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I took this one a little personally.I grew this spider plant from a tiny start off my other plant.She’s been with me for...
12/05/2025

I took this one a little personally.

I grew this spider plant from a tiny start off my other plant.
She’s been with me for 2½ years — thriving, throwing out babies like confetti, even hosting a little spider I named Louise for a while. Maybe that’s where things went sideways. Maybe Louise packed her tiny spider bags and left, and my plant went into an emotional spiral. Honestly? Same, girl.

A couple weeks ago she started looking rough.
Dropping leaves.
Losing color.
Just… tired.
I chopped off her babies thinking she needed a break, but she kept fading.

So yesterday I gave her a dramatic haircut.
A fresh start.
A literal reset.

I don’t know what she’s fighting, but I hope she comes back.
She’s been through a lot.
Maybe she just needed a season to fall apart a little before she grows again.
Relatable, honestly.

12/05/2025

This season has been tender - not easy, not light, just honest.
And instead of muscling through it like I always have, I’m finally learning to soften.

I’ve cried in the most unexpected places, and instead of apologizing for it, I’m letting myself be - soft, open, human. What’s surprised me most is how people respond to that softness. The way their faces soften back. How warmth meets warmth. How honesty gives permission.

My body keeps asking for movement - twirling, spinning, shaking off what never belonged to me.
And dressing for the girl I was at twelve - the one who loved pretty skirts, color, whimsy - somehow shifts everything. It feels like breaking generational curses in real time. Like choosing myself in ways no one taught me how.

It’s wild how the smallest choices reflect back as joy.
When I soften, the world softens with me.
When I choose beauty, it chooses me back.
When I do the fu***ng work, something in me finally exhales.

How are you moving through this season?
Are you softening too? Are you shifting? Are you letting yourself become the version you needed when you were young?

Before the holiday chaos sweeps us off our feet… come get rooted.Marlo Moor is bringing a deep, soul-settling sound bath...
12/02/2025

Before the holiday chaos sweeps us off our feet… come get rooted.
Marlo Moor is bringing a deep, soul-settling sound bath to help you drop back into your body, calm your nervous system, and remember who you are beneath the noise.

A slow evening of grounding, tea, connection, and coming home to yourself.

Sunday, December 14th - 3:00-4:30
Rooting & Reconnecting Soundbath
$45 | space is limited
Text 530-249-3070 to reserve your spot.

If your spirit’s been feeling a little wobbly… this one’s for you. 🌲🔔

Sometimes real life gets loud.Not the fun kind of loud - the kind that starts inside your chest long before it spills in...
12/02/2025

Sometimes real life gets loud.
Not the fun kind of loud - the kind that starts inside your chest long before it spills into the room around you.

I’m someone who likes my home in order. Not because it comes naturally, but because I’ve fought for that rhythm over the years. In this empty-nest chapter, I finally found a flow that felt manageable… until life shifted again. More movement in my house. My mom here. The holidays creeping in with their bags of pressure and expectation. Suddenly there are piles on every surface and my nervous system feels like it’s one breath away from shutting down.

And here’s the thing I’m remembering:

The mess isn’t the problem.
It’s the why underneath it.

I miss my kids.
The holidays are heavy for a lot of us.
Caring for an aging parent is beautiful and brutal at the same time.
And sometimes the pressure of holding it all together cracks something open you didn’t realize was so tender.

So I’m pausing.
Letting myself acknowledge what’s actually happening beneath the chaos.
Letting this season be what it is - complicated, emotional, holy in its own strange way.

Because when life spirals, it’s not a failure.
It’s a signal.
A reminder to breathe, soften, and choose compassion for the version of you who is doing the very best she can.

Sometimes your soul just needs to be dragged to the ocean and scrubbed clean by salt, laughter, and the people who know ...
11/29/2025

Sometimes your soul just needs to be dragged to the ocean and scrubbed clean by salt, laughter, and the people who know you best. The universe showed up with my favorite humans, and we rested, crafted, and frolicked like silly, slightly unhinged geese - the kind of play that reminds you how good it feels to just be. My soul feels rinsed, rewoven, and reset in all the ways it was asking for. Only wish I had a few more days!!

Grateful to for sharing her magical space!

11/25/2025

I didn’t feel well when I filmed this.
My body was heavy, my head pounding, my energy low.
But something in me still chose to run - not to escape anything, but to remember myself.

