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Energy Healing, Healing Touch and Christianity

Often, I am asked how it’s possible for me to be a Christian and an energy worker.   Or, I’m told that what I’m doing is evil, and NOT Christian but of the Devil.   And, I’ve been told that I’m not a Christian if I engage in these modalities, these evil practices.

On the contrary, it is very Christian to do energy work. It is very Christian to do Healing Touch and to balance energy centers, energy fields, and the chakras. It’s also very Christian to meditate-deeply.  I’m going to explain how Energy Work, Chakra Work, Healing Touch and Meditation are compatible with  Christianity.  Once any Christian understands the history of healing, they will understand how the healing modalities that I am trained to do are indeed rooted in Christian tradition.

  • One-fifth of the content of the Gospels is about Jesus’ healing ministry.
  • Jesus taught his disciples to heal and empowered them to go out and carry out his ministry. It is obvious that Jesus expected his disciples to continue his work.
  • In all three of the synoptic Gospels, the “Call” to ministry for the Apostles and the disciples included healing. It was the mark whereby Jesus’ followers would be known.
  • This disciples were with him day and night except for the times when Jesus would go off alone to be with God in prayer. When Jesus felt the disciples were ready, he sent them out with clear instructions on what to heal and how to do it.
  • For Jesus, healing was a manifestation of the Father’s great love and compassion for all of us.
  • Jesus was giving them actual hands-on experience to reinforce his teachings. When he was no longer with them they would be strong enough to carry on the healing work.
  • There were several women among the seventy disciples-we have their names written in the scriptures-they are the ones who did not run away.
  • There is no indication in the Scriptures that Jesus only did healings to catch people’s attention or that healing was only something for his first disciples to carry out. He modeled a ministry of healing touch and and commissioned his followers to go and do likewise.


  • Jesus healed through:
    Prayer and Touch

When he saw a need, he healed from a compassionate heart. When confronted with individuals who had been caught in “sin”, his attitude was one of compassion as he healed and restored them to the community. Jesus looked into the person’s very soul, into their heart, and brought  wholeness and healing. Nowhere in the Gospels do we find Jesus asking anyone what they had done wrong before healing them. Instead, he responded with compassion and met their need.

Nearly one half of all the recorded healings in the Gospels involve touching. Prior to Pentecost, the disciples performed healing miracles even though they did not understand Jesus’ words about his coming death and resurrection. When the pouring  out of the Spirit came at Pentecost, it was an event of great power and fire. All four Gospels related that the coming of the Spirit was like the sound of wind-actually, the sound of an immense amount of energy. The Spirit  descended in the form of flames (powerful energy) and then it transformed all those present.

They had all learned that the source of all healing is God, and they were to be instruments through which God would then manifest wholeness and healing. In his letter to the early Church, James stated that Christian healing is not a special gift only for a few but a gift freely given to the whole community, which means it is entirely within our capabilities. In this letter, we see clearly that the early Church practiced healing that included prayer, hands-on healing and annointing that for them, was one single act.

The same Spirit who empowered Jesus in his healing ministry was now acting and working through the ministry of Peter, Stephen, Paul and the entire Christian community. The apostles and disciples were healing just as Jesus did, according the the Book of Acts. Jesus was filled with God’s Spirit, and the early Christians who were healing in his name were likewise filled with the very same Spirit.

The Church was a strong and vital healing community during those first hundred years. Healing was a natural and integral part of the work and the lives of Christians, which was a sign to them that the kingdom of God was surely at hand. It is no wonder that thousands flocked to this new religious group.

The first three centuries saw the establishment of a Christian healing community. These first Christians not only expected healing, they experienced it as part of their ordinary life. They believed that medicine of the day (herbs, plants, etc,) had been created by God and should be used. They established the first hospices to care for the homeless and the dying.

The threat of persecution and death for the Christian men and women healers increased as they became famous for their healing work. Even in those early years, a need for “conformity” in thought and action began to take root, and differences of opinion began to develop which happens whenever an institution develops.

By 313 Emperor Constantine granted religious freedom to the Christians and essentially made Christianity the state religion—rather, his version of Christianity. He destroyed Gospels that he didn’t agree with, as well as followers of those gospels. Eventually, it was not safe to be a Non-Christian because of the threat of persecution, and the church was flooded with nominal Christians. Christians in name only—not in Spirit. And the watering down of the church began.

The new “Christians” were not very interested in participating in the Christian community, which was generally a healing community.  As time went by, healing became more and more formally associated with the developing liturgy of the church and moved away from individual practice in ordinary Christian life.

Healing became associated only with the baptismal rite, Eucharist, and blessed healing oil. Christians primarily looked to the sacraments for healing in body and spirit. They developed special church services for the laying-on of hands and anointing in a formal setting.

