The trying I now realize
is softening into awareness

I feel the call of pulsating waves filling my heart...

A personal moment with my man too good not to share. 

I awoke from a dream and saw clearly a tree.   I heard "angel" and so I do what most curious dreamers do ~ I googled "angel tree" and thus began my wild wander to South Carolina to commune with an ancient oak that called to me through the collective conscious ethers. 

What if...

For just one day
   you stepped out
You slowly yet deliberately
   unzipped the suit
the suit of warrior armor
   that adorns your flesh and bones
the one that has helped you for lifetimes
yet in this moment
    in this blink of time

The first day of spring is just around the corner.  Dreamy thoughts of tulips popping ~ tree planting and bonnet wearing floats into the collective consciousness.  Well, maybe not bonnet wearing but it just sounded magical.   In Minnesota the outside reality doesn’t always line up equally with the inside imagination ~ as snow typically adorns the ground ~ making the tulips work a wee bit harder.  Yet, whether there is snow on the ground or fairies dancing amongst the joy of new growth ~ we all get to experience the energies of the equinox. ​

From Wonder Woman to She Ra Princess of Power to Super Girl ... to your own bathroom mirror ~ You are being called to rise up in your awesomeness and wake up fully in this world.  The phrase “you got this!” is running from mouths and being printed on t-shirts.  But, in all that “I am woman hear me roar” energy...do you find yourself tired? A bit confused? Wondering (pun intended) ... how can I do all this and keep my sanity?

Trust me.  Other women are having similar feels!

They ~ we ~ are seeking ways to find ourselves and keep life in a state of harmony. ​

Do you wish for a tribe to support you on this deep soul level?

I asked him, What was your favorite part about school? Without a flinch, “summer!”  Ha.  This is how a recent chat went down with my boyfriend.  Me on the other hand, I loved all of school.  So much so, I saved old paperwork and played teacher during the summer breaks.  Insert all the neighborhood kids lined up in lawn chairs surrounding the pool as I paced the front, I think waving a stick, as I gestured into understanding 1 + 2 using 3 trees in the yard.  Think there was a clue back then that teaching was a life gift I was meant to share?  I mean, come on, what kid takes a break from swimming to teach?  Yep!  This one.

As life progressed from 3rd grade, the love of learning stayed with me.  I satiated all that teachers were willing to share, the stories that books would etch in my heart, and the wisdom that nature seeped into my cells.  You see, my only wish through all the years of sitting at desks, was that the walls would come down and we would be under the blanket of the sky learning from the teacher that never judges or holds anything back.   Mother Earth and all of her creatures!
In my life’s work, I use her sage teachings wisely, along with spirit animals, all the elements and much more on my path as a shamanic practitioner, energy life coach & yoga teacher.  And, I continue to be the most eager of students as I learn throughout all of the Seasons.  So I guess, you could say that summer was one of my favorite parts of school too.

With Earth Day just around the corner on April 22nd, may you find moments to step out into my most favorite classroom, the one without walls.  

See you on your yoga mat or elsewhere as I continue to share my hearts love ~ teaching!

P.S.  Earth Day Yoga Saturday, April 22nd 9am Ottertail (we will be on the beach if mother nature’s warmth gives us a hug or inside…with the windows open)

​xo Wendy
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The snow crunched under my snowshoes as I ventured through the woods.  Nina was frolicking all the while picking up on every animal track in her nose vicinity.  We were both in nature bliss.  Just what my body, mind & soul was craving after a week of mental dervish — I could have sworn the universe was on a tilt-a-whirl all week. And I just knew within my bones that I needed to ground myself. To feel the earth hug my feet.

