29/10/2023
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Cultivating practical wellness. I don’t want to cater to a luxury market. I want to reach people like me.
This is my dream……
Of sharing my personal wellness journey with others while building a fair and responsible business for myself, staff and for society and to be a model of what future fair business practices can be. People of average means who strive for wanting more out of life and want to experience a time of immersion and self discovery but don’t want to go broke pursuing that journey. I want
to create practical wellness retreats and “experience” retreats for the average person who has an inner desire to become an extraordinary human being. My dream is The Healing Farm and The Healing Farm Retreats. I will strive to make The Healing Farm a permanent tasteful and affordable retreat center on a peaceful property with a possible national roll-out long-term. THF will originate as a series of retreats in existing retreat centers or personal immersion experiences featuring either an emersion journey of self-exploration or the teachings of passionate educators and practitioners who will cultivate attainable, realistic, simple solutions for our participant’s long-term wellness and personal growth goals. The Healing Farm Retreats - Cultivating Practical Wellness
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The bath bomb was lavender hence the color of the water. Next time the oatmeal milk and honey. In any case, really, really relaxing. Thanks
for being in the neighborhood for my emergency CBD bath bomb run today.
Hot Nigel.
So good. 😋
Southwest Michigan.
Fall wandering in southwest Michigan.
The road with my honey is paved with fun and mutual wonder.
Chai toddies, a fall drive, getting the last three ugly duckling pumpkins at the pumpkin patch, CBD bath bomb, blueberry muffin, makes for a sweet Sunday afternoon Halloween season date.
Chai toddies yum! Seriously. Chai tea bag, ginger tea bag, chamomile tea bag, a shot of whiskey and bitters. So easy, simple and perfect for Sunday afternoon or an after dinner nightcap. Sweeten it up with an old fashioned mix instead of the whiskey.
Ghostly leaves for Halloween.
Fall.
Fall.
Morning run.
Morning run.
One more.
October Sun.
Last night.
Fall
Fall colors.
Brennan.
Out my bedroom window. TGIF.
It's official. We've moved to Mayberry! 😂 Brennan happened to spot his cousin coming down the road in front of our house. Small town living! I love that there's no parked cars or power lines over here too!
Old place, new place.
Looking buff, but really, it's just tension. 🙄 I love having nothing to do. It's such a nice break.
Correction. There are a million things to do. I've just decided not to do them this weekend.
Racket ball muscle rollout about to begin. Second of the weekend. Got to release some of that tension! Buff be damned!
giving blood for the first time in probably 30 years.
It's nice to feel like I'm part of a community again. It feels like it's been a long time.
I'm taking a much needed weekend off. There is NOTHING on the calendar and I had the leisure of going with the flow this morning. I went for a run on this crisp morning and was on my way to get a local coffee and to the farmer's market and ran into the blood mobile.
The last several times I tried to give blood I was too low on iron. Then I moved to California, spent years starting a business, moving around and getting married. Midlife distractions.
I'm coming out of a crazy time and ready to settle in and give back. Running into the blood mobile on my way to local Saturday to-dos feels like a good revisiting of what it feels like to have to have a routine and a home base again.
Plus my iron level was fine! Bonus!!! And I got this cute pink hat!
Oh Chicago! You gorgeous fun and intimate city. Meeting old friends in a sweet Chicago neighborhood on a gorgeous warm fall day was such fun. Two margaritas and some shopping with gal pals was just what I needed.
I ♥️ Chicago!
I was unexpectedly extra moved the past two days at the passing of my "Aunt Pat". My mom & aunt Pat met in kindergarten, went to the same k-8 school in Lincoln square, went to the same high school, went to Loyola in Chicago together AND both went into teaching at the Chicago public schools.
My mom went back to teaching full time when her youngest of us six kids entered into first grade (after getting her master's degree in teaching with six kids under the age of ten at home).