Over the next several hundred years, healing played a smaller and smaller role in church life. However, compassion healing became a chief focus of many monastic orders. Monks and nuns practiced the healing arts that included surgery, laying-on of hands, healing herbs, essential oils and other holistic treatments for the wayfarers on pilgrimage. By the 12th century, the church forbade monks from performing surgery. They were to be healers of souls only.

The inquisition happened in the 13th century, and millions of people were put to death in the name of Christianity by the Church. In 1551 the Church declared that anointing was only to be used for the dying. With this declaration, healing essentially ceased to exist as an official rite of the church.

In the 19th century, some off-shoot Pentecostal and evangelical denominations appeared that stressed healing, signs, wonders, and other gifts of the Spirit. Women healers figured prominently in many of the unorthodox religious groups in America. It was the women who were returning healing to the church.

The healing movement of the nineteenth century never took hold among mainline churches and by the early twentieth century, no major Christian church has a theology of prayer for the healing intervention of God through the gifts of the Spirit. Mainline Christian churches emphasized sin and salvation with hardly any mention of physical or spiritual healing.

Today, many people are now turning to non-traditional ways of thinking about their health and well-being. Reasons for this include:

1. Frustration with the healthcare system
2. Greater education of the population
3. Media attention
4. Greater spiritual awakening to a sense of wholeness

Science and religion have together rediscovered that what affects the spirit, affects the body and the mind; What affects the body also affects the mind and the spirit; What affects the mind, has affects on the body and spirit as well.

In 1997, according to the New England Journal of Medicine, there were 629 million complementary and alternative medicine visits made that year and only 386 million visits to primary care physicians. Multiple forms of healing modalities have sprung up around the country, many relying on the 5,000 years old knowledge from the East in their pursuit of health, holism and healing. Many Christian churches are wary of anything Eastern and some are alarmed and fearful. However, there are striking similarities between healing practices from the East and Christian healing which includes the laying-on of hands, prayer and annointing.

In my next post, I’ll start discussing the seven major Chakras- which are energy centers in the body,  and how they correlate to the seven Christian sacraments. 




Magnesium: Hype or Help?

What is the Magnesium Craze All About?

Is it all Hype, or is there really something to the magnesium deficiency that we all seem to have?

I researched this topic extensively and have put all you need to know in this quick-read blog post.  If you’d like to continue your own research, you can start with the links at the end of this article.

I’ve learned that we all are magnesium deficient. There are several reasons for this:

  • Our soils are depleted
  • Taking too much calcium robs our magnesium levels (this includes all the fortified foods that we consume),
  • Stress flushes out magnesium
  • Caffeine and alcohol rob us of magnesium
  • Many medications are responsible for malabsorption of magnesium

Signs that you may be lacking magnesium:

  • Leg Cramps  
    • Restless Leg Syndrome
      • Magnesium plays a role in neuromuscular signals and muscle contraction. You’ll also want to increase your potassium along with magnesium if you suffer from both cramps and RLS.
  • Restlessness
    • Hyperactivity
    • Anxiety
    • Insomnia
      • Magnesium deficiency is often a precursor to Sleep Disorders, insomnia, anxiety, hyperactivity. Magnesium is vital for GABA function, a chemical in the body known to calm the brain and promote relaxation. Magnesium has been shown to calm the body, muscles, and improve mood.
  • Muscle Pain
    • Fibromyalgia
      • Studies have uncovered that increasing magnesium consumption reduces pain and tenderness and improves immune blood markers.
  • Gastrointestinal Conditions
    • Irritable Bowel Syndrome
    • Crohn’s Disease
    • Celiac
      • Since magnesium is absorbed in the gut, issues like IBS, Crohn’s and Celiac al have a tendency to cause magnesium deficiency. 
  • High Blood Pressure
    • Protect the Heart
      • When partnered with calcium, Magnesium supports proper blood pressure.If you have high blood pressure, you may be magnesium deficient and also low in calcium.
  • Type II Diabetes
    • New and Old diabetics are magnesium deficient
      • Diets rich in magnesium significantly decrease the risk of Type II Diabetes because of magnesium’s role in sugar metabolism. 
  • Fatigue
    • Chronic Fatigue Syndrome
    • Low Energy
      • Studies show that those suffering fr om fatigue, low energy or chronic fatigue syndrome are magnesium deficient.
  • Migraine Headaches
    • Magnesium deficiency has been linked to migraine headaches due to its importance in balancing neurotransmitters in the body.
  • Osteoporosis
    • Bone Fracture
      • Those who supplement with Calcium, or get a LOT of calcium in their diet through milk and fortified foods actually have MORE osteoporosis than those who don’t consume those. The reason:  It is absolutely imperative that Magnesium accompany Calcium for proper absorption. Calcium cannot build bones or prevent osteoporosis without adequate levels of magnesium. Our bones can actually become more brittle with too much calcium and not enough magnesium to form the flexible matrix and proper density to make bones more resistant to fracture.


