Soul Forge Rituals

If you’re exhausted from carrying everyone else’s feelings, managing every outcome, and mentally rehearsing conversations that haven’t happened yet... this one’s for you. 😂🌪️

For a long time, I thought control meant I was being responsible.

Prepared.

Helpful.

Considerate.

What I’m realizing is that many of my controlling tendencies were actually fear wearing a very convincing disguise.

Fear of conflict.

Fear of disappointment.

Fear of making the wrong choice.

Fear of being blamed.

So I would overthink.
People-please.
Manage.
Fix.
Anticipate.

Not because I wanted power.

Because I wanted safety.

The challenge is that control rarely creates the safety we’re looking for.

It usually creates tension.

In our bodies.
In our relationships.
In our minds.

Real safety doesn’t come from controlling every outcome.

It comes from trusting ourselves enough to meet whatever arrives.

And for me, that’s been one of the biggest lessons of this season.

Not gripping tighter.

Softening.

Trusting.

And noticing when fear has quietly taken the wheel.

So I’m curious...

What’s your favorite disguise for control?

Overthinking? People-pleasing? Fixing? Planning every possible outcome?

Drop yours below and let’s normalize being beautifully human. 🤍🌿

Nature never seems offended by change.

The wind arrives.
The flowers move.
Life continues.

Meanwhile humans are over here asking:
“Why is everything changing?” 😂🌸

Maybe there’s wisdom in the flowers.

They don’t fight every gust.

They trust their roots.

What is life asking you to soften, trust, or flow with right now? 💗🌀

As we’ve been creating our new healing space, Louis shared a story that stopped us in our tracks.

A healing center owner once told him that every person who enters a space leaves something behind.

Not their baggage.

Their healing.

Their breakthroughs.
Their tears.
Their courage.
Their prayers.
Their transformation.

And that healing becomes part of the space itself, supporting everyone who comes after them.

There is something deeply sacred about that.

As we renovate and breathe new life into this space, we’re intentionally anchoring words into the walls.

Words that remind us who we are.
Words that create a feeling.
Words that help us come home to ourselves.

And we’d love your help.

What are a few words that represent healing to you?

Drop them below and we’ll add some of them to our wall. 🤍🌿

Let’s build this space together.

Breathing habits matter more than most people realize.
Most people pay attention to what they eat, how much they exercise, and how many hours they sleep.

Very few people pay attention to how they’re breathing.

Yet we do it 20,000+ times a day. 🌬️

A few weeks of home renovation had us noticing just how quickly stress, physical labor, dust, and long days can influence our breathing patterns.

And the fascinating thing?

The body responds.

Energy changes.
Recovery changes.
Focus changes.
Even how we look can change.

The goal isn’t perfect breathing.

It’s awareness.

Because awareness creates choice.

Take a moment right now:

👃 Nose or mouth?
⬆️ Chest or belly?
⚡ Fast or slow?

Your body might be trying to tell you something.

Save this post and share it with someone who needs the reminder to check in with their breath. 🤍

This flower keeps blooming beneath the Blue Spruce.

Each time we return, there’s a little more life, a few more blossoms, a little more beauty than before.

It’s become a quiet reminder that relationship matters.

The more time we’ve spent here offering gratitude, tending the land, and simply slowing down enough to listen, the more supported we seem to feel in return.

Maybe that’s reciprocity.

Not a transaction. A relationship.

A reminder that what we nourish often nourishes us in return. 🌲🌼✨

As we’ve been remodeling this house, I’ve been sitting with a powerful realization:

My contribution gets to look different.

For a long time, I measured what I could do against what others could do. Against what I used to be able to do. Against what I thought I should be capable of.

And every time I did, I ended up exhausted, frustrated, and stuck in a cycle of pushing beyond what my nervous system could actually support.

Meanwhile, Louis is operating from a very different place than I am right now.

The most supportive thing I can do isn’t always to work harder.

Sometimes it’s sitting in the grass.
Putting my feet on the Earth.
Regulating my nervous system.
Allowing my body to recover so I can contribute from a place of capacity instead of depletion.

That’s not giving up.

That’s wisdom.

Sometimes the work isn’t pushing through.

It’s honoring where you are and trusting that your contribution is enough.

What if your body isn’t asking for more effort?

What if it’s asking for a different approach? 🔥🌀

Practice what you preach. Even when it ruins the plan.

Bumper-to-bumper traffic.

Snow. Rain. Construction.

Hours of gripping the steering wheel like it personally offended me.

My nervous system was done.

As we sat crawling through traffic, I realized something:

The fastest way home wasn’t the most supportive way home.

So we practiced what we teach.

We stopped.

We spent the night in Glenwood Springs.

The original plan was the hot springs, but they closed earlier than expected. Instead, we wandered a block down the street and found ourselves at Yampah Spa and the V***r Caves.

Beneath the town is an underground cave filled with geothermal steam and mineral-rich water. The local tribes have long considered this place sacred and still return to bless the caves and hold ceremony there.

You can feel it.

The moment I stepped inside, something shifted.

I entered carrying the stress of the move, the uncertainty, the weather, and a death grip on life that had somehow transferred directly into my shoulders.

I left feeling calm.

No tension.

No urgency.

Just quiet.

A reminder that sometimes the most productive thing we can do is stop pushing.

If you’re ever passing through Glenwood Springs, give yourself the gift of slowing down.

You might find exactly what you didn’t know you needed. 🔥🌀

Removing wallpaper is a lot like personal growth.

At first you’re excited.

Then you’re questioning your choices.

Then you’re covered in dust wondering why you started. 😂

But somewhere underneath the old layers, something beautiful begins to emerge.

This house keeps reminding me that change isn’t about erasing the past.

It’s about honoring what came before while creating space for what’s next.

And occasionally discovering your favorite color hiding underneath 40 years of decorating decisions. 💙

Maybe growth isn’t about becoming someone new.

Maybe it’s about uncovering who you’ve been all along. 🤍