The sun hit.
The warmth, the breath, the movement… it cracked something open.
It turned an ordinary moment into one of those rare, soul-searing pauses that stay with you forever.
A core memory - the kind that settles into your bones and whispers,
“See? Even when you’re not okay, life still finds a way to be extraordinary.”

It reminded me how much beauty exists when we live inside the moment,
not waiting for perfect conditions, not polishing ourselves up first,
but just showing up as we are —
feral, human, imperfect, alive.

And now?
That moment is twirling through my mind on repeat.
A little flash of truth I keep chasing -
not to recreate it, but to stay open enough to feel life like that again.

This one lives in me now.
A quiet proof that even on the days we feel empty,
life can hand us something unforgettable…
and invite us to look for it again.

The last couple of weeks have been… a lot.But even in the intensity, I’m always hunting for the glimmers - those tiny wi...
11/22/2025

The last couple of weeks have been… a lot.
But even in the intensity, I’m always hunting for the glimmers - those tiny winks from the universe that say, keep going, you’re held.

A sky painted by the sun’s wild energy.
Nourishing foods when everything feels loud.
A prism landing across my mom’s face as she waits for chair yoga - her inner child catching a rainbow.
Hand-painted trail trinkets drying on the counter… little gnomes and mushies reminding me to play.
A pop of color on a cloudy day.
A tea bag sending love in the exact moment I needed it.
Getting creative and reconnecting.
Gratitude for the knowingness - for cutting what doesn’t serve (aluminum-free deodorant gang) and tending to what does.
A hot spring soak that pulled me right back into myself.

Next week I’m heading to the ocean - to let the salt, the wind, and the horizon rinse off the heaviness and call me home again.
Taking time with family, time to breathe, time to soften.

See you after the holiday - steadier, clearer, and a little more salt-washed from the inside out.

For all that have showed up, and held space with me the last couple weeks, I appreciate you. ❤️🙏🏼🧘🏻‍♀️🔥💪🏼

Some of us weren’t built for normal.We were built for the woods, for the weird, for the parts of life that don’t fit in ...
11/20/2025

Some of us weren’t built for normal.
We were built for the woods, for the weird, for the parts of life that don’t fit in a tidy little box.

This is your nudge to stop shrinking, stop smoothing your edges, stop pretending you’re anything other than the wild, instinctive, honest thing you actually are.
Your weird is a doorway. Your raw is a compass. Your truth is older than your fear.

And here’s the thing:
If someone is scared of your weird… the forest will eat them alive anyway.
Your people won’t flinch.
They’ll say “same,” hold space, or squat beside you in the trees.

So here’s to living uncontained.
Here’s to following the pull in your gut.
Here’s to the ones who choose real over polished, wild over palatable, and truth over performance.

Stay strange.
Stay feral.
The right ones will always find your fire.

A slow little Sunday reset over here: bought some handmade local goodies, applesauce on the stove like I suddenly run a ...
11/17/2025

A slow little Sunday reset over here: bought some handmade local goodies, applesauce on the stove like I suddenly run a homestead, meal prepped for humans and dogs, emptied my entire closet like a raccoon with a mission, fired off a Marketplace post, put flannel on the bed, and forced my nightstand + book stack to get their lives together.
The small things keep me from absolutely losing it.

Does anyone else feel like they’re just doing the thing?

Yoga this week:
Monday | Evening | 5:30pm
Wednesday | Morning | 9:00am
Thursday | Evening | 5:30pm
Friday | Morning | 9:00am

Questions? Directions? 530.249.3070

It’s no secret my hormones go absolutely rogue every couple of months. Nausea out of nowhere, cramps that feel medieval,...
11/13/2025

It’s no secret my hormones go absolutely rogue every couple of months. Nausea out of nowhere, cramps that feel medieval, that heavy wave of “why is my body like this?” the whole circus.

This month, mid-spiral, I grabbed a spicy Maine Root ginger beer out of pure desperation.
And to my absolute shock… it worked.

Here’s the science-y part no one tells you:
ginger literally blocks prostaglandins - those tiny inflammatory messengers responsible for the “curl into a ball and pray” level cramps. It also relaxes uterine muscles and helps your stomach settle, which is why people use it for nausea.

So that fiery burn?
That was basically nature’s ibuprofen with attitude. Without all the s**t big pharma is trying to sell you.

For a moment, the cramps unclenched, the nausea backed off, and I felt like maybe - just maybe - my hormones weren’t trying to assassinate me.

Moral of the story:
When your hormones come in hot, sometimes the thing that saves you is a ginger beer with enough spice to fight back. Available at ✨

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