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Jennica Joyce Yoga, 61325 29 Palms Highway STE E, Joshua Tree, CA (2025)

09/25/2025

Swipe to see that final shots — a tiny reminder that adventure can live in the small stuff.

Because some places aren’t just about where you are, but who you’re with.

Minnesota started at Plum Creek, standing where Laura Ingalls Wilder once lived. Full circle for me — I first read and watched Little House on the Prairie when I was a kid, and now it’s our first roadschool unit as a family. Almost every night we curl up and stream an episode. The storylines aren’t always easy, but watching together feels grounding.

My favorite souvenir? My 4-year-old daughter and I got matching bonnets at the museum store — we’re both obsessed 🥰

Next, we camped at Lebanon Hills near Minneapolis. At the Jensen Lake Trailhead playground, two families met: my cousin’s grown kids (21, 27, 29) and mine (8, 6, 4, 1). We picnicked, played hide-and-seek, and just were. Laughter flowed, little quirks popped up, and I felt that deep thread of belonging. Thunder rolled in like a gentle bell — pause, savor, let it sink in.

The next sunny day, my little family biked to the Minnesota Zoo. (Shoutout to my 4-year-old, who tried riding solo before happily climbing back into the trailer 💪🚴‍♀️). The zoo surprised me — wide spaces, thoughtful exhibits — and somewhere between the tropics, wolves, and playgrounds, I swapped stories with my cousin. He’s writing fantasy novels, I just finished a memoir. Different genres, same creative spark.

Life is made of these small, meaningful moments. Pause, notice the joy around you, and connect with the people you love.

The final photo is one of my favorites: three of us deep in a math game on the picnic bench, while baby Arvid explores one of our RV’s headlights.

09/20/2025

“That’s Mt. Rushmore,” my 8-year-old announced confidently, pointing to a poster on the gas station door. I always wondered what that mountain with the faces was called — now I know. Two days earlier, we had stood in front of it ourselves.

Locals in South Dakota warned us Mt. Rushmore might feel underwhelming. And maybe if you only glance, it’s just four stone faces. But once we learned the story behind it — and also visited the Crazy Horse Memorial — I couldn’t help but feel awe. One person’s dream, no matter how long it takes, can leave a lasting mark.

And yet, the more I learned, the more bittersweet it felt. The Lakota Sioux once called the mountain Tȟuŋkášila Šákpe — “The Six Grandfathers,” representing the six sacred directions (north, south, east, west, above, and below). History is layered and complex.

In college, I was taught the hard truth that history often creates winners and losers. Back then, I resisted it. I wanted a world of only win-wins. These days, I’ve shifted to believing there will always be winners and learners. But standing there, I had to ask myself — who is the learner here? Who is the winner?

That reminder came again in the Badlands. On the Door Trail, what began as a simple boardwalk turned into an open invitation to walk straight into the wild landscape. The boys started digging, “mining” the dirt, completely absorbed. At first I wondered if they were taking something away from the next visitor. But then I looked around — the ground is always shifting, always eroding. Change is the only constant, whether shaped by nature or by human hands.

We are all part of history. We all leave our marks. And we all have the power to chase what matters most to us.

✨ So if you’ve been waiting for a sign to go after that dream, plan the trip, or finally start your bucket list — this is it.

Drop your dream (big or small) in the comments — I’d love to cheer you on.

09/16/2025

Plans changed for a sticker.

On our RV, we’ve got a big USA map decal. Each time we cross a state line, the kids take turns filling it in.

Originally, we planned to skip North Dakota — our goal is to make it to the east coast before the cold sets in. But neither my husband nor I could stand the thought of a big empty hole on our map. So… off we went.

To be honest, it felt rushed. At first, I didn’t even want to go past the Theodore Roosevelt National Park visitor center because I was so focused on the kids earning their fifth junior ranger badge (cringe).

Don’t get me wrong — the programs are amazing. They weave in science, history, and place-based learning in such fun ways. But I caught myself attaching so much worth to those badges that I felt more like a workhorse than a free bird.

