HeyJaredWider Circles by Kristen Caissie
a soft space to open into wider circles of connection with self, earth, and spirit.
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Grounding into the Earth (opens the original)
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Grounding is a place to return to the body and the present moment. A place where we can listen to what is moving through our own inner soil while also sensing the wider web of life to which we are intimately connected.In this practice, we return to our senses, place our roots back into the soil, and begin by locating where we are. From here, we can notice the old stories that arise, feel what is asking for our attention, and open our awareness to the living world moving around and through us.Gro
The Wild Conversation (opens the original)
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As I sit watching my children run over the rocks and sand at the edge of the Pacific, their bodies moving with care and agility, feet finding purchase without pause, weight shifting from stone to stone before their minds could ever catch up to explain how — I am taken into a memory.It isn’t exactly mine. Maybe its a remembering, the kind of memory that seems to live in the body rather than in any one life.Thanks for reading Wider Circles by Kristen Caissie! Subscribe for free to re
Fat of the Land (opens the original)
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August has a way of asking a great deal of us.The grasses have long since turned gold, the garden leans into seed, and by late afternoon the heat settles over everything like a heavy blanket. Even the birds seem quieter now. The land is conserving itself.I notice the same thing happening in my own body.By the end of these long summer days, moving between the garden, the children, my work, the endless tending that makes up a life, I can feel my nervous system beginning to fray. That feeling of be
What the Earth Has Been Seeding (opens the original)
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This morning I’m writing from the garden.We got news last week the well is running low, so I’m watching everything go to gold, trusting the seeds know where to fall. The pomegranates are beginning to crack open, revealing their jeweled centers, too full to contain. A pair of quail rustle beneath the rosemary as the last of the cool morning breezes roll in from the Pacific, whispers of salt on dry grass. I can feel my skin notice the shift, a changing of guard. We’ve entered Leo season—the time o
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