs, plant medicine, soul medicine—that's what I was hungry for. But those topics didn't exist in nursing school curricula, so I taught myself.
Years passed. I'd used every holistic tool I could since then. One of my nursing instructors had said,
"Drugs and surgery last. Everything else, first."
And I never forgot that.
A Tiny Ritual, A Tremendous Ripple
Flash forward to December 2003.
I ordered two oils—Highest Potential and Abundance.
(I'll admit—I bought them partly because I wanted to see how bold someone must be to name oils like that. Seriously, who names a bottle "Abundance"?)
Every morning before opening my computer, I'd already been saying a little gratitude prayer. When the oils arrived, I added a simple ritual:
One drop in the palms, inhale deeply, quiet the mind, and listen inward.
Funny thing happened. My gratitude prayers got longer. My energy lifted.
I felt... good. Really good. Grateful in a way that felt almost magnetic.
Then—exactly seven days later—the phone rang.
The Call That Changed Everything
"Hi, this is a producer from a company working with Court TV. Court TV is launching a new Psychic Detective series and heard about your work. Would detectives back up your involvement?"
I blinked. "Yes. Absolutely." And they did.
That same day, another call came in—from a man I'd worked with for over 20 years by phone. He raised show ponies and lived in Toronto.
He said, "I need you to fly down to Virginia and work with my partner's 56 ponies—and then fly back to me to help with mine."
Let me repeat: I had done nothing new in my business or outreach, no extra marketing, no new announcements. Just Highest Potential, Abundance, and a precise daily intention.
Two days after those calls, I was invited to film an episode of To Your Natural Health with Dr. DeSilva in NJ, to air in March 2004.
And wouldn't you know it? On the weekend, the Court TV aired the premier of Psychic Detective (March 4th, 2004)…
- Viewership was through the roof.
- My phone rang nonstop.
- Emails flooded in.
I even had to call a neighbor to come over and answer calls because I couldn't keep up.
That was March 4, 2004. On March 6 a massive snowstorm hit, locking everyone in for 48 hours. The doctor DeSilva program aired for 48 hours straight that weekend. And now the phone calls doubled.
Amid the whirlwind of nonstop work and back-to-back shows, something unexpected happened—relatives I hadn’t seen since I was 12, along with old school friends, started reaching out. It’s why I began using my maiden name as a middle name. It became the simplest way for long-lost family members to find me—and they did."
I didn't plan it.
I didn't manifest it with fancy mantras.
I didn't say a super-confident "YES" when my friends offered to help me rest that first day.
But I did allow it.
I stayed open. I tried something new. And I followed through with intention.
That's the thing about alignment. Sometimes, the shift starts small—like a drop of oil on your spine or a long-buried prayer finally said out loud.
But when all the pieces you've planted—your skills, compassion, struggles, wild stories—come together?
That's when the seeds bloom.
Soul Hint for You:
What's a time you said yes—even a half-hearted—that unexpectedly opened a door?
Is there something you've meant to try but haven't gotten around to?
Could your inner whisper ask you to take one small action… with considerable energy behind it?
Sometimes, the most significant shifts come from the smallest intentions.
The Benefit?
When we take a moment to pause, listen, and set a heartfelt intention—especially with something natural, like breath, oils, prayer, or stillness—we rewire ourselves.
You don't need a camera crew or 90 ponies to know it's working.
You'll feel it in how you start the day.
In how your heart softens.
Saying "yes" a little more often to what matters.
P.S. I'm planning more classes combining oils, energy, and intuition soon. If you're ready for your own moment of alignment, stay tuned, or reply to this email, and I'll add you to the early list.
With Intention and wonder,
💜 Nancy
