inner healing – Laura Insley.

morning thoughts on a mother’s day…

People have said to me that I’m a good mother. Then there was that one time when someone called me a deadbeat mother. There are the things people say about you and then the things you think about yourself.

I have been a mother for almost 20 years. The role has not always been sunshine and rainbows, but I think that’s the mental weight of what I thought it meant to be a mother.

I know it’s a hard day for a lot of people, so I won’t take up too much space talking about it. But I felt like this was worth putting out there…

it’s time for you to be seen… (pt. two)

Recently, I reached out to Beth, a friend of mine from my days in the vintage resale community. I had just picked up a cuuuuute ’60s-’70s coat from the thrift store, and thought she might be able to provide more insight into it.

As the conversation evolved, we talked about how we are both stepping out of our comfort zones in many ways—that we’ve been feeling this urge to transform and begin again refreshed.

it’s time for you to be seen… (pt. one)

There’s something happening right now. Do you feel it?

People are evolving. They’re going through transformations in varying aspects of their lives… and, more importantly, telling others about it.

I’ve been seeing it in bands going on tour, small businesses making brand changes, and people stepping out of their comfort zones.

just a quick celebratory post…

For the last 22 days, I’ve consistently published a blog post every other day. I’ve never put up so many pieces within a month on this site before.

Consistency has always been an issue for me. I’d get started with a routine, gain some momentum, and then drop the ball.

what this weekend made me realize (abridged)…

This weekend was kind of weird. I might want to go into it in a longer version at some point, hence the “abridged” bit in the title.

But given the time and my current brain function, I’ll just go with a brief bulleted list of highlights…

how to best spend a friday morning…

Last Friday, I woke up early, wrote a bit, and helped get the kids ready for their day. The baby slept in, so I was still nursing him when Collin took the other kiddos to school.

Hunkered down on the couch with the babe, I began my usual social media scroll sesh. Within a few minutes, however, my phone died. LAME.

I decided to turn on the TV and see if there was anything on one of our streaming platforms to pass the time.

Then I saw it…

sometimes you just need to word vomit…

Toward the end of last year, I was on a rollercoaster—a mental, emotional, and physically taxing rollercoaster. While my highs and lows may have been a result of (or at least exacerbated by) my pregnancy hormones, they were still very real. My condition, plus other situational factors, just amplified the issues and wounds that had been festering for awhile.

October was particularly difficult, and I started writing about it in my “october… (pt. one)” post. I had fully intended to publish a “part two,” but at the time, I didn’t have the strength or mental capacity to continue on with it.

I was stressed. I was drained. I was depressed.

the universe provides…

On Day 4 of my back pain, I could barely move.

I thought I was doing all the right things, and yet the pain kept getting worse.

From Rebecca Campbell's Work Your Light Oracle Deck

I pulled some oracle cards on the issue and the messages pointed to setting boundaries, letting go of what no longer serves me, and taking a break from the treadmill of life (AKA be still and be present).

My first AH-HA moment of the day.

It all makes sense. I had already figured that the Universe wanted me to slow down. That’s usually the message when something abruptly puts your life on hold. But I still felt like I needed to KEEP MOVING.

Ugh. Have I learned nothing from my minimalism journey?!

a journal entry…

12.28.22 10:55 a.m. (and updated 01.29.22 12:47 p.m.)

Yesterday, the sun came out for what seemed like the first time in weeks. It melted most (if not all) of the snow around our house. There’s something magical about snow—watching it swirl around in the outside air… and getting excited when it actually sticks to the ground. Even though it’s one of those beautiful miracles of nature, I needed that melt yesterday.

I was never really a big fan of cold weather anyway, and even less so now in my postpartum condition.

I was tired of the grey… tired of cold… just tired. I needed the sun, and the healing energy of its warmth.

short weekend message…

Take it easy this weekend, friends.

It’s a tough one for many.

Be kind. Refrain from ruffling feathers.

Lay low. And give yourself grace.

Use this time for healing/recovery/self-care, or to prevent burnout/illness/overwhelm.

It’s okay to say “no.” Embrace the JOMO (joy of missing out).

Sending you all love and comfort. 🙏🏼💖💫

<3 Laura

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