Nothing Fancy

It's an ethos, it's a mantra, it's a battle cry. Be it food, be it birth, be it how I move and groove my body - nothing fancy is the through line. Food doesn't have to be fancy. And birth isn't always complicated. Healing can be play. Sometimes simple is best. We trust the process. We trust our bodies. We trust our journeys. 

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My journey (back) to self involved lots of (sometimes naked) dancing in my house. There was nothing fancy about it. Raw and messy and real and intuitive. Those themes became clues, a roadmap of sorts. It's been an unfurling, a growing-pains blossoming, a trusting, and an allowing.  

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I trust this journey. I trust in carrots and mushrooms and greens. I trust in the bees and the trees and the flowers and the breeze. I trust in the urge to move and breathe and hum and shake. I trust in our local environment and community. I trust all of this for me and all of this for you.