How to get more magnesium in your diet

Even if you eat a 100% organic, raw plant-based diet, you likely can’t get enough magnesium, due to depleted soil and GMOs.  However, these are foods that are rich in magnesium

  • Spinach
  • Chard
  • Pumpkin Seeds
  • Almonds
  • Black Beans
  • Avocados


You may consider taking an all-natural magnesium supplement, but there are some problems with those, as well. A magnesium supplement that is ingested orally is absorbed in the gut.  However, the bioavailability of these supplements (meaning how it is absorbed and used in the body) is not always very good.  Cheap supplements abound, and many manufacturers don’t use the proper form of magnesium.  There are many considerations:

  • Magnesium Glycinate: high bioavailabity, has laxative effect
  • Magnesium Chloride: Topical absorption, highly bioavailable
  • Magnesium Carbonate: Has antacid properties
  • Magnesium Citrate:  Laxative effect
  • Magnesium Oxide:  Stool softening properties
  • Magnesium Sulfate: (milk of magnesia) Typically used as a laxative
  • Magnesium Taurate: Magnesium combined with taurine, an amino acid that tend to provide a calming effect on body and mind
  • Magnesium Threonate: newer type of magnesium appears to be promising.

As you can see, many of these magnesium supplements have a laxative effect, perhaps unwanted.

What I recommend

Magnesium Chloride.   Magnesium Chloride has  a low percentage of Magnesium but the best absorption rate. Delivery is in form of an oil or bath salt, and is absorbed through the skin. It doesn’t need to make it through the gut and get poorly absorbed, and is therefore, a very effective method of Magnesium supplementation. 

How to use Magnesium Chloride

Get your magnesium chloride in the form of a spray, bath salt, or balm.  Start out slowly, and use it daily to gradually increase your magnesiumlevels.  There may be some tingling or stinging when you first start, but will dissipate the longer you use it.  Keep track of your well-being and ailments prior to starting your regular use of magnesium oil so you can see how the magnesium is affecting your healing and whether you need to change your dosage.  You can buy a magnesium oil spray at you local natural food coop, Amazon, or Whole Foods. Magnesium Chloride Flakes are readily available for a bath soak.  Or, you can purchase my specially customized Magnesium Balm with calming Chamomile infusion and German Chamomile and Lavender therapeutic quality essential oils.

PennySue Mueller

Penny Mueller
Email: Penny Mueller





Violet Inclines to Purple

Violet Inclines to Purple, and so seems to conceal under an ashy blue, the pride and passion of red.

~Charles Blanc




A raw, true, autobiographical tale of heartache and pain, poisonous people, and why I didn’t go to my own mother’s funeral

I sometimes wonder how my heart can possibly take any more pain.

It’s been 32 years since my brother took his own life. I remember that day as if it were yesterday. Even though my brother aimed the gun at his own head and pulled the trigger, he wasn’t the only one who died that day. Suicide never kills just one.

When I heard the news, I felt like I had just been kicked in the chest by a Clydsedale horse. All the air was knocked out of my body, every cell felt like it collapsed. I couldn’t exhale because the air was all gone, but I couldn’t inhale either. Maybe this news was a sick joke.  Maybe this was a nightmare.  Maybe I’d get home to find it all was a mistake.   None of that was true.  Time stood still for what seemed like hours, days, months. Time became nothing on that saddest day of my life.

I don’t know how many years it took to feel any sense of normal. To be able to go out and not see my brother on the street, or in the the car next to mine at a stop  light, or in a crowd at the mall.  The years it took to get used to the feeling of that hole my life, to stop blaming myself, to be able to get through a day without feeling overwhelming guilt. My mind continued to lie to me:  “I should have known.” “I should have been able to help him.” “I should have been able to stop him.”  That sick, crippling feeling in my heart  when I pondered the depth of his despair and loneliness that night that drove him to believe that the only solution was to end his life.  Over time that sickness became scar tissue that only occasionally re-opened.

Shortly after his death, we stopped talking about my brother.  The family seemed to have made an unspoken rule that we weren’t going to talk about this.  My parents sold the house and property and tried to escape from those horrible memories.  I tried to move on by getting married too soon after my brother’s death.   Suck it up and stuff it down.  Life continued on for some time, as normal as I could make it.

Eleven years ago, came another fateful time in my life.   I made a decision that was unpopular in my family. After years of an unhappy, loveless marriage to a man who is best at meeting his own needs first before anyone else,  I decided to end my marriage. By that time, I was completely flat. I had no self-esteem, no self confidence, no self-worth. I believed the lies that I was ugly, stupid, evil.  There was only one lie that was told that I didn’t believe, the one about me being a  bad mom.  I never believed that lie.  My children were everything to me, and I know that I was a good mom.

