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Jennica Joyce Yoga, Joshua Tree, CA (2026)

02/19/2026

I haven't posted in two months because I’ve been in a winter cocoon.

In November, we ended our roadschooling journey and in January put the kids back into public school. Between that transition, my newest vocation—prepping house plans for submittal in the desert—and the sudden explosion of the "after-school hustle" (Jiu-Jitsu, ballet, and now soccer season), my brain has been at capacity.

I realized I needed to intentionally carve out time for my two youngest (17 months and 4.9 year old).

That is why I’m hosting my 7th Mom & Lil One retreat in less than a month.

March 10–13 is my "pause" button. It’s a chance for me to put down the schedule and just be with my littles—and I’m inviting two more mamas and their 1–5 year olds to join us in that circle.

I haven't even posted about this yet, and we already have 2 of our 4 spots filled.

I have 2 spots left.

If you’re feeling a need to reset from the stressors and crave quality time with your baby away from distractions to become more whole again, come join us.

🔗 Learn more at https://www.jennicajoyceyoga.com/mom-and-lil-one
if you need this as much as I do.

12/25/2025

This season invites us to pause—and remember the moments that quietly became our treasures.

Back in September, while wandering through Deadwood, we found ourselves unexpectedly dressed in western wear for a spontaneous family photo.

It was one of those unplanned moments that turned into pure joy. The boys fully in character, playing guns. Pappa steady and serious. Me with eyes wide open. Kerstin mid-yawn. And Arvid completely relaxed in my arms.

Somehow, in a single frame, it captured our family dynamic a little too perfectly.

So we saved it for you—as our Christmas card.

From our wild, loving crew to yours, Merry Christmas. May love, peace, and joy fill your heart and home today and always. 🎄✨

HolidayHeart SeasonOfPause WildAndTender HomeIsWhereWeAre GratefulHeart WildMamaRising

12/08/2025

We’ve been home from our 3-month roadschool adventure for a few weeks now, and the same questions keep coming up:

“Were you working the whole time?”
“Is money still coming in?”
“How are you actually doing this?”

So let’s clear one thing up 😅
It’s not from book sales.
(I’ve sold about 20 copies—so no, it’s definitely not that.)

The real answer is simple:

We planned.
We saved.
We invested.
We lived below our means even when it would’ve been easy not to.

For years, I chose economy flights to Sweden instead of first class. I never paid interest on my credit cards—I'd either balance-transfer to zero or pay them off. It wasn’t glamorous, but it created freedom.

Right now, I’m not working a traditional job by choice. We’re living on savings we intentionally moved into cash, plus income from investments and building projects behind the scenes. Some months feel easy, some feel stretched—but all of it is intentional.

And even with all that… we still had to LEAP.

Because money doesn’t make you brave.
Clarity does.

Getting radically honest about what I actually wanted—that’s what cracked things open. That’s when trust stepped in. That’s how this season became possible.

This week, a friend said something that stopped me:

“I want to do this with my family…”
Then she paused, corrected herself, and said—
“I am going to do it.”

That’s why I share.
Not to teach a formula.
Not to compare.
But to remind you that the shift from wanting to deciding is where everything changes.

I don’t mind talking about money—just remember the number looks different for every family. Sometimes the bigger wake-up call is realizing how much it costs to fund the life you already have.

Freedom isn’t one number.
It’s alignment.

So if something stirred in you…
If you felt that quiet, “maybe I could, too”…

You don’t need my numbers.
You need your next brave decision. 💛

PS- I’m adding a few photos from the past couple weeks, too—because sometimes the little moments tell the story better than I ever could.

11/21/2025

House feels bigger. Car feels smaller. Hearts feel fuller.

81 days.
42 campgrounds.
35 states.
Almost 10,000 miles.
1 new walker. 1 new reader.
And uncle + grandparent hugs to finish it off in Palm Springs.

Somewhere between campfires and long drives, we finished 6 read-aloud books snuggled together in the RV, watching our kids grow in front of our eyes.

