Wisdom Roots Wellness

03/05/2026

🔥New Series Incoming🔥

Next week begins the launch of a new Monday evening Vinyasa Flow series, and we're pretty darn excited about it.

This class, led by Melissa , will get your blood moving and energy rising - perfect for the Spring emergence. (You may recognize Melissa as our beloved community chef at .hilltowncommons . A true multi-hat wearing gal🧢)

Join for the full series and save💸, or drop in as you wish. Either way, you'll be glad you did.

As usual, more info can be found on the site.

03/02/2026

welcome march~
we’re almost there, folks! the vernal equinox is now within sight and the days are steadily growing. some say this is the hardest month, and we don’t disagree, but we do try to find the silver-linings, like the way the late-winter light hits the ice crystals, or the new bird song, and those deep blue hues of snow and sky. it’s truly something special 🩵🤍💙

a reminder that this week we have a unique offering: candlelight restorative yoga & sound bath, brought to you by of and .joy . this Thursday 3/5 from 6:30-7:45, join us for magical evening of slow, supported postures, flickering candlelight, and a sonic infusion of bells and bowls. it’s like a gentle hug for the senses and a (final?) dip into winter coziness. pop into our bio to learn more and to register.

hoping march brings you renewed clarity, inspiration, and hope 🌬️

02/27/2026

(A trend we couldn’t pass up..)

It’s endearing to think that behind the girlish bangs and playful grins are two spirited gals with a strong conviction to living a life with intention and authenticity.

While the exact twists of fate and moments of synchronicity remain a mystery, we do know this: what began as a small seed of an idea—Wisdom Roots—has grown into a living, breathing space rooted in truth and purpose. (And, we kinda think these little one's would feel pretty good about what they get to do on a regular bases.) 👼

Though we are a tiny team of two, our hearts are set on something much bigger: to create a welcoming space that uplifts, supports, and celebrates the gifts of fellow teachers, seekers, and healers so that together, we may all grow, learn, and thrive.

We’re excited to see those intentions blossom as we welcome guest teachers and devoted practitioners in the next few months for some pretty incredible offerings. Peep our website to see who will be blessing the space~

sarah.nelson .joy

02/26/2026

when the sun shines in february ✨💎🪽

02/23/2026

happy snowy day friends. ❄️
hoping you’re all faring well in this endless snow-globe season. we’re big fans of winter time and all it invites in terms of pace and energy, though it sure does have a way of informing/impacting all the best laid plans. (good lessons and practice of surrender!) thanks for your patience & understanding in our latest class cancelations.

we continue with our winter group-class schedule for the next two weeks, and then - just like the maple trees about to be tapped for their inner sweetness - we’re amping up the schedule with some new classes, programs & offerings. if you’re on our newsletter list, you got the inside scoop: an upcoming vinyasa-flow series starting 3/9, restorative yoga with a twist🕯️on 3/5, an extra day of pilates mat starting 3/29, plus our upcoming annual cleanse from 3/30-4/3.

while the calendar is taking on a fuller look, we’re still lingering in these dreamy winterland vibes. (pretty hard not to in these majestic Hills!)

how are you all holding up during these late winter days? are you starting to feel the subtle stirring of spring?
join us for any of these extra programs and we’ll emerge with intention and strength, together. ✨

02/20/2026

sorry for the inconvenience folks, but the weather dictates our lives up here in the Hills, and Winter’s still talkin’.

we hope you’re staying warm and cozy.
see you tuesday for yoga 🪷

02/12/2026

On what was hopefully the coldest day of the winter, bright and frigid, wind chill -28°F, I performed the sacred, hopeful rite of ordering seeds. I also made a pilgrimage to the garden, wading through thigh-high drifts, the air stinging my face. Under the snow, what old-timers call “poor man’s fertilizer,” the earth is getting ready. In just a few weeks, in the warmth of the greenhouse, we’ll mold soil blocks and plant hundreds of seeds; those that germinate and thrive will go in the ground in late May. After that, it’s not quite as simple as “you reap what you sow”… you harvest what you water, and w**d, and pick the pests off of, in accordance with whatever the capricious weather gods deliver. But whatever may follow, the season starts with hope.

Even though I’d heard the buzz, and knew Bad Bunny’s halftime show was going to be something special, it blew my mind. The usual strutting, hu***ng, glitz, and egomania that predictably characterizes the annual extravaganza was replaced by images of community, solidarity, strength, harmony, and human connection. I don’t understand Spanish, but the message was clear long before it was spelled out on the jumbotron: THE ONLY THING MORE POWERFUL THAN HATE IS LOVE. Fertilized by the manure pile that (un)civil discourse has become, perhaps that message will finally take root.

The 20th century American saint known as Peace Pilgrim spent 28 years walking around the US spreading her message of peace and love. She had little education, was unaffiliated with any religion or organization, and, having given up all her possessions (including her name and biography), walked with complete faith in what she called God’s laws, enduring truths that she experienced as direct revelations: evil can only be overcome by good; only good means can attain a good end; those who do unloving things hurt themselves spiritually; these laws apply to all humans beings and must be obeyed before harmony can prevail. In other words:

“Hatred can only be overcome by love.” - Gandhi

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that.” - Martin Luther King, Jr.

“The only way to achieve lasting peace is through mutual trust, respect, love, and kindness. The only way.” - The Dalai Lama

Peace Pilgrim was an extraordinary being who lived absolutely in accordance with these truths. But she got there gradually, and her method is one we might all adopt: “I looked at every situation I came into to see if there was anything I could do there to be of service. I did as many good things as I could each day, not forgetting the importance of a pleasant word and a cheery smile.”