Never, in a million years,  could I have imagined that things would turn out the way they did. In an instant, I went from being a daughter, a sister, and a mom, to being the devil incarnate, the spawn of satan. In that tight-knit, evangelical, fundamentalist born-again, literal interpretation, Bible-banging Christian community,  divorce was not just frowned upon, it was considered a sin. I ended up being asked to step down as leader of my small group Bible study. I was informed that there wasn’t really a good place for me at church while I was going through all this messy stuff, but maybe in the future, when I get things figured out, there would be. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” my church said.

My family shunned me. Not once did anyone in my family check in with me to offer an ear to listen, a shoulder to cry on, ask me how I was doing, try to put themselves in my shoes, or empathize with me, or support my decision.   They didn’t think to do those things, because they did not like my choices nor did they respect my ability and right to live my life as I saw fit. They tried to coerce me into not divorcing. They tried to change my mind.  They threatened me, they shamed me, they believed all the lies being told about me without asking me directly. They thought I must have picked up an evil spirit when I was in South America. My dad told me I would be welcomed back into the family if I “called off” the divorce.  One of the things I remember a family member telling me, life isn’t just about being happy.


My mother chose sides, and she didn’t choose mine. She lent her full support to my ex-husband who brilliantly manipulated her and my dad. That is the part that is still hard for me to understand. When I got engaged, she hoped that it wouldn’t work out.   When the time came that we chose a date to get married, she and my dad were “not in favor” of this marriage. We chose a church and a pastor who planned to wear a robe, and recite some traditional Catholic script in order to be more welcoming to the Catholic guests, but my mom and dad did not like that, and took over the wedding plans.   They put multiple conditions on their support, and stated that they would go along with this wedding and marriage, if I did it their way. They chose the pastor, they chose the church. I wanted their blessing and support, but I also wanted to get out of their house. I felt trapped. So I did what they wanted for the wedding. Throughout my marriage,  and  throughout  the years, I knew that my parents never liked my husband, nor did they have a whole lot of respect for him. Yet,  after all those years, my own mother found herself able to sit  before a judge, under oath, and lie about me in an ugly custody battle by choosing to testify on the side of my soon-to-be-ex-husband. While barely tolerating him over the years of my marriage,  during my divorce she put her dogma, her christian doctrine, her fundamental beliefs over and above her own daughter. She turned her back on me, I lost my mom that day and didn’t talk to her for eleven years. Over the years I tried to understand how a mother could forsake her own daughter that way. I wasn’t a criminal, wasn’t a murderer,  I wasn’t gay (sorry, my gay friends, but that’s how they think, nothing new to you, I’m sure), I didn’t forsake my religious upbringing, I wasn’t a heretic,  I wasn’t prostitute,  I wasn’t a thief or a cheat. My crime was being in an extremely unhappy, loveless  marriage and making a decision to get out of it.

Years later I learned why my mom did what she did. Apparently my sister’s marriage was on the rocks at the exact same time as I was going through my divorce. The family could not possibly have two failed marriages. So, my mother did the only thing she could think to do. She threw me under a bulldozer in sacrifice to help save her other daughter’s marriage. Her tactic worked, because they are still together.

I lost my sister that day, too. She too, chose sides, and not my side. She was another of my ex-husband’s witnesses at the custody trial.   She went under oath in a court of law, and testified against me. In my sister’s eyes, I went from being Super-Mom, Martha Stewart Clone to being a person unfit to watch her children. When asked at the custody trial why she didn’t allow her children to play at my house anymore, she said “how can I possibly allow her to watch my kids anymore? She’s getting divorced.”

And so, for the past eleven years, there has been no place for me in the family.  Every single event, birthday, holiday, graduation.  Sitting  at home, lonely and alone on the holidays where my ex-husband took my children and together went to my parents’ to celebrate Thanksgiving, or Christmas, or Easter, or any other holiday.  I wonder what the atmosphere was like at those gatherings:  My parents, my sister and her family, my children, and my ex-husband.  I did not get invited to one of these gatherings in eleven years.  I was invited to my nieces’ graduation parties, but I was invited by my nieces.   The tension was so high one year that I didn’t even go to my own son’s grad party that my ex-husband was hosting.  The family had chosen to invite an ex-boyfriend of mine.  That’s a story for another time, but I had dated my deceased brother’s best friend a couple years ago. I think it was a way for me to connect to my brother.  This man was my brother’s very best friend some 35 years ago and I had reconnected with him. My parents always had a problem with him while my brother was alive.   They even nullified my brother’s hand-written will to exclude this best friend.  But after he and I were no longer dating, it was deja vu all over again.  The family started inviting him to family functions, and were sure to invite him to my son’s grad party.  It was all so surreal, I couldn’t participate and keep my sanity.  And so, the eleven years continued, without a place for me, the evil-doer, in the family. What always struck me as odd was all the other divorced cousins, uncles, aunts, in the extended family who were all still welcome. Even my dad’s brother is a divorced man,  and both of his kids.   They never got kicked out of the family. 

