LIVING to 💯🙏🏽🙌🏽

Our bodies talk to us and most times we choose to not listen until………. we are MADE to and sometimes those times can be too late.

If an imbalance occurs and is not corrected within the body, a physical illness and dis—ease will manifest affecting the physical body. Holes will appear in your aura way before the body becomes symptomatic of an illness. This illness or dis—ease will then become apparent. Sadly, everyone is far too familiar with cancer, heart conditions, neurolog…ical dis—eases, disorders and many psychological dis—eases.

Have you ever heard of a small Greek island called Ikaria? I had not. But I learned it’s a place where people live 10 years longer than the average life expectancy. Many of them live very simple lives. The air is described to be very pure, with little pollution. Their diet consist of mainly fruits and vegetables, and their exercise includes regular walking in the mountains. They have very little depression as well.

Did you know that the top five countries in the world where people live the longest are Japan, Switzerland, San Marino, Italy and Singapore?

Take a look at what their lives consist of on a daily basis.
Take a look at their stress levels.
Take a look at how long their periods of vacation are away from work.
Take a look at how long their children are in school for a day or a year.

Just. Take. A. Look. Around.

I think you’ll be amazed at how stress is the #1 Killer for us all. Something that we have full control over. Do u see a problem with that? It’s time to take a deeper look inside of ourselves to see exactly what our body is wanting from us and if we are giving it what it is asking for or if we are only giving it things out of convenience because of our insanely hectic schedules.

We were given ONE body.
Don’t know think it’s time we all listened to it?

Get PURELY. CONNECTED. with your BODY and watch it love you back. ❣❣

#PureBodyConnections
#GetFullyConnected #LoveTheOneBodyYouWereGiven

Angie Vanyo 🙂

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In 1943, a Greek war veteran named Stamatis Moraitis came to the United States for treatment of a combat-mangled arm. He’d survived a gunshot wound, escaped to Turkey and eventually talked his way onto the Queen Elizabeth, then serving as a troopship, to cross the Atlantic. Moraitis settled in Port Jefferson, N.Y., an enclave of countrymen from his native island, Ikaria. He quickly landed a job doing manual labor. Later, he moved to Boynton Beach, Fla.

Along the way, Moraitis married a Greek-American woman, had three children and bought a three-bedroom house and a 1951 Chevrolet. One day in 1976, Moraitis felt short of breath. Climbing stairs was a chore; he had to quit working midday. After X-rays, his doctor concluded that Moraitis had lung cancer. As he recalls, nine other doctors confirmed the diagnosis. They gave him nine months to live. He was in his mid-60s.

Moraitis considered staying in America and seeking aggressive cancer treatment at a local hospital. That way, he could also be close to his adult children. But he decided instead to return to Ikaria, where he could be buried with his ancestors in a cemetery shaded by oak trees that overlooked the Aegean Sea. He figured a funeral in the United States would cost thousands, a traditional Ikarian one only $200, leaving more of his retirement savings for his wife, Elpiniki. Moraitis and Elpiniki moved in with his elderly parents, into a tiny, whitewashed house on two acres of stepped vineyards near Evdilos, on the north side of Ikaria.

At first, he spent his days in bed, as his mother and wife tended to him. He reconnected with his faith. Sunday mornings, he hobbled up the hill to a tiny Greek Orthodox chapel where his grandfather once served as a priest. When his childhood friends discovered that he had moved back, they started showing up every afternoon. They’d talk for hours, an activity that invariably involved a bottle or two of locally produced wine. I might as well die happy, he thought.

In the ensuing months, something strange happened. He says he started to feel stronger. One day, feeling ambitious, he planted some vegetables in the garden. He didn’t expect to live to harvest them, but he enjoyed being in the sunshine, breathing the ocean air. Elpiniki could enjoy the fresh vegetables after he was gone.

Six months came and went. Moraitis didn’t die. Instead, he reaped what he sowed in his garden and, feeling emboldened, cleaned up the family vineyard as well. Easing himself into the island routine, he woke up when he felt like it, worked in the vineyards until most midafternoon, made himself lunch and then took a long nap. Also in the evenings, he often walked to the local tavern, where he played dominoes past midnight.

The years passed. His health continued to improve. He added a couple of rooms to his parents’ home so his children could visit. He built up the vineyard until it produced 400 gallons of wine a year. Today, three and a half decades later, he’s 97 years old. According to an official document he disputes; he says he’s 102 — and cancer-free. He never went through chemotherapy, took drugs or sought therapy of any sort. All he did was move home to Ikaria.

Ikaria, an island of 99 square miles and home to almost 10,000 Greek nationals, lies about 30 miles off the western coast of Turkey. Its jagged ridge of scrub-covered mountains rises steeply out of the Aegean Sea. Before the Christian era, the island was home to thick oak forests and productive vineyards. Its reputation as a health destination dates back 25 centuries, when Greeks traveled to the island to soak in the hot springs near Therma.

In the 17th century, Joseph Georgirenes, the bishop of Ikaria, described its residents as proud people who slept on the ground. “The most commendable thing on this island,” he wrote, “is their air and water, both so healthful that people are very long-lived, it being an ordinary thing to see persons in it of 100 years of age.”

Seeking to learn more about the island’s reputation for long-lived residents, I called on Dr. Ilias Leriadis, one of Ikaria’s few physicians, in 2009.

On an outdoor patio at his weekend house, he set a table with Kalamata olives, hummus, heavy Ikarian bread and wine. “People stay up late here,” Leriadis said. “We wake up late and always take naps. I don’t even open my office until 11 a.m. because no one ever comes before then.” He took a sip of his wine. “Have you noticed that no one wears a watch here? No clock is working correctly. When you invite someone to lunch, they might come at 10 a.m. or 6 p.m. We simply don’t care about the clock here.”

Pointing across the Aegean Sea toward the neighboring island of Samos, he said: “Just 15 kilometers over there is a completely different world. There they are much more developed. There are high-rises and resorts and homes worth a million euros. In Samos, they care about money. Here, we don’t. Striving and stress is not a part of our culture in Ikaria.

For the many religious and cultural holidays, people pool their money and buy food and wine. If there is money left over, they give it to the poor. It’s not a ‘me’ place. It’s an ‘us’ place.” The Status Quo & Narcissism is not part of their culture and does not make them sick or unhappy