Conscious Soundscapes

It time. Time to hold space once more with the lovely Yoga with Terry Olsen. Join us Friday April 17th 6-7:30pm for a yin & sound journey. Call/message Terry to register, space is limited.
See you on the mat 🤗

Join us for this restorative journey within. Limited 13 spots available. Secure your spot by April 10th for $25, price increases to $30 after. 🙏

Sundays are for seeds….
Be them in your ear from acupuncture, in dirt to grow food or thoughts planted to be nourished when the time is right.

On my healing journey I’ve been attending community acupuncture once a month. Often getting needled in my ear, followed by seeds that will stay in place until they fall off when they are no longer needed. Typically for 2-10 days they are with me as I gently press on them for acupressure at different times of the day. It’s part of my mindfulness practice after getting them. I’m taking the time to nourish my mind, body and spirit, I hope you are too🤗🌱

CONTENT INCOMING
It’s been a minute since I posted anything, and while it will still take some time to get it put together, I wanted to let you know that I’m working on a bunch of things behind the scenes. Today, I’m in Jasper filming a few things while rediscovering my love for the instrument babies.

For me, attending a yoga class in person versus online is a powerful experience. In-person classes where the instructor has taken the time to think, prepare, plan, and put their thoughts to paper in a special notebook are guaranteed to be epic.

Last week, I had the privilege of attending a guided yoga class led by at studio. The preparation that went into this offering was simply sublime. From the moment I arrived to when I left, I was surrounded by meticulous planning and well-thought-out strategies. The instructor’s written notes were not just notes; they were a roadmap to a profound experience.

In contrast, I’ve attended classes in the past where the instructors had no plan, forgot the other side in a two-sided pose, or claimed they didn’t have a plan and would “see what would happen.” These experiences were not as fulfilling. When I surrender to the mat, it’s comforting to see a plan and written notes, knowing that I’m embarking on a well-structured journey.

For me, the magic happens during the preparation phase. It’s the construction of a well-thought-out journey that I surrender to when I attend in-person classes. These “containers” provide me with a sense of structure and guidance, making my yoga practice even more meaningful and enjoyable.

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As 2024 draws to a close, some of it I will remember fondly and some of it I only wish I could forget. While this year has had many roses and thorns, I acknowledge that all the lesson it gave me. I hope 2025 is filled with lots of healing, support and selfcare. While continuing to hibernate for a little while longer, I look forward to emerging from this cocoon when the time is right to serve from my saucer once more.

Seeing what was left of my home was overwhelming. The words that came to mind was that there were no words.

I’ve seen photos and videos for weeks. It was the fully immersive experience of standing on the land in front of what was once my home that took it to the next level.

It was sensory overload. Seeing with my own eyes, feeling the breeze carry the soot and ash over my skin, hearing the silence & work of heavy machinery, tasting the smoke in my mouth and smelling the burning.

This has been the hardest day of my life to date. Losing a parent is something I’ve experienced and this doesn’t compare.

When I lost my dad, I still had “things” of his to hold on too. This is no longer the case and it’s like losing him all over again.

My instrument babies who were such a large part of my life and keeping the balance within are very missed as I spiral into uncharted territory.

Today, I’m going inward as I feel over exposed, venerable, angry and raw.