My aunt Pat went on to get her PhD. She never married, she always wore black, she drove a black Oldsmobile, lived in her Chicago home in Lincoln square & dedicated her life to teaching & administrating inner city kids (she became a Chicago public school principal).
Listening to people talk about how she tried all these years to shape & help the public school system, to influence the Chicago political machine on behalf of inner city kids & spent her life mentoring & helping others was such an eye opener for me.
Two of my most vivid memories involve aunt Pat. When we were all really little, I'm sure my parents were overwhelmed. One of my very few childhood memories is that aunt Pat took us all to a matinee at a movie theater to see Bambi. She brought a grocery bag of popcorn that she popped at home so we could have popcorn in the theater. (For those who don't know, there was a day when you could only have popcorn if you popped it at home.) AND they let you bring it into the theater.
So that is one of my earliest memories. Bambi at a movie theater. What a treat. Brought to me by Aunt Pat.
Fast forward 50 years and aunt Pat stopped in church on her way back from communion at my dad's funeral to pat me on the hand and tell me I did a good job with my dad's eulogy. A woman I admire w/ a PhD said I did a good job at a low point in my life meant a lot.
Her prayer card was the prayer of st. Francis, hymns were "be not afraid" & "let there be peace on earth". All at the gorgeous st Matthias church where she & mom were baptized. I'm nostalgic for the older simpler times & aunt Pat was unabashedly the old times. Believing in a higher power & dedicating herself to making a difference. 💫
Sense of place.
I think I have finally shed the stigma of being perceived as a "stoner". Had there never been the stigma associated with cannabis use, I may have had the incredibly healthy and medicinal relationship with it a long time ago.
I have a year until the trademark expires on The Healing Farm name. It doesn't mean I can't renew it, but I figured if it didn't happen in ten years I would let it go.
But the thing is, the concept of practical, affordable wellness in a beautiful setting lives with me every day. The concept is never far from my mind. And now that there's years of research behind medical cannabis use (and psychedelics), I can share with others their benefits in some medicinal retreats.
But in the last ten years, I've also realized the truth in something one of my first retreat participants told me (thanks Diane from Ontario !): The Healing Farm is ME. And it is. I've learned to live THF through some of the hardest years of my life and I'm ready to share the stories with others.
Maybe now I'll revisit and revise that business plan as I gain more confidence in myself and what I want to achieve.
But for now it's time to live in my current moment of reality, finish my bath taken with blueberry muffin strain smoked outside in the breeze w/ the hubs, a little Randy's Inspo with indica leaning v**e and then a long rollout session for the muscles listening to classical music. This is bliss and this is The Healing Farm.
Cultivating practical wellness.
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We took the afternoon to play in the waves today. Impromptu bliss. #playtogetherstaytogether #thisisbliss #thehealingfarm #thegreatlakes #theincoast
Family! An annual vacation with immediate family is such a great way to stay connected. So thankful my parents started this tradition almost 40 years ago. We went from 8 of us to 25 -/+ with spouses, grandkids and now their spouses and significant others. My favorite week of the year! 🤗💓 #doorcounty #familytradition
Heaven is some much needed rain, sitting outside with the hubs at pottail hour on our Wednesday date night and @southlandfarms_michigan "Double deja Vu" . What a way to end the day. #rain #pottailhour #datenight #southlandfarms_mi #doubledejavu
As California climate migrators, I don't think we'll be able to not intensely bask in the lushness of rain. #rain #springrain #dogwood #thisisbliss #thehealingfarm #thegreatlakes
46 degree water temp in lake Michigan. A WHOEEEEEEE cold plunge. Followed by tingly body in warm sun and breeze, however, is spectacular. #thisisbliss #coldplunge #thegreatlakes #solotime
So happily relaxed on the night before a shoot. My California friends and family are so welcoming and generous. I can't thank everyone enough for their hospitality. It's also such a good way to catch up with everyone.
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