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Release the Worms!

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Lessons Through Joy ~ Chapter 2

by Emy Minzel

Ready or not here we come!!! Neither of us had never been to the Boundary Waters before. We had no idea what we were getting into. Folks from all over the world come to experience the
grand vastness and purity of our dwindling truly wild wilderness. No cell
signals, no electricity, you carry everything you need on your back and the
canoe too. It offers time and silence I need to get back to the simplicity our
lives are supposed to contain. Over the years it has been a vital necessity for
me to take this time to connect with myself and the earth I appreciate so
greatly.

Before leaving we had scoured the Outfitters website for a list of items to bring and added our own necessities like blow up tubes for floating. At the time we were both excited
to do some fishing in the BWCA. The fish “Up North” are legendarily big and
plentiful. This would be a first for both of us to have to “clean” or filet
own catch. We are both no fuss kind of women who do what needs to be done, even
the hard stuff. I love that about us. We make a great team. We both love
nature, water, and canoeing. We knew we were going to love this!

Our first fishing trip was a success. We reeled them in and released a few. We
didn’t want to take more than we needed for dinner. Both looking to each other
for guidance when we pulled the basket out of the water. After a few failed
attempts to put the fish out of its misery, our hearts deflated a bit. We
decided to let them suffocate on the boulder before cleaning them. Both of us
felt remorseful about what we put the fish through. Yet we were depending on
fish for our food and hunger was prompting us to get through it.

 I will not lie. The fish was delicious. However, this experience of taking a life had gotten to us both. The spirit inside of me felt sad for the fish and maybe even disappointed in myself. Neither of us said anything to each other while we continued to catch and eat fish that year.
Next year we vowed to find a better way to ‘release its spirit’ before we ate it.
At the time it felt empowering to be able to feed myself from the wild in this
way. The men in my life always took care of “gross” things like that.

Yet, when I took the time to contemplate it deeper. I realized there should be nothing ‘gross’ about it at all. It was a transformational experience realizing what it felt like to take an animal’s life and respect its sacrifice. I know it would serve humanity to acknowledge and appreciate the folks who do the work of getting us food from the farm and water to our tables.

I began to honor the hardworking folks and sentient animals who give me the energy needed to live. It was clear to me that I was too far removed from the food I ate. I was part of an ignorant bliss trend in humanity, blind to where my food comes from, how it’s treated, and how it’s processed… I saw I was a piece of capitalism contributing to tragic and detrimental factor in the environment and unethical treatment of animals. I was beginning to see that looking the other way is part of the human behavior damaging the planet and all who reside on it. I had never taken the time to contemplate or acknowledge it until this BWCA experience.

Continuing to the 2nd trip the next year into the BWCA. We brought our fishing
poles, worms and leaches. Try as we may, there were no fish! What the heck?! No bites at all. No matter where we decide to try our luck, not even a nibble. It wasn’t a big deal; we had packed enough food to keep us satisfied without the fish this trip. We were fishing just to pass
time.

One morning we both were on separate ends of our very large camping site with
hundreds of feet between our fishing spots. The spot was a peninsula of boreal
forest beauty. We were doing our best to enjoy the blue sky and warm day when
Stacy walked over to me and asked. “Are you having any luck?”

As I reeled my line in. Seeing the lifeless worm hanging from my hook. I looked at her