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Ogden OM Fest

Picture by Roderick Dye.
Picture by Roderick Dye.

I’ll be at Ogden OM Fest this weekend, August 19-21, for my first vending gig. Gasp! I’m scared, excited and wondering what I’ve gotten myself into, all rolled up into one messy emotional rollercoaster.

Ogden OM Fest is in its third year now, it started out small but has grown into a medium sized event, with a large army of volunteers. There’s nothing like a group of your neighbors, friends and people with common beliefs and ideas coming together to create an event focusing on body/mind wellness.

I’ve lived in Ogden since 1977, as a young wife of a military man. The husband left, but Ogden always was there to see me through the tough times. The LDS church is very much the main religious belief in Utah, but the Mormons are very inclusive about the religious rights of others, most likely due the past events in their history of intolerance. The Ogden OM Fest is not actually a religious event but more of a spiritual experience. It’s been in nature where man has sought out and found spiritual guidance, and what better place to find this than Fort Buenaventura.

WARNING: personal information, skip this if not interested. No offense taken if you skip this part, I’ll understand completely.

I hope I’ll see my friends on and off Facebook. And I’m hoping to participate in the events beside vending these three days. I’m bringing my daughter and my best friend with me. This will be a hugh stepping stone for me. Because you see I’m in a wheelchair, working my hardest to remove myself from that chair. It’s not something I talk about or tend to bring up, but my struggle is real. I yearn to walk again, without losing breath or feeling like my legs will collapse. You see five years ago I was active, walking, working, on the go all the time woman, mother and wife. What I didn’t realize at that time was I was carrying a time bomb in my DNA. At some point in my life it went off. Why? We still have no clue. The short story is I have heredity lymphedema. I remember as a child the struggle my great grandmother had with this disease. My mother told me of her great grandmother, my great, great grandmother and how she also had the same disease and the suffering she went through. Today there are numerous treatments which include wrapping and massage. Back when my great, great grandmother had this disease little to nothing was known about lymphedema or hereditary disease.

So come by, see me, say hello, talk a while. Take a load off, we’ll have extra chairs.

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