Sometimes grace comes unbidden. Silently slipping through the cracks of our brokenness. When we lost something for good. When we have no choice but to allow grief its way with us. She holds us then. Until we can hold ourselves again. I suppose at these times she feels like sanctuary. (more…)
Yoga Studio & Café on York Road in Hatboro, PA, has announced it will be licensing its brand and business model to aspiring yoga and wellness entrepreneurs, according to “Storm” founder Kristin Ritter, Yoga Alliance Certified Yoga Vinyasa Flow Teacher, wellness coach and business consultant.
“For the past 18 years I have been helping businesses grow,” says Ritter. “Now that Nourishing Storm has been created, my sole mission is to help passionate people create their own storms.”
I sat by a tree and wandered in my mind for a spell.
Out beyond the fences of time.
Seeking peace with all that is and all that I am.
Longing to know the words to my own song
And to trust my voice to sing it.
I thought I would have this down by now.
Sometimes I feel I wasn’t made for this world. Sometimes my mind can’t grasp its ways. Then I go outside. Nature never fails to inspire me. She always shares her wisdom with those who stop to listen. In those wild and untouched places I feel wild and untouched by worry and judgement. I feel free. Whatever great force that pushed the Willow up from the muddy banks before me, that painted the leaves of the Mallow in shocks of pink, that moves the Air across the lake in a dance of ripples and light, that force made me as well. How wonderful is that? (more…)
My motivation waxes and wanes like the moon. She moves like the tides of the sea.
I’ve dug into the safe shores of what I know, yet she lures me to explore what can be.
I’ve danced to her song for so long now. Patiently I’ve waited for the words
That I’m not sure exist. And I wonder if she sings like the birds
Who call to me in my mornings and I can answer back if I am drawn to the tune
But the words will have to be of my own making and I’m mindful not to sing too soon.
Motivation has taught me patience. It has taught me to hold space for my soul
Though I want her to to give me my answers, I must find them myself to be whole.
Anchored in the truth I have found, I trust the winds to bring the next strains
And the winds are not always gentle, but after each storm what remains
Are the pieces of me that are strongest. The pieces I need to sing true.
She finds them and stirs them with purpose. She moves me to be someone who
Will know my words well before singing so I may sing them with all I possess
For this life deserves all I can give it, and she inspires me to give nothing less.
It’s okay that I don’t have all my words yet. I’m soft enough to allow myself this grace
I trust in the unseen way of the soul and understand it moves at its own pace
I will sing what I know so far and accept the song may never be complete
But if I keep singing my truth, I know she will keep offering the beat.
Nikki is a Mother, Wife, Healer, Hopeful Suburban Homesteader acknowledges words are her mind’s tools; writing her soul’s craft; and this circus of life her heart’s muse. Read more from Nikki here on her blog, The Way I Bee. Nikki’s massage therapy and energy healing, including reiki/cranio with some spontaneous journey work, are part of the offerings at Nourishing Storm Wellness Company.