We’ve been home a few days, and already it feels like we stepped out of one world and back into another.

Last night, after a fun day, I was exhausted. Instead of going to bed, I decided the playroom had to be cleaned.
I snapped at my son to help me and told him he couldn’t open a craft box he’d been excited about—one that had never even been opened—because I couldn’t handle one more mess.

Instant regret.
Guilt whispered, “See? You’re failing as a mom.”

Then I found an old card tucked in a pile:

“Find the good in everything.”

We sat down and talked. About overreacting, about forgiveness, about how love doesn’t disappear when we get tired.
That moment didn’t feel perfect—but it brought us closer.

Re-entry hasn’t been perfect either: the car wouldn’t start (thanks, rat), the internet died, and routines feel like puzzles.
But we’re resetting—screen time, chores, rhythm, and ways to protect the togetherness we found on the road.

You don’t need 10,000 miles to step out of autopilot. You can choose one small thing—today—to do differently with the people you love.

I’d do it all over again. And I’m so glad to be home.

✨ What’s one tiny ritual that helps your family feel “home,” no matter where you are?

11/16/2025

Our last big stop before turning toward home: Tombstone, Arizona.

An old western town where stunt shows echo down the street, cigarette smoke curls through the air (more than I’ve seen in years), and deer slip quietly between RV sites at dusk as if they own the place.

We squeezed our rig into a tiny campground spot just a short walk from the historic strip. Tight quarters, but somehow it felt exactly right.

Tombstone is tiny now—less than 1,400 people—but during the silver rush it was bigger than San Francisco. A boomtown turned quiet dot on the map. A reminder that every season—busy or simple—has its own kind of magic, and that change really is the only constant.

With the kids, we kept it super simple: one campground within walking distance, one show a day, a slow stroll through history, and then early bedtime in the RV. That’s been our secret this whole trip: choose one anchor activity and let the rest be margin.

My favorite part? Learning how the town got its name. The founder was warned he’d “meet his tombstone” if he went exploring out here. Instead of backing down, he turned the threat into the name of a whole town. A little reminder: sometimes the words that sound like warnings become the doorway to your next adventure.

Now we’re pointing the RV toward California, traveling farther and faster than we have this whole trip. The whole family agrees: it’s time to go home and find a new rhythm again. And yes… I’m already dreaming up our next spring break or summer escape. 😉

And here’s a little reflection for you:
If you could press pause on regular life for one week with your family, where would you go?

If you feel like sharing, drop it in the comments so we can borrow ideas from each other. 🤍🚐🌵

11/14/2025

New Mexico — the Land of Enchantment — lived up to its name in every way.

From Roswell, where the kids squinted at the sky hoping maybe they'd spot what people swear they saw decades ago…

To Bottomless Lakes State Park, where we took a spontaneous mini-dip because the weather felt like it was giving us a bonus summer day…

To White Sands National Park, where we sled down snow-white dunes that stayed cool to the touch even in the warm sun…

We ended that day cooking eggplant-lentil stew at a tiny campground, the kids fully immersed in playing army, all of us gathered close in that way that only happens when life gets simple.

It hit me — we’re less than 14 hours from home. Gunnar started learning handwriting in New Mexico. And the drive through an unexpected forest in the middle of the desert felt like a metaphor for the entire trip: you think you know the terrain, then suddenly life surprises you with something lush and alive.

Part of me could keep going forever — waking up to new landscapes, saying yes to play, leaning into the slow rhythm that RV life forces in the best way.

And part of me is ready to return home. Both truths exist. Both feel honest.

I look forward to taking a real bath (my little girl and I have said this more than once 😂).

But I also know I’m going to miss how effortless connection feels out here.

I’ll miss our nightly ritual of watching "Little House on the Prarie" or the “Beast Challenge” together, the kids piled around us, the kind of presence that takes intention at home but happens naturally on the road.