And isn’t this whole roadschooling adventure about growing together — not just collecting stickers and badges?

Because accomplishment feels good, but peace feels better. 🌿

On the way to North Dakota, we stopped at Makoshika State Park in Montana. The kids dug for hours in clay where fossils have been found. “Makoshika” means “bad land” in Sioux — and while it might not have been farmland, for us it was rich with play, wonder, and muddy knees.

By the time we made it to North Dakota, I was tired. But when I surrendered my checklist, I got to see prairie dog towns, cowboy history, real fall leaves (according to my 4-year-old: “it’s called fall because the leaves are falling”), and even met another family on a similar journey.

Now, almost three weeks in, my husband and I are realizing: more “nothing days,” fewer one-night whammies. But first Devil's Tower in Wyoming!

As he likes to say in Swedish when it’s time to move along: "Framåt marsch" — forward march.

And maybe forward doesn’t always mean faster. Maybe it just means learning to slow down, one mile at a time. 🚐🍂

✨ What about you — is your heart craving adventure, or a little more stillness these days?

09/13/2025

It wasn’t the dinosaur museum or the battlefield that stuck with me most this week…

It was my son’s bloody knee after a bike wipe-out that turned our day into a full-on “nothing day.” It was painting rocks around the picnic table — and my oldest in tears when I said he could only keep the smallest one. (Spoiler: I let him take two.)

Parenting is full of these tug-of-war moments. Do I hold the boundary? Do I bend? My husband offered perspective: when you pour yourself into a project, it’s hard to let go. That landed.

Yoga also talks about non-attachment, but how do you teach that to a little one who wants to hold on with all his might while simultaneously clinging on yourself to what you said?

So I changed my mind and said he could keep two. And when my two oldest boys started collaborating on which two rocks to bring, I felt it in my heart — this was right. Sometimes the “right answer” doesn’t mean no one cries or Mom is always right. But there is a quiet knowing that it’s fair, loving, and enough.

The big adventures are incredible, but the little lessons are what stay with me.

If you want to read more about what this roadschooling journey is opening up for me as a mom, I shared it on the blog this week — link here and in bio. 🌿

https://www.jennicajoyceyoga.com/post/roadschooling-with-three-kids

09/09/2025

It’s been almost 10 years since my husband and I last visited Yellowstone—back when it was just the two of us. Once we had kids, returning felt impossible. Those early years, our travel radius was about six hours max because the boys could cry for what felt like three hours straight in the car. I thought we’d never make it past central California, let alone all the way to Yellowstone.

And yet, here we are—four kids later, with our youngest, Arvid, turning one last week right here in Yellowstone. 🎉 Long road trips are back in our repertoire. What changed? Sure, having our little house on wheels helps. But honestly, we’ve changed too. We’re not as rattled by the cries of a baby anymore (and to be fair, he cries a lot less). Arvid is often called “chill,” though maybe he’s just spoiled differently. I think about how I never would’ve let my firstborn crawl around a public park, eat pizza for dinner, or sleep (or not sleep) whenever he wanted.

They say every child teaches you something new.
✨ My first taught me humility—that parenting without a child is much easier in theory.
✨ My second taught me strength—the tough but vital lesson of holding boundaries.
✨ My third and only girl taught me love—the gift of smiling and being kind more often.
✨ And my fourth, Arvid, is teaching me presence—to ride the waves and go with the flow, like a river, with as much gumption as I can.

This trip through Yellowstone felt full-circle. We marveled at Artist Point, walked along the obsidian-covered Yellowstone Lake, and caught Beehive Geyser for the first time. On the way out of the park, I took the older three river tubing for three hours, and we ended the day soaking in a hidden gem—Norris Hot Springs. Yesterday brought more awe at the Lewis & Clark Caverns. Mother Nature is beyond incredible.