We’re not all saints, nor do we all have a global platform, but every action we take is a seed we plant, so let’s do as many good things as we can each day, and see what grows.

https://savitrisarahnelson.substack.com/p/seeding-hope

02/07/2026

02/06/2026

It’s not just humans who are starting to feel that cabin fever…

Come release some of that winter angst tomorrow at the Winter Fest! We’ll be nestled inside with a table full of merch and herbal goodies, perfect for perusing while you warm up from those many snow-luge runs.

We have new sweatshirts, thermoses, herbal tonics and body care treats to gift your sweetie or for yourself. Stop by and enjoy a fun event for the whole family.

11am-2pm at the Research Center.

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02/05/2026

February reminds us to take our time.
To not rush the process.
To linger in the in-between.

While winter is still breathing a bitter chill, there is such a different energy to February. The light, the birdsong, the slow internal quickening. It's truly a magical month if we simple stop to notice.

By gently shifting our practices and habits during mid-winter, we can orient to this new energy while remaining anchored in body, steady in mind, and centered in heart.

Here's a few simple practices to adopt as we venture the second half of winter:

✨Evoke your inner-cat and linger in every sunbeam.

🔥Create some inner heat. Mid-winter is a great time to kick-up the exercise routine to slowly encourage muscle tone and move heavier energy.

🥕Incorporate more color into your plate. It's important that meals remain warm to protect digestive fire, but by now the body is starting to crave lighter, brighter foods. Try a carrot-ginger soup for dinner over heavier pasta dishes, or stewed apples or pears for breakfast.

🍯Oil on your skin, scalp, and hair. The dry winter days can make for some very sad skin. Abhyanga, the Ayurvedic ritual application of oil, is one of the most lavish and beneficial practices for winter. Simply warm unrefined sesame or olive oil between your hands to warm it up and apply a generous amount all over yourself. (You can also experience this treatment at the WRW studio with our in-house body care practitioner.)

🌸Lean into beauty, connection, and softness. Winter can be difficult and ruthless. Intentionally inviting heart-centered experiences can bring more agency to navigating these hard months. Allow yourself to be taken by simple delights.

We'll dive into the nuances of this season from an Ayurvedic perspective this weekend with our online Winter Wellness Workshop, Sunday 2/8 from 6-7:30. Peep at our link in the bio to find out more. 💫

02/04/2026

Never Miss a Sunset, a book I read once or twice in my tween years, has seared itself into my memory. It’s not the plot, but the title - which stared out at me from my bookshelf for many years - that penetrated. The protagonist was a teenager, the oldest daughter of a poor farming family, who resented caring for her younger siblings. It was a hardscrabble existence, her father was gruff and severe, her mother constantly pregnant and beleaguered. It is not great literature, and you can guess the moral from the title. But the idea stuck with me.

My friend’s father died last week, and at his funeral I learned, because each person who spoke mentioned it, that Sam treasured every sunset. He died in his sleep, in bed, at 95, and lived an active and engaged life, full of accomplishments and adventures. But it turns out his greatest legacy, as articulated by his granddaughter, may be his reminder to appreciate each day, to do something as simple as sit and watch the sunset.

When my children were young, we lived in an old farmhouse, perched on a ridge 2,017 feet above sea level, with no protection from the prevailing winds blasting in from the west. The house had only one west-facing window (in a room that was more cold storage than living quarters), in spite of a spectacular view in that direction, so I missed a lot of sunsets in those days. But occasionally the brilliant sky would catch someone’s attention, and we would all rush out to marvel at it; or I might steal away by myself, face the color, take a few slow breaths, let my shoulders relax, my belly soften. I would remember the title of that book from my youth, and wonder how many tired souls had stood on our hill at the end of a hard day, letting drop all the troubles of the world, absorbed in the beauty of the wide open sky.



https://savitrisarahnelson.substack.com/p/never-miss-a-sunset

01/28/2026

A snowstorm, at least one with plenty of warning and out into which you don’t need to venture, is like a holiday, a surprise sacred respite from the usual overly-scheduled lives most of us live.

In my Pilates class, I teach a position called Constructive Rest Pose, in which you lie on your back with knees bent, arms at the sides, palms up, feeling the soles of the feet against the floor, relaxing the thighs and sensing the sacrum melting into the mat; the shoulder blades flat and wide, softly separated. Arms and hands relaxed; neck, face, throat, easy; feeling the heaviness of the head dropping into gravity’s pull. An important cue is “Do Nothing.” I exhort people to spend a few minutes on the ground everyday, relaxing, observing, breathing - at least that.

The storm created an opportunity, not to do nothing, perhaps, but to settle into slow, non-accomplishment mode. I lay on the couch and read long segments of a book; I watched at length the birds gathering around the feeder, the fine snow swirling down and piling up.

Relaxing into the timeless feeling of the day, I also pulled out a mandolin. It was left here by a friend a couple years ago in the hopes I might take it up, and even though I’ve never played one before, an app helped me tune it and youtube taught me how to play a simple tune and pick out several chords. I’ve heard that boredom sparks creativity, and though I wasn’t bored, the sense of being at loose ends, with plenty of time on my hands, opened up a new little piece of the world.

As I hunkered down, which was the right thing to do, the people of Minneapolis, fueled by warm-hearted solidarity, white hot rage, and deep grief, gathered to protest the ICE storm in their city, also the right thing to do. As I broke trail through a couple feet of snow on my snowshoes after the storm, hard work, I pondered the fact that it’s time for me to get myself to another protest, a kind of hard work I don’t savor, but seems required now.

Do nothing, do something. Inhale, exhale. Take time alone in the quiet woods, gather together with fellow humans. The pull of muscles on bones makes them stronger.

https://savitrisarahnelson.substack.com/p/staying-home