All was fine and dandy, the trek had worked, so I turned for home and eventually trudged up the hill behind the house.  I called for Nina to join me.   She looked at me from afar and then turned the opposite way. Despite my calls, she was determined to track those unwavering scents.   And what did I do, I lost my cool.  Anger, fear, and almost all out rage bubbled inside.  It took me over.  I called for her louder.  Ya, like that was going to work after she clearly had looked at me and turned away.   Rationally, I knew the loud yelling was getting me nowhere but it was as if a giant fire had been ignited and there was no water in site to douse it (if only I had realized the snow all around me I could have face planted in it to put out the flames — but alas, that would have been too easy).  Instead, I raged.  I feared.   I realize now I was raging from all of the unpatriotic chess moves that were played this past week.  My rage was fueled by the consumption of global fear and anger.

I know I am sensitive. I know we are all connected.  And clearly, I was picking up on the collective human consciousness. 

And while I once listened to the band Rage Against the Machine, I’d rather not rage against the brilliance of my DNA — for the DNA gets all out of alignment when we allow strong emotions such as anger or fear to flood our system.   So I made a new call (this time to myself) to override the emotional hijacking and return to my heart’s code.

To activate this love in an instant, I turned to yoga. I left Nina outside and I fell to the ground in child’s pose. I thanked the earth for holding me. I asked her to take my anger and I channeled that fire into compassion, gratitude and peace. Yes. Peace.  I switched my thoughts, went home to my breath, allowed my body to feel, and guess whose nose soon pressed against the sliding glass window?  Yep, Nina chose to come home to momma at peace…not angry momma.  Go figure!?

​Until our peace laden paths cross again,
Wendy

​Hugs. Tears. Yoga. Music. Nature. Animals.
In no particular order,
all have helped soothe my soul.
For I have been in mourning.

I have been sad for the anger that rests in people’s hearts.

I have been sad for the fear that leads many in the place of love.

But mostly, I have been sad for the segregation. For within the
depths of my soul; I know & believe that we are all ONE.

And thankfully, gratitude for that belief is winning over the sad darkness.

Gratitude for a heart-wide-open yoga community that comes together to move, feel, and heal.

For the first time ever, I was close to canceling yoga class so I could mourn in solitude. Because the last thing I could see myself doing was talking. And when I teach, inspiring words tend to naturally flow from my lips. But instead of canceling class, I turned to music to speak for me.

Along with the hugs, tears, yoga, nature, & animals…maybe some of the music below will soothe your soul.

Four ~ Deuter
Hands ~ Jewel
Killing the Blues ~ Robert Plant & Alison Krauss
Gold in Them Hills ~ Katie Melua
Our Day Will Come ~ Amy Winehouse
Never Too Late ~ Three Days Grace
Light ~ Al Green
High Tide or Low Tide ~ Ben Harper, Jack Johnson & Friends
Sound of Invisible Waters ~ Deuter
Haven’t Met You Yet ~ Michael Buble
Somewhere Over the Rainbow ~ Israel Kamakawiwo’ole
Kindred Spirit ~ Deuter
Keep Your Head Up ~ Andy Grammer

​In love & light always ~ Wendy

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As the clouds swirled and the rain surrounded women from south to north and east to west, their unique souls gathered as ONE.  The winds headed the call of Spirit as rain clouds were pealed away and held to the perimeter of the sacred land.

An opening, a window, a valley towards clarity had been created.  They stood in a portal of awakening.  Voices shared wisdom, hands brought healing, music guided them to move their hips and dance on mother earth’s belly, and then they heard the undeniable vibration.

Awake!  Awake to the power & beauty that lies within!

They stood in the middle of Mother Nature’s Portal.
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They were being called back to the root of the feminine. To their goddess essence.

The Women’s Awakening Festival image was seen everywhere as the feminine stood on the inverted lotus flower patiently awaiting no longer to rise from the false sense of self that had been lingering amongst her family & friends.  She was ready to be authentic, vulnerably raw, and uniquely herself.  She held a spiral of goddess energy in her hands and once released into the universe; there would be no turning back.  She would speak her truth.  She would awaken to the intuitive gifts guiding her to heal so she may in turn help the world flow with the grace of nature.

Until our paths cross again my sweet friends,
Wendy