Podcast: Holistic Nature of Us: Meet Lois Grasso, Transformational Breath and EFT Tapping

Description: Yogis teach us to be grateful for our breath of life. Without our breath, we do not exist. My guest this week, Lois Grasso, explains how we tend to stuff our emotions, especially as children. She encourages us to breathe with intention, pay attention to our breath. After all, its the most essential element in keeping us alive. But did you know breathing with intention can relieve us of anxiety and other emotions that perhaps we keep hidden inside?

Lois Grass, aka Mimi Stevens, is also the author of a children’s book, Maven and the Magic Buttons. She wrote the book to teach children to use EFT tapping to handle emotional stuff they may be too young to understand. I hope you will join us for an enlighting discussion about two effective modalities.

About My Guest: Since 1991, Lois Grasso has been passionate about her mission to empower and motivate people to take good care of themselves – physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. In the ‘90s, she was the Publisher and Editor-in-Chief of The Self-Health Networker, a monthly newsmagazine featuring national and CT health experts. She later became certified in Transformational Breath®, while editing and publishing the founder’s book on the subject, and began her private practice as a Transformational Breath Coach in 2002. She founded the non-profit OxyGenesis Institute in 2003 and has since facilitated 10 international Holistic Health events, including 3 cruise conferences. Today, Mimi still loves public speaking and private coaching to help people get happy and healthy using breathing practices, EFT Tapping, conscious communication skills, and her own modality, “On-the-Ball Anger Clearing”. Today, she also empowers elementary school children (and their adults) via her most ambitious program ever… “Whole Schools Tap Into Happy” is based upon her book, Maven & the Magic Buttons, which she has authored under the pen name “Mimi Stevens”. The book and program make conscious breathing and EFT Tapping easy for kids to learn so they can relieve their own physical pain and emotional stress.

Transcript:   #33 Lois Grasso

International women’s Day: March 8th 2015: My Poem

My poem: An Ode to My Body

was selected for publication in camelsaloon.com’s tribute to women for International Women’s Day. Women, we create, wear many hats, bring forth children, are one half of the human species. It’s great to see and hear our voices raise up in so many ways. This issue is rich with diverse perspectives, photograghy and insight. I hope you will enjoy it. Please write a comment on their site. It is so appreciated.


Enjoy. Judith

Judith Dreyer, MS, BSN, Writer, Speaker, Holistic Health Consultant and Workshop Presenter, Master Gardener. 



Camp NaNoWriMo is over!


Writer’s Camp NaNoWriMo is a writers challenge and inspiration. I highly encourage it for those of you thinking about writing… signing up and making a commitment to write 30,000 words became the  bugle call in the morning that nudged me to pad and pen.  Pressure and excuses came in like a marching band playing loudly and reminded me to step up the pace and get it done.
I am glad I challenged myself to complete a project. I felt stuck and wanted this camp to be an impetus to just write and see what the break through would be. Sure enough a chapter came together and then another one and another and before I knew it I reached my goal of 30,000 words for the month of July and earned a badge!

While virtual camps are fun I do miss the camaraderie that my writers group offers though. Folks like you and I writing, exploring various forms of creative expression, the frustrations and the joys of seeing something accepted for publication or successful self publishing. Hugs are good when success is achieved! Wishing my cabin mates the best!

What’s the next step? Stay tuned for announcements of two books I have in the works. My next goal is to get them published by the end of this year or sooner.

To the folks at Camp NaNoWriMo: thanks for the encouraging words, s’mores of encouragement, boatloads of tips and help rowing when the arm and hands got tired of rowing seemingly upstream some days.  It was fun.  Now let the revisions begin.

Enjoy your day. Judith



Windmore Anthology is Published;on Amazon Too


I am happy to announce that the Windmore Foundation for the Arts 2012 Anthology is available on Amazon and Kindle.For me personally this was a great creative experience from submission selections to cover design to editing. I learned so much and I am pleased to have been part of this creative endeavor.

Book Description:

This 2012 anthology, Words Across Time, is a celebration of twenty years of creative writing by members of the Windmore Foundation for the Arts. For months the writers from Pen-to-Paper submitted their poems, stories, and essays to the anthology committee. It was difficult to select from such amazing talent. The anthology team chose the submissions that touched us by making us think, laugh, or cry.

To complete the journey through time, selections from three other Windmore anthologies were used to represent previous years. Those books are: Windmore Writers’ Anthology, 1992; Touching the Heart, 1996; and Images in Ink, 2010. The authors from those anthologies are pleased that their work is still recognized as relevant. 

The artists of Windmore contributed beautiful, original art work inspired by stories in the book. Literature and art together add charm to this publication.”

Another book for your holiday wish list. Enjoy. Judith


I’ve been Published ! A Story For Winter: Finding Love Again

Yeah and so excited to have a short story fiction accepted at calvadeofstars for writers. I always appreciate feedback… a story for winter. Enjoy. Judith

Finding Love Again

by Judith Dreyer

I’m sitting here at the winery in the tasting room that overlooks the vineyard while grey clouds fill the sky and hide the sunset. Dozens of birds flit through the trees, strut through the grassy field, and fly through the vineyard leaving spots of bird poop filled with seeds everywhere. I have cleaned the tables and chairs on the outside deck twice in the short time I’ve been here while enjoying the afternoon haze and mild temperatures.

I can’t help think that my life has a romantic flavor to it. Here I am in a vineyard, quiet and stately, that awaits winter’s coming and going so it can bloom again. Clouds pass by and keep the air mild though the sun goes down as if behind closing doors. The tasting room, clean and orderly, waits for a holiday shopper. Evening slowly pulls down the shades of the day as I sit and read a novel while waiting for the owners to return from errands. The owners have the room ready for their family’s Christmas celebration only a few days away. Petit Verdot, Vidal Blanc once lovely grapes on a vine now transformed into wine fill the shelves near me. Here I am in a lovely quaint setting. A romantic one too as the soft illuminations both inside and out light my heart in this place where I have landed.

As I sit in the silence here I feel a feeling of love being reborn within touching places that have chains and locked doors, rusty and oxidized that still remain. I feel something this gentle evening that seems to softly rattle those chains and jimmy the doors. It seems as if a golden thread from love’s source seeps through the cracks under doorways and through keyholes finding its way in somehow no matter how I resist. How this happens I cannot tell you but hope enters in and catches me off guard this evening. I feel softness, a tenderness stir in my heart reaching places I thought hopelessly blocked. I feel the breath of love in the wind. It caresses my cheek touching me. I sense romance in the air tonight too. Ironic isn’t it? It seems as if I needed to feel love heal and then stir within me, in this magical silence before I can open to love again. There is no man by my side as I close up the tasting room and head home; no one to greet me when I open the door to my home. Yet it is love I capture in my beating heart that I will hold close as the chains rust away so I can reopen the doors to love again.

copyright 2012.

First published at calvacadeofstars@wordpress.com on 2/28/2012

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