This past Christmas time, 2016, my ex-husband informed me that my mother was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer with a 4-6 month life expectancy.  He told me that I needed to go see her. He told me that I needed to make things right with her. It was interesting, this news coming from the one who manipulated my family away from me.   Two weeks ago he told me that she wasn’t doing very well. He told me that I should go see her. He even told me that she wanted to see me.

I wasn’t very sure about all of this.  I hadn’t talked to her in 11 years and I was supposed to go to her house. “Hey mom, how are you doing? Long time no see. How’s your cancer?”

I did end up going to see her. One day after work, the strangest thing happened.  My car basically auto-piloted itself to her house. When I first saw her, it was shocking. I saw a broken woman. I saw a sad, lonely, empty shell. I saw someone who had given up and was waiting to die. During the last two weeks of her life, I saw my mother several times. Our conversations were like that of acquaintances, she asked me what I was doing for a living the way you’d talk to a clerk at a store. She commented about the birds on the National Geographic tv show with more passion than she did about me being there. Of course, I understand that she had no idea how to relate to me. Nor did I know how to relate to her. It was superficial and without meaning, but I continued to visit. At one point my dad told me I needed to relate to her on a “more meaningful level”. I told him that I had no idea what that meant.  He said, “you know, the whole thing from the past, with you and Bob.”  I asked my dad if he meant the part about where my mother disowned me eleven years ago in court. I told my dad that I had forgiven my mother a long time ago and had moved on from that. He then stated that maybe he should let “sleeping dogs, lie, and that it’s all between me and her.”

The very last time I saw my mom, I knew she had only hours left to live. My sister was there, as always. My sister never left her side in the end. She was laying in the bed next to her. My mother had no life left in her, any spark was long gone. She could barely speak, and I couldn’t understand the words she  weakly uttered. Around 6pm that day, my son called me while I was there visiting my mother. My son and I had been planning on having dinner together but when I told him I was at his Gramma’s, he said he’d come right away.   Before he came, my mother said she didn’t want to see anyone. I told her it would be brief, my son, my brother’s namesake, wanted to see her.  My son came in and saw his Gramma for the very last time. While standing next to her  bedside, my mother frequently asked for my dad, and for my sister’s husband.  She said that she wanted to hold their hands. My sister was still lying in the bed next to her, and one of my nieces was on Skype on the computer on the bed.  A flower delivery came. The card read: “We love you Gramma, Love, Your girls.” The “girls” were my sister’s four  daughters. When I heard those words, suddenly, out of nowhere, I had total understanding and clarity. It was as if a light bulb went on inside my head and I could see clearly for the first time years. I finally understood how it all worked, how my mom, who had lost an infant to sudden infant death syndrome, a grown son to suicide, was able to disown her own grown daughter. During my divorce, she had already taken my ex-husband as her son to replace my brother. And then, she took my sister’s four daughters and made them her own daughters in replacement of me. It all made sense. So there, as I stood at her death bed, standing with my son,  as my mother was taking the last few hours of breath, I had total understanding. She spoke very softly to my sister, words that I couldn’t hear.   My sister announced to me what my mother had said. “Mom doesn’t want to see anyone here anymore. She doesn’t want anyone to see her.  Visiting hours are over, people.” Us ‘people’, my son and myself,  left the house.  I  knew that would be the last time I saw my mother.  I also knew she only had hours left. My dad told me that he would let me know of any “news”.  Over the years, my dad did the best he could.  He was mostly caught in something in which he didn’t have a voice.  He tried to mediate and make things right between everyone, but he just wasn’t able to.

My mother died a few days ago. Nobody called me. Nobody let me know. My my oldest brother didn’t call me. My sister didn’t call me. My dad didn’t call me.  I heard about my own mother’s death from my daughter, who was informed by my ex-husband.  My daughter called me the instant she heard because she needed to know how I was doing. I ended up receiving a text from the ex-husband eight hours after she passed. I didn’t reply. What was I supposed to say, thanks for letting me know?   I knew his text to me was designed to rub salt in the wounds.

Today was her funeral service.  I didn’t go to my mom’d funeral. Instead, I went to my brother’s grave.  I spread out a blanket, I cracked open a bottle of Lonely Blond pale ale, and toasted his life and memory.


My favorite quote is attributed to Gandhi, although there is some question if he actually said this.  Regardless of who said it, the words resonate with me:   “I like your Christ. I  do not like your Christians. They are so unlike your Christ.”    I fully concur.

