“For years, I could never have flowers in my house because my cat, Angel, kept eating them. She ate all kinds of flowers, regardless of the smell or color. When Vicky came to my house, she talked to my cat, telepathically, and asked Angel why she was eating flowers. The cat was teaching me a lesson.
‘Your home represents your body. The flowers are your femininity. Where are your flowers, Terry?’ Vicky asked me. I had withheld beauty and sensuality from my life since I started recovering from an illness, 5 years ago. Once I acknowledged this message from my cat— from that day forward, Angel never ate another flower again. My husband even bought me a beautiful bouquet of roses the following week. Now, I have daisies and orchids in my home. More than that, I am learning how to love and adore my body.”
—-Terry Rutherford is a cancer survivor who resides in San Diego, CA