Swipe through to see a photo from 10 years ago (just us two) alongside our now family of six. 💛 What a ride. We’re making a pit stop in Bozeman, then it’s off to the Dakotas! All travel tips are welcome. ✨

09/05/2025

It's been a week on the road and we’re starting to find our rhythm. We spent three nights in Idaho Falls, giving ourselves time to settle and just be. Our campsite sat right on a bike path, so we biked over to a playground, the falls, and even the Museum of Idaho. We walked to the zoo too—small but mighty, complete with both a lion and a lioness. 🦁

We set up a little shade structure over our picnic table, and suddenly it felt like a schoolroom. I read a chapter from Little House on the Prairie with baby Arvid on my back while the kids drew and colored in their journals—exactly the kind of roadschooling moment I’d dreamed about.

The boys even tried out a new jiu-jitsu school here. They were brave, they had fun, and they learned something new—a win-win. Jiu-jitsu is part of their rhythm at home, so bringing a piece of that with us feels grounding. I’m realizing more and more that everyone does better with some sameness, even in the midst of big adventure.

The kids have been loving their new walkie talkies, testing out their independence while always just an “over and out, copy” away. Our 6-year-old does ask, “Can you hear me?” about every two minutes… but maybe the novelty will wear off (or maybe not 😅).

So far, every single day has held a little piece of magic. I know it won’t always be smooth—last night I even dreamed I couldn’t mail our postcards and we came home a month early. Funny how even my dreams remind me: most of my worries don’t matter as much as I think, and the real work is simply being present. I’m learning that rhythms don’t box us in—they hold us steady while life around us shifts.

Speaking of big shifts —Baby Arvid took his very first step in the RV! 🚐✨ Now I’m on the hunt for ideas to keep him safe in nature when Mamma + Pappa need to play house. Baby leash? Gated playpen? Something I haven’t thought of? Send me your ideas—I’m all ears. 💛

Now we’re heading to Yellowstone, ready to trade city paths for wild nature. 🌲✨

09/01/2025

The past few nights we’ve been tucked into the Tahoe forest with my parents (on their own little adventure). My Aunt + Uncle came too—first time I’d seen them in over a decade, and the first time they got to meet my kids. Pure gift.

As a Pisces, I’m happiest near water, and between the mountain lake + pool, I was in heaven. My oldest is just as water-obsessed, which makes my heart so full. Maybe it was having my parents around, but I found myself relaxing more—carrying Arvid, paying closer attention, actually enjoying it. Win-win.

We started Little House on the Prairie as our first roadschool read, and the parallels to our RV trip are kind of wild. Of course, we’ve had some “oops” moments too—like me accidentally singing a Pocahontas song with some not-so-great lyrics and my 6-year-old instantly repeating it 😅. Talk about a reminder that little ears catch everything. Now I’m balancing it out with Peace Like a River—hoping that one sticks.

No one’s perfect—perfection is always shifting. And yet, everyone’s perfect too, in their own way. These hikes, swims, chats, games, and shared meals? They feel pretty close.

Oh, and for those who curious about our route—last time I cut off the East Coast stops, so I included them in this carousel. 🌊 Atlantic Ocean, here we come!

🚐✨ Happy September.

08/29/2025

We officially started our three-month USA road trip yesterday, and it already feels like an adventure worth taking. Our first night was spent boondocking along Highway 395, tucked beside a colorful little brook. After four hours of driving, the kids and I kicked off our shoes to wade in the cold water while Alex set up camp. The campground was practically empty—just us and one other tenter—which made the whole place feel surreal, like we’d stepped out of time.

This is why we’re doing it. Taking the kids out of school to “road school” their way across the country. To be together without the constant noise of everyday life. To slow down, even when it’s not perfect.

Dinner was simple—zucchini, ground turkey, rice, cucumbers—cooked on our little camp stove and eaten outside at a picnic table. With our 30-foot RV in the background, it felt like glamping. Afterwards, we biked the quiet loop of the campground, played card games, colored, explored, and finally read ourselves to sleep.

Of course, it wasn’t all dreamy. The next day, while breaking camp, I wanted Arvid to explore but couldn’t give him my full attention. I turned my back for a moment, and sure enough—he toppled into the creek. Just a foot deep, no harm done, but it shook me. I had to take a deep breath and remind myself: patience, not perfection, is the point.

