Brooke Carlson Wild Earth Healing Arts

09/30/2025

From what I've heard, many are still in the thick of it...

We are living in a time where collective grief rests heavy in the air... Grief for what has been lost, for what is changing, for what feels uncertain. This grief is not held just within the mind, it can live within our bodies, in our breath, in the places we often silence or push aside. Tonight, we gather not to deny it, but to honor it~ to let it move, to let it be expressed, to let it be witnessed in its rawness and truth. Through the rhythm of breath, we create a sacred channel where sorrow can flow, where the weight can lighten. And as we move together through this passage, may we remember that grief, when fully felt, makes room for hope~ the quiet seed within us that knows light returns, love endures, and healing is possible. This is our journey this Thursday: from grief to hope, carried by breath.

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09/30/2025

What frequency are we feeding? 🖤🤍

09/28/2025

Do you know on which day of the week you were born?

Each day of the week carries its own resonance, a subtle signature of planetary energy and archetypal influence. In many traditions, the day of your birth can be felt as a quiet undertone humming through your life.

Does the essence of the day on which you were born resonate with you?

09/26/2025

Knowledge can be beneficial if it is used to stretch the mind, expand possibility, and elicit a sense of curiosity, but knowledge stops being beneficial when it becomes absolute and rigid, boxing us into what we think we know. Knowledge is found in a book, a system, or a teacher, but wisdom is found in wonder, lived experience, and exploration of the unknown.

Seeds for thought... plant them or scatter them to the wind...

09/26/2025

Expectation. Attachment. Grasping at desires, ideas, outcomes, this energy can drain us.

Beneath it hums a subtle fear of lack, a story of separation.

What if we softened our grip? What if we let life breathe between our fingers?

Holding lightly doesn’t mean we stop caring. It means we trust the unfolding, allowing what’s meant for us to land in its own time, in its own way.

Possibility expands in the spaces we leave open.

Seeds for thought... plant them or scatter them to the wind...

09/25/2025

The energy may feel heavy~ somber, serious.

Yet the message I'm receiving is an invitation.

How can we skillfully move across the entire spectrum?

We’ve held the weight, but we were never meant to carry it forever.

What if we chose to dance with the dualities, until something inside loosens… until we feel lighter, freer, more alive?

Seeds for thought... plant them or scatter them to the wind...

09/23/2025

Welcome to Autumn! 🍂 Quantum questions that embrace the changing of the seasons for each sun sign. I'm curious, do yours resonate?

09/19/2025

Let’s chat about taking up space.

The first night of our trip to Door County, we got a late-night call from the kiddos, our 13-year-old senior poodle, Lebowski, wouldn’t stand. They couldn’t get him outside and didn’t know what to do.

The next morning I called the vet, had the kids give him pain meds, and made the decision to head home early. I couldn’t fully enjoy myself with the weight of what was happening at home.

Before we left town, we stopped at Cave Point. I sat on a rock and cried.

I cried for my aging pup, whose health has been slipping, reflecting on the impermanence of physical life.

I cried for the quiet exhaustion I had been feeling from the constant caregiving.

I cried for the disappointment of an early departure from a trip that was supposed to be one of replenishment and reprieve.

In the middle of those tears, my husband gently mentioned that we might be blocking a path people wanted to use. Without thinking, I snapped “I don’t care. They can find another way.”

It wasn’t graceful, but it was real.

I spend so much of my life making room for others, softening edges, anticipating needs. In that moment, I needed the world to work around me.

I needed the rock. I needed the cry. I needed to take up space, without apology.

Sometimes claiming our space isn’t pretty.

Sometimes it sounds like a sharp word or a firm boundary.

Sometimes it’s simply staying put while others figure out a different path.

This is your reminder (and mine) that it’s okay to be the one who takes up the rock, who cries in public, who needs the path for a while. Let the world go around you.

We deserve to take up space.

09/15/2025

While combing the beach, I found a little heart-shaped rock. Delighted, i picked it up and admired it. In my frequency of deight, I found another, and another, and another. I spent an hour finding heart rocks, because that's what I was looking for, because that's what I was expecting to find. At one point, I found myself saying "oh, that one's a stretch" but i quickly flipped the script because there is nothing wrong with stretching to see what brings us joy. We can call this the law of attraction in action, like attracts like, where your attention goes, energy flows but this was a true example of getting more of what you expect. If you expect to find hearts, love, abundance, kindness, you'll receive more of the like. The true question is, what are we expecting to see?

Seeds for thought... plant them or scatter them to the wind...

09/11/2025

I just finished creating this impromptu breath journey for tonight. I'm here if you need me.

We are living in a time where collective grief rests heavy in the air... Grief for what has been lost, for what is changing, for what feels uncertain. This grief is not held just within the mind, it can live within our bodies, in our breath, in the places we often silence or push aside. Tonight, we gather not to deny it, but to honor it~ to let it move, to let it be expressed, to let it be witnessed in its rawness and truth. Through the rhythm of breath, we create a sacred channel where sorrow can flow, where the weight can lighten. And as we move together through this passage, may we remember that grief, when fully felt, makes room for hope~ the quiet seed within us that knows light returns, love endures, and healing is possible. This is our journey tonight: from grief to hope, carried by breath.

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09/11/2025

09/10/2025

I get it.
Sometimes it feels easier to have someone else 'tell you the answers'...
Sometimes the burden of self-responsibility feels too heavy to bear...
But, you are more powerful than you know
if you would only allow yourself to show you the way.

Seeds for thought... plant them or scatter them to the wind...