A Postcard from Mendocino Headlands…
After a rocky start in January, which kicked off with LA’s Wildfires, I knew my nervous system needed a deeper rest. When we aren’t settled, there is no way to hold space for loved ones who need it. Honestly, this whole event threw me off kilter in a way I had never experienced in 38 years of life. It was a completely different energy than the many births and deaths I’ve experienced in the past few years. I felt grateful that future me had booked a treehouse on the coast in Mendocino back last November. I am very thankful for her forethought and constant attention to my self-care.
Mendocino has a way of making everything feel lighter. The wind untangles my thoughts, the waves smooth out the rough edges, and that salty air is deep medicine for my soul. Time moves differently here—slower, softer, just right.
With every crashing wave and golden sunset, I am constantly reminded to let go. No rush, no worries—just the ocean, the sky, and the kind of peace that sticks with you long after you leave.
Elk Forest Retreat