There’s something about being away that reminds you of who you are when the noise quiets.

And something about going home that challenges you to carry those discoveries with you, even when life gets loud again.

What’s something you try to remember when real life gets busy again?

11/09/2025

What’s something you wish you knew again that you knew as a kid?

We’ve been on the road for over two months now — four kids, one RV, zero dishwasher.

In the beginning, my husband did all the dishes. I happily let him. But somewhere along the way, I put on my big girl pants and said, “I got this too.”

And this week, as we stayed put for four nights in Northeast Texas — the longest we’ve stayed anywhere — I noticed something new: I actually enjoy it.

The warm water, the rhythm, the satisfaction of seeing an empty sink — there’s a quiet peace in doing something simple with your hands.

It’s funny because pre-kids, when my husband and I lived in a home without a dishwasher, the dishes caused our biggest tension. We’d argue over whose turn it was, both exhausted, both wanting to do anything but scrub plates.

But out here, on the road, I’ve realized — that’s not my version of success. I don’t want to escape the small things. I want to feel them.

Maybe that’s what we knew as kids — when we played “house” and “kitchen” and found joy in pretending to do exactly what we now call chores. Somewhere along the way, we forgot.

I’m remembering again. How about you?

11/01/2025

I used to see Halloween as “the devil’s holiday.”

Now I see it as a night for connection, creativity, and remembering those we love.

A few weeks ago we went big at Jellystone in Massachusetts — like, helicopter candy drop big 🍬🚁.

We even made friends with another camping family and entered our boys in the costume contest as “The Friendly Superheros” 🦸‍♂️😂 because apparently that’s what happens when kids mix creativity with campground politics.

But on actual Halloween, we found ourselves parked at a quiet state park along the Arkansas River — calm, peaceful, and far from the chaos. Only a few campers had candy, so we ended up passing out more than we collected. Honestly, it felt right.

Our crew: two hunters, a Transformer, a tiger, and Sally (me 💀🎀) from The Nightmare Before Christmas.

Dinner came first:
🫐 witches’ eyes (blueberries)
🥒 frog legs (cucumber sticks)
🍓 blood hearts (strawberries)

A spooky little tradition I hope sticks. Public health for the win. 😉

I didn’t grow up celebrating Halloween. Over time, I’ve learned to reframe it — not as a night of gluttony or horror, but as a chance to meet neighbors, get creative, and honor those who’ve passed.

✨ May the traditions that bring blessings stick — and may we always find a little light in the dark.

PS- Bonus points if you can name the house we are in front of in picture 8 and 9. Hint: its in Alabama

10/28/2025

Our cave guide talked about bacon and popcorn… and now that’s all my 6-year-old remembers about Kentucky. 🍿🥓

Back in Maine, I met a 9-year-old who’s been full-time RVing for six years — practically his whole life.

So naturally, I asked him:
“What’s your favorite place you’ve ever been?”

Without missing a beat:
“Mammoth Cave.”

At the time, I had to Google where that even was (Kentucky 😅).
I laughed and said, “Maybe we’ll go there one day.”

My husband swears I got laser-focused after that conversation — but honestly, getting excited about things is just what I do. It’s how I bring joy to the planning and life to the journey.

I never thought we’d actually go on this trip,
but here I am — letting go of the reins —
and somehow, magic happens yet again.

Only plot twist: the government shutdown meant no tours inside Mammoth Cave.

So we headed to Diamond Caverns instead — and it turned out to be perfect.

Our 6-year-old listened wide-eyed as the guide described formations that looked like bacon 🥓 and popcorn 🍿.
Now that’s all he talks about.

Maybe that’s the real lesson — when we loosen control, life fills the gaps with something even better.

Can you spot the belly button formation in photo 5? (Yes, that’s what our guide called it 😂)

10/25/2025

Our home on wheels is rolling again…
and apparently my life lessons are too. 😅

You’d think I’d have mastered the whole flow + surrender thing by now.