The next chapter of my life is yet to begin. My heart is broken. It’s deeply filled with scar tissue and re-opened wounds.  But I know a few things. I know the sun will rise again tomorrow and I’ll get out of bed. I know those wounds will one day stop bleeding. My journey is not over.   There is no period in the sentence of my life.  Only a semi-colon, I am the author, and I know there are many more good things to come.   I’ll be okay, because I always am.  And yes, my God, my Christ, is watching over me and will never turn His back on me.PennySue Mueller

Penny Mueller


Soap, naturally

I’m a simple woman and I like simple things.   I don’t like a lot of complication in my life.  Several years ago I started simplifying my life, partly out of economic reasons, but mostly out of ethical and philosophical reasons.  I’ve tried to reduce my consumption and  reduce my waste.  I look for simple, natural ingredient lists, and I’ve migrated to more natural products.  I’ve reduced my reliance on western medicine and increased my reliance on natural healing.  My journey has taken me in directions I never imagined. I’m studying to be a healing touch practitioner and certified clinical aromatherapist, and will be opening my own practice in the near future.  I started making my own homemade soap, and personal care products and hand crafted jewelry using raw and natural materials.   I make my own laundry detergent, home crafted kombucha,  I crochet blankets, I cook, I sew, I bake bread.   I absolutely adore crafting things with my own hands, and trying to get as close to natural as possible.     I love knowing the ingredients in the things I put on and in my body.

I’ve spent years researching and developing my own recipes and line of products.  During all of my research and development, things got far more complicated than I thought they would.  So all along the way, the mantra that returned time and time again was “keep it simple and uncomplicated”.

Life shouldn’t be complicated so I go for straightforward, natural, high quality,  fine ingredients and products that are as hassle-free as possible.

I’ve come up with my simple little line of products.  Nothing fancy.  Nothing extravagant, just pure, clean, simple, effective, fine products and beautiful jewelry that serve a purpose.

My recipes are short and simple, and my inventory is small.    The base of all soap is coconut oil.  I love coconut oil!    use it in cooking, baking, on my skin, it’s my make-up remover.  I feed it to my dog.  It’s  simply amazing. This medium chain of fatty acids makes for the perfect oil. It is in virtually all of my products: soaps, lotions, lip balms.  Coconut oil is highly cleansing, antibacterial, anti-inflammatory, soothing,  and healing.

My other favorite oils are Argan oil (organic only) and jojoba oil.   Argan is a rich, non-greasy cold-pressed oil that is anti-aging and conditioning.  Jojoba oil is actually a wax that is very similar to our own natural skin sebum.

I use therapeutic grade pure essential oils that I source from a local Minneapolis distributor.

I don’t clutter my products with a lot of weird or useless ingredients.  Everything serves a purpose.

My sea salt spa bars are dreamy.  Salt is a natural detoxifier, it creates a lotion-like creamy lather, it imparts healing magnesium, potassium, calcium and zinc minerals to your skin, which help reduce inflammation. It is mildly exfoliating, balance the natural oils in your skin, and actually acts as a humectant (adds moisture) to your skin.  It also seems to make your bar of soap last longer.

This is what I’ve been working on.  If you are interested in purchasing any of my products, please hop over to my Etsy shop or click on a picture below.   You can find me at the Mound Farmer’s Market, starting May 20th.

Lavender Bar:  this is a beautiful hard white bar of soap.  Has incredible cleansing properties without being drying.  At first use, you may think that your skin is dry after use, but actually, it is simple very clean.  It does not strip your skin of the natural oils, and is not drying because is it super-fatted with coconut oil, But, it does not impart extra conditioning oils like some other soaps.  I always use lotion after showering anyway, so I would recommend using lotion as a general rule after cleansing with 100% coconut oil soaps.  Give it a try, I think you’ll love it.  The lather is sublime.  Ingredients: unrefined coconut oil, distilled water, sodium hydroxide, lavender essential oil.   Net wt: Approximately 4.5 oz.


Black and White Charcoal Salt Bar:  This is a lovely dexotifying salt bar.  I use charcoal and bentonite for the detox properties.  Sea salt helps with exfoliation.  Olive oil and shea add conditioning benefits.  This is a lovely face and body bar.  Ingredients:  Saponified coconut oil, olive oil, shea butter, sea salt, activated charcoal, bentonite clay, coconut milk, patchouli and lavender essential oils.  Approx weight: 4.5 oz.   Patchouli is anti-inflammatory, anti-septic and tonic.  Lavender is good for everything!

Frankincense and Myrrh Argan Facial Bar:  Argan oil is a wonderful moisturizing, healing, anti-aging oil. Frankincense and myrrh  are lovely oils that help heal your skin.  They help with scars, wrinkles, inflammation, soothing, infection.  In addition they lift your mood both emotionally and spiritually.  Ingredients:  Saponified coconut oil, argan oil, distilled water, frankincense, myrrh.  Approximate weight:  4.5 oz.


Gentle Enough for Baby Soap:   This is a castille-type soap.  Traditional castille soap is 100% olive oil, and usually takes 6 months to cure and harden.  My soap is a modified version of the tradition.  I use coconut oil for cleansing and lather, joboba oil, because it is similar in composition to our own skin oils, and olive oil, for the wonderful, gentle conditioning it offers.  This is a very gentle soap, but is not “no more tears”, and care should be taken when using on baby.  This soap is good for everyone, all over face and body.  Ingredients: Olive oil, unrefined coconut oil, jojoba oil, distilled water, sodium hydroxide, lavender essential oil.


Into the Woods Soap:  This soap is the same as my lavender 100% coconut oil soap, but with a woodsy blend of essential oils.  This soap is a nice, hard white bar of soap with glorious bubbles.  Super cleansing.  Ingredients: Unrefined coconut oil, distilled water, sodium hydroxide, rosemary, cedarwood, lavender and black pepper essential oils.  Approximate weight: 4.5 oz.


Dark Ale Juniper:  What could be more fun than beer?  I make it with coconut oil, shea butter and olive oil in a dark ale base.  The essential oils are juniper and cedarwood for a rustic, forest aroma.  Cedarwood is antiseptic, anti-infectious, calming, purifying, helps with anxiety, and is purifying.  Juniper is a great cleanser, calms the skin, good for dermatitis and acnes, and is emotionally balancing.  Ingredients:  coconut oil, sea butter, olive oil, sodium hydroxide, distilled water, dark ale beer, cedarwood and juniper essential oils.  Weight: approximately 4.5 oz.


Honeybee Lemon:  A friend asked me to make a lemon honey soap, so here is my version:  It’s a lovely bar of coconut oil, beeswax, olive oil, raw local honey, and lemon essential oil.It’s sweet and delicious.  Honey and beeswax both work as moisturizers, as well as being antibacterial.  This just reminds me of summer.  Ingredients:  Unrefined coconut oil, Olive oil, avocado oil, castor oil, beeswax, honey, distilled water, sodium hydroxide, essential oil.

CocoCoffee Salt Spa Bar:  This is a wonderfully aromatic coffee, chocolate and orange salt bar.  It’s exfoliating and invigorating.  Ingredients are coconut oil, distilled water, sodium hydroxide, sea salt, coffee grounds, cocoa powder, essential oils of tangerine, orange, grapefruit, black pepper, juniper.


Eucalyptamint Salt Spa Bar:  Take a deep breath and clear those sinuses!  Mmmmm!   So aromatic, and so mind clearing.  Eucalyptus, Peppermint and Rosemary essential oils all work well on the respiratory system. This bar contains coconut oil, sea salt, distilled water, sodium hydroxide and essential oils.


Banana Shampoo Bar:  Oh my goodness.  This is THE shampoo bar.  I’ve never been a fan of shampoo bars, because I find them to be a bit drying. But I hit the jackpot with this recipe.  It’s loaded with conditioning ingredients, and smells amazing and the lather is luscious.  It contains coconut oil, olive oil, castor oil, shea butter, cocoa butter, coconut milk, sodium hydroxide, egg yolks, banana, citric acid, vetiver essential oil, rose geranium essential oil.


A WORD about sodium hydroxide.  Sodium hydroxide is lye.  Is lye natural?  I’m not going to argue whether it is or isn’t natural.  I could make my own lye out of wood ash, but like I said before, I’m a simple woman, and that just seems far more complicated than I care to tackle.  To put it simply, NO LYE, NO SOAP.  Sodium hydroxide and fat react chemically, called saponification.  Once full saponification takes place, the lye is chemically changed and is no longer lye.  Some would argue that it needn’t even be listed in the ingredients, but I disagree with that.  I will always list it in my ingredients.  Also, if you ever see “saponified olive oil” or any other oil—-that’s a slightly deceptive way of saying olive oil and sodium hydroxide.

Remember:  what goes on your body will go in your body.  Your skin is your largest organ and it is very porous.  Next time you put something ON your skin, remember that it will end up IN  your body.  So, keep things simple, look for natural, and be sure there is  healing purpose in all you do.

PennySue Mueller

Penny Mueller
Email: Penny Mueller




What is Ebates?

Do you like free money?

Recently I discovered a great little treasure called Ebates.  Well, I can’t take the credit for discovering it.   Chris Peach actually told me about it.  I’ve been taking his Awesome Money Course, and learning a great deal, by the way, about how to stop living paycheck to paycheck.    Anyway, he taught me about many ways to save money.

Here’s how it works.  You  don’t have to do anything but add the extension to your browser. This is for real. It runs in the background when you’re shopping online and lets you know how much of a rebate you will get when you order. 

I started with Ebates in December, did most of my Christmas shopping online, and I already received at $23 check.  Now, I realize that doesn’t sound like much Residual Income Explainedmoney, but, if you shop online a lot, like I do, this will really add up.  I’m all for free money, so even if it only adds up to $100 in a year, who doesn’t want a free $100?  

Plus, I like that I don’t have to do anything, it just runs in the background and updates me.  Also, Ebates sends out email promos, to alert for additional deals.  For instance, this morning, there was an email from Ebates about Petco. Now, I’ve never considered having my pet food delivered, because I always thought shipping would be too expensive.   I would not have known about the current deal from Petco had it not been for  Ebates.  So, I went to, and shopped for the cat food that I buy.  There was a Petco Members promo with a discounted price, plus free shipping, plus an additional $5 off. And, there was a a 4% rebate.  I ended up getting my pet food for far less than retail, and I don’t have to remember to stop at the store on my way home from work to buy cat food.  I won’t have angry cats meowing at me because I forget their food. Big bonus!!  

When you sign up for Ebates, they will put $10 in your account just to get you started.  

I think it’s a no-brainer. I love saving money, and this is one of the easiest ways I’ve ever found to do so.

How do you save money?

PennySue Mueller

Penny Mueller
Email: Penny Mueller


Why Stress is Bad for Your Heart

Modern life is full of hassles.

Jobs, bills, mortgages, households to run, children to raise, demands, deadlines, frustrations, responsibilities! And then we add on more without even thinking. Continuing our education, working for that promotion, taking on a car payment,  remodeling the house, spinning all those plates and hoping one doesn’t fall.

Whether we realize it or not, whether we like it or not, our body responds.  And we have no control over it.  The nervous system releases a flood of stress hormones, including adrenaline and cortisol.  These hormones force the body to go into emergency response. The heart pounds faster, muscles tighten, blood pressure rises, breath quickens, your senses become sharper.  The purpose of all this is to get you to rise up and meet the challenges that you face.  We are preparing for fight or flight!

Stress related diseases are on the rise and are not only  affecting our ability to cope, but are also destroying our immune function. Read More→

I’m Branching Out

Nursing Isn’t  ‘all that’

Twelve years ago my life went through dramatic change and I was faced with making a decision about my future so I decided to go back to school and chose nursing as a second career. From my first day of my first nursing class, I wondered if I made the right choice. I was trained, educated, and indoctrinated about the wonders of modern medicine. The pharmaceuticals, the devices, the procedures, the surgeries, the reactive approach to illness and disease, the vaccines, the infections that don’t respond to antibiotics anymore, the management of medication side effects, the sometimes mindless following of doctor’s orders, the virtual requirement of a doctor’s order to touch a patient (I exaggerate a little).     All this didn’t make sense and I quickly became disenchanted.   My ears always perked up when a topic would involve alternative or complementary therapies.   Unfortunately, we never spent much time on them, because they were on the periphery of medicine and “not scientific”. But I persevered, flew through nursing school, passed my state board exam with flying colors and quickly became gainfully employed as a nurse. Being that I wasn’t a 22 year old fresh out of college new grad, but a seasoned ‘forty something’ mom, I thought I knew the direction to take, and I fast-tracked my career through floor nursing, charge nurse, case manager and director of nursing. I was a success but never lost my taste and passion for alternative healing. Read More→

Brewing Kombucha at Home

Brewing Kombucha at Home

I like drinking Kombucha. I love the tangy, tingly, bubbliness of it. I also love the health benefits, mainly, the probiotics. What I don’t like is the price of buying it at the grocery store of Whole Foods.  So, I started brewing Kombucha at home a few years ago.Making Kombucha

Brewing Kombucha at home can be intimidating, but with a little practice, it is very easy. Just follow the directions, do your homework, and, learn from my mistakes so that hopefully you can avoid the ones I made.

So, are you ready to start brewing Kombucha at home?

Before you get started, you will need to plan ahead, order some supplies, and gather all the items you’ll need.    You can get everything you need from Hannah Crum, The Kombucha Mamma, and my kombucha guru.  The only place I would ever purchase a SCOBY is from Hannah. Read More→

Your Natural Medicine Cabinet and First Aid Kit Part 4

Natural Medicine Cabinet Item#4 Eucalyptus Oil

Fresh herbs in first aid kitAs you build your all natural first aid kit and medicine cabinet, you now have Lavender,   Peppermint, and Tea Tree essential oils, which are 3 of the staples of any aromatherapist. As you have read in the individual posts for those three oils, the list of things that they can do is impressive. No natural medicine cabinet or first aid kit would be complete without our next essential oil: Eucalyptus.

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