My Roots are Strong and Deep

Elena Stanton Photography

Elena Stanton Photography

It’s been so long since I’ve written anything for this blog. “How do I orchestrate a re-entry?” wonders the mind.

When you’ve lost momentum in something, sometimes the paralysis of perfectionism is gripping. Sometimes, all that’s needed, is to start. We all need different medicine. My medicine is that of action. I spend lots of time thinking things over, pondering my stance, from everything angle. I don’t think anyone’s needed to tell me to slow down and smell the roses.

And so. I am writing.

The last two years have been blissful connection to myself in the mountains. I’ve lived with my partner’s wonderful partners and cat and dog peppered menagerie. I’ve lived with my partner tucked away in a little cabin up a winding mountain road. I’ve worked at a Renaissance Faire in Arizona with my dear friend & herbalism mentor. I’ve experienced genuine community, open, caring, beautiful people. I’ve found that I can be included in that. In love with no agenda. And I’ve found myself back here, now, in Minneapolis, where this blog originated. Where the search for it all began.

I’ve been called home, my soul’s response to the energetic beacon of my family’s intention to sell our childhood home. My dad is craving sand between his toes, and sunshine on his skin in a way that Minnesota simply cannot offer.

And so. I’m back here, gathering resources, saving money, learning new skills.

This fall I’m embarking on a yoga teacher training, reiki certification, and aerial arts classes. I’m thinking about “THE FUTURE”, which includes having a celebration (wedding) for my partner and I, having kids, starting my own business in health and wellness. I’m widening the net of connections here in the twin cities, ready to find my local tribe.

I’ve learned so much in the past couple years about letting go, enjoying life, trusting the process, in releasing the need to control it all. In thinking there’s a “right” way to manifest, to meditate, to be spiritual. I love connecting with others who trust me, and I them, to trust that their process is meant to be their own. We can share what ours are, we can talk curiously about our intentions and focus, without attachment. Without needing the reassurance that our reality is only valid when regurgitated by others.

I’m learning how to learn in community with my own family. How to communicate lovingly and clearly. How to respect boundaries. How to support one another. How to change ideas and habits that may be associated with the house we’re all living in. How to raise one another up. How to value the difference in our experiences and to understand that they’re all equally valid.

I miss the mountains sometimes. And yet. I am meant to be here. And I’m happy to be here. I love wondering at what else is in store for me.

Where are you? What are you feeling called to? What ideas are rolling around your heart and mind and soul?

Let’s collaborate and co-create.

My vision for this blog is expanded far beyond its current limitations. I see it expanding, being updated regularly, and me sharing more videos and musings. I see something beyond that, but the shape is still too hazy to be defined.

What do you see?

What would you like to see from this?

Much love!


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