Woodland Serenity LLC

12/19/2025

Anyone looking for the perfect gift of relaxation call or text us at 715 610-7835. We have electronic way to deliver your purchase.

12/14/2025

Winter: A Season of Rest and Restoration

By following the cues
that Nature generously provides,
we set the tone of our days
and discover,
in each unfolding season,
a gentler pace
and a softer rhythm in our lives.

Winter arrives,
whispering softly of the need for rest,
inviting us to slow down,
to breathe,
and to savor the solace
that drifts softly, like silent snowflakes across our hearts.

In this season of stillness,
we withdraw
from the hurried tempo of our days,
from the busyness that tugs
like constant and restless winds.

Here, in the quiet,
we find shelter,
a place to dream,
time to pause,
and space to imagine
all the plans and possibilities
preparing to bloom
in the next season of our lives.

And when the world stirs again,
we emerge
with renewed grace and resilience,
feeling rested and restored,
ready for whatever may lie ahead.

~ 'Winter: A Season of Rest and Restoration' by Spirit of a Hippie

✍️ Mary Anne Byrne

12/05/2025

A CHRISTMAS POEM

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.

THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.

I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."

This poem was written by a Marine. The
following is his request. I think it is reasonable.....

PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon, and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe.
Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed.

May God Bless You and Have A Great Day!!

12/04/2025

Call or text Woodland Serenity LLC at 715 610-7835 today to buy the perfect gift of relaxation!

11/27/2025

Happy Thanksgiving to All our clients!!

We are so thankful you trust us to help you achieve your goals for health 💜

11/24/2025

11/24/2025

https://www.facebook.com/share/16fcSmE3E9/

Global vetted directory of helplines, hotlines and crisis lines. Chat, text or phone support with su***de, anxiety, depression, domestic violence, gender& sexual identity and more.

10/22/2025

Tend the Garden of Your Own Heart

Don’t wait for others
to make you happy.

No one can fill
the spaces meant
for your own light.

Happiness isn’t a gift
handed to you,
it’s something you build
quietly within,
moment by moment.

It’s the peace that comes
when you stop chasing approval,
the warmth that rises
when you choose gratitude
over longing.

Let go
of waiting,
or wishing for someone else
to make you happy.

Others may add to your light,
but they cannot create it for you.

This is your work,
your sacred, lifelong task,
to tend
the garden
of your own heart.

~ 'Tend the Garden of Your Own Heart' by Spirit of a Hippie

✍️ Mary Anne Byrne

~ Art by Annacozysoul

10/18/2025

The Quiet Triumphs

Be proud of the steps you took that no one ever saw,
the ones made in silence,
without recognition or reassurance.
Be proud of the nights you lay awake,
talking yourself out of giving up,
of the mornings you rose
when it would have been easier to curl up and disappear
beneath the weight of your own exhaustion.

No one saw you steady yourself
against the quiet ache,
or how you learned to carry it
with a fierce, fragile kind of grace.

Be proud of the small, unremarkable moments
that shaped you,
the promise you made to yourself to keep going,
the choice to forgive someone who never asked,
the courage to show up
to a life that didn’t look the way you thought it would.

Growth doesn’t always announce itself
in loud or obvious ways,
sometimes it’s just a soft exhale,
a single brave breath.

So hold your head high,
not because the world applauds you,
but because you know what it took to stand here.
Every unseen battle,
every invisible step forward,
every time you chose to heal instead of harden,
those are your quiet triumphs,
and they matter
more than anyone will ever know.

~ 'The Quiet Triumphs' by Spirit of a Hippie

✍️ Mary Anne Byrne

10/12/2025

No one prepares you for the silence that children leave behind when they grow up...
Not the silence of an empty house,
but the silence that creeps into your heart...
when they no longer ask you what to do,
when they no longer seek your advice,
when they begin to live... without you.

And you smile, of course.
Because that's what you wanted: to see them fly.
But inside... something breaks.

Because being a mother of adult children is something else.
It's biting back your words when you see they're wrong.
It's swallowing the urge to call when they don't answer.
It's learning to love without invading.

It's looking from afar, with your hands still
and your heart trembling.

Sometimes they tell you things... but often they don't.
And you pretend it doesn't hurt.
But it does hurt.
It hurts not to be part of everything like before.
It hurts to see that they no longer need you... at least not like before.

And yet, there you are.
Putting out their favorite food when they come over.
Arranging their childhood photos.
Praying for them every night, as if that were enough to protect them from the world.

Because deep down, a mother never stops caring.
She only learns to do it from the shadows.
From a corner.
From a prayer.

And that's a form of love that no one sees...
but that sustains everything.

Moral:
Being the mother of an adult child means accepting that you are no longer the center of their life... but continuing to love them as if you were. Because there are loves that don't fade; they only learn to wait in silence.

✍️Mayrasak