Today, we’re back on the road after stopping at a hidden gem near Mono Lake. Already, I’m realizing this trip is as much about learning to trust myself in the chaos as it is about seeing new places.

Check out the last picture to see the loop we’re planning. Detours are welcome, but it helps to have a path.

Thanks for letting me share the messy and the magical. I’ll keep bringing you along as we journey up the 395 toward Lake Tahoe and beyond.

08/22/2025

Friday. End of the second week of school back in America, with less than a week until our next big USA adventure! 🚐💨

And I’m scrolling through photos from our month-long trip to Sweden—what a ride. 🌲🛶 Four summers in a row, living a dream we’ve longed for.

The secret? No magic. No perfect plan. Just decide to show up—even on messy, chaotic days—and decide again tomorrow.

When my mother-in-law asked how I wrote a book with four little ones underfoot, I realized it wasn’t magic. It was simple: 30 minutes a day. Some days the words flowed, some days they didn’t. Miss a day? Start again. Decide. Show up. Keep going.

One step.
One page.
One day at a time.
One summer at a time.

So, friend—what’s one small step you can take toward your big dream today? 💛

PS- Enjoy some of the sweet moments captured from our Swedish summer (my fav is my little girl looking like her Mama in pic #13)

08/11/2025

This summer we chased glaciers, hugged grandparents across oceans, and are about to turn our new RV into a moving classroom. 🚐💛

Back to the desert, heart full and grateful. 🌵✨

After our road trip to Seattle for a family reunion and an Alaskan cruise, we spent a month in Sweden reconnecting with my husband’s side of the family. This year felt extra special because the kids remembered so much more—and so did we.

Now it’s a couple weeks of public school- a TK (California's newest grade level), 1st, and 3rd grader — before our big road school adventure across the USA begins.

After wrapping up Wild Mama Rising, I took a little break from writing, but I’ve been soaking up moments and snapping photos I can’t wait to share with you.

This journey is about more than travel—it’s about growing together as a family, learning from every mile, and embracing the beautiful chaos of motherhood and adventure.

So tell me, friend—what would inspire you most?
1️⃣ Behind-the-scenes of our RV life & travel hacks
2️⃣ What road schooling really looks like for us
3️⃣ Finding peace and wonder in nature’s wild places
4️⃣ Our favorite stops, hidden gems, and must-sees
5️⃣ Honest motherhood moments from the road

Drop the number in the comments to let me know what you want next. 💬

And if you’re on a journey of your own—whether it’s motherhood, career, or a personal dream—I’m cheering for you every step of the way. Let’s continue to inspire each other. 💛

06/16/2025

To our Wild Pappa —

Strong, steady, and quietly powerful.
While I rise and fly, you hold the string—
grounding our family in loyalty, laughter, and love.
You don’t need to be loud to lead.
Your way is presence. Your gift is consistency.
You read bedtime stories in funny voices.
You carry sleeping babes to bed like it’s nothing.
You work hard, love deep, and make home feel safe.

To the quiet fathers who do so much with so little need for recognition—
We see you. We thank you.
And we love you wildly.

Happy Father’s Day, älskling.
Your family rises because of you. 💛

📸:

05/28/2025

This month, I taught at Joshua Tree Music Festival for the 7th time. 🌵🎶

I didn’t plan for it to line up with a number that symbolizes completion and divine order… but here we are.

✨ Seven dusty, beautiful, chaotic festivals.
✨ Seven circles of singing, storytelling, stretching—and sometimes silence.

This one felt different.

Like a whisper from the universe:
You’ve grown. You’re ready for what’s next.

And what is next?

Our family is setting off to roadschool in our RV. 🚐💫

I don’t know exactly what every step will look like—but I do know this:

I’ll keep showing up, wherever we go.
With heart. With presence. With trust.

If you’re in the thick of navigating motherhood, creativity, and soul-led work—
I wrote Wild Mama Rising for you.

📖 Find it via the link in bio.

You’re not alone in this wild, sacred ride. 🌀

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