Spoiler: I have not. 😂

The moment we pulled out of the mechanic’s lot, the tension crept back in…

I want plans + people + predictability.
My husband wants freedom + sunshine.

Cue the gentle marital tug-of-war. 🥴

And life whispers (again):

“Pay attention. The magic is in the moments you didn’t script."

Like when my daughter grabbed my hand and said, “This is the BEST date ever, Mamma!” on our takeout dash.

Or when my 8-year-old let me carry him the last stretch, silent with a tummy that hurt so badly.

My arms say yes while they still can.

Also yes — I threw an adult-sized tantrum in a gas station parking lot… and had no idea why I was upset. 🙃 I asked my husband if he knew — he didn’t either. We laughed right then and there.

If yoga has taught me anything, it’s this:

It’s not about perfection.
It’s about transitions.
Judging less.
Getting curious more.

So I breathe.
I ask questions.
I soften.

We still don’t know exactly when we’ll make it home to Joshua Tree.
We’re letting weather + whimsy shape the pace.

Meanwhile, our toddler tried to walk out of the camper, rolled down the stairs, and somehow managed to headbutt a bike on the way down. He’s totally fine — our tiniest warrior on the road.🤕✨

May we all have that level of grit.

Life’s best lessons aren’t in the plan. They’re in the giggles, the scrapes, and the tiny arms around your neck.

See you somewhere between here and home. 🫶🌵🚐

Meanwhile, I got to know.

Which one are you on road trips?
🗺️ The planner
🌞 The free spirit
🤣 The baby who wrestles bikes

PS — I got behind the wheel for the first time after we got the RV back. Took one spin around the parking lot and thought, I’m good.

Alex, take the wheel. 😅

10/23/2025

The power steering gave out just after we decided to cut the trip short — almost like life itself had something to say about my need to move, to plan, to steer.

We were only trying to make things easier: one less detour, a shorter drive, a more direct route home. But then came the leak — quick, whirring, impossible to ignore.

So here we are, grounded in Virginia, in a quiet hotel room instead of our little house on wheels. And I can’t help but wonder… maybe this pause isn’t mechanical at all, but spiritual.

Maybe something in me needed to stop leaking energy, control, or worry. Maybe life is asking me to loosen my grip on the wheel — to let the steering go soft and remember what it feels like to be guided.

What if this breakdown isn’t bad timing, but exactly what we needed?
What if we're not being delayed, just redirected?

I keep asking myself:

Where have I been forcing direction instead of going with the flow?

What parts of me are running low and actually just need rest?

What would it mean to let grace take the wheel, even just for this stretch of road?

Maybe the lesson isn’t fixing what’s broken.
Maybe it’s remembering who’s really in control — not the driver, but the divine current beneath it all.

If you need to loosen the reins a little too, try this: put your hands on the steering wheel, your laptop, or even your shoulders — anywhere you feel tension. Take a slow inhale and exhale, and consciously soften your hold. Notice how your body or mind responds.

That’s your first taste of letting go — you don’t have to wait for your car to break down. 🙂

PS — we did get some pool time, and we’re right next to a movie theater. When life throws lemons… just breathe. 🙂

10/21/2025

War shaped this land. Motherhood reshapes how I see it.

A visit to the Gettysburg Battlefield Museum stirred something deep in me.
History has a way of asking hard questions —
Can the means ever truly justify the end?
Can men ever truly die in vain?

As I watched the film, I thought of my boys — their wrestling, their play fights, their jiu-jitsu lessons.
We talk about consent and respect. Stop means stop.

Maybe peace begins there — in how we teach strength with sensitivity.

In how we let our children feel their power and their empathy.

My old professor, a Holocaust survivor, once told me that just as humanity has outgrown practices once seen as normal, so too can we one day outgrow war.

That idea lingers.
And it makes me wonder —

If peace begins at home, what does it look like in your home?

Tonight, we rest in Virginia.
And somehow it feels fitting.
Virginia is for lovers. ❤️

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