In 2016, my life took a turn I never could have predicted. I had always been the reliable one, the punctual one—especially at work at Shull School in San Dimas. So when friends and colleagues began telling me I was missing appointments, I chalked it up to practical jokes or misunderstandings. Surely, not me! But the universe had a way of making me pay attention.
The wake-up call came out of nowhere: one moment I was on the golf course with my weekly team, the next I “woke up” in my car, already making a left turn in the middle of a busy intersection. No memory of leaving the course, just a wave of fear and confusion. I pulled over, heart racing, and finally saw the truth—my friends weren’t joking. I was missing more than appointments; losing pieces of myself was more like it.
Time for a Change
Subsequently, I made the tough decision to quit my job and seek healing. I started my healing journey with my mom in Santa Barbara, but when that arrangement didn’t work out, I remembered an invitation from Darlene Marmol. I remembered an invitation from Darlene Marmol, who had come to see me months earlier about my father, Jim Humble, and his work with MMS, chlorine dioxide. She had offered me a place in Sequim, Washington, and for the first time, I took her up on it.
Those first weeks in Sequim were both humbling and life-affirming. I stayed with the Marmols, and the people of Sequim and Port Angeles welcomed me like family. Even as my memory struggled and my health wavered, their kindness surrounded me. My New Moon friends became my chosen family—always ready with a hug, making sure I felt valued and accepted, no matter how many names I forgot or how scattered I felt. I was cared for, seen, and made wanted in a way I hadn’t realized I needed.
Through this community, I began to heal. But as a health coach who couldn’t even remember her own protocols, I was embarrassed to ask for help. Luckily, one friend, Vicky Shamp, became my guiding light—introducing me to everyone, helping me stay grounded, and even sponsoring me on a cruise to Alaska when I desperately needed a change. An experienced and well-trained acupuncturist on board, along with the convenience of a credit card swipe, kept me motivated, and gradually, I noticed improvements in my health, despite my memory still struggling to keep up.
Egged on to Teach
And then, I danced. At first, it was just a way to express my joy and gratitude for those around me. But soon, others wanted to learn “my style.” I didn’t even know I had a style! It took me a year to figure out what made it unique—and now, I’m teaching others to become “Dancies,” to find their own style in joy rhythm, and to share it with their community. I call it, Joy Rhythm from my company, Ecstatic Dancie Inner National.
My journey isn’t over, but I’ve learned that healing looks like community, courage, and a lot of dancing—even if you forget the steps. If you’re struggling, know you’re not alone. There’s always a new rhythm to discover and a community waiting to dance with you.
Because my system helps you gain the confidence and joy—and shows you how to share it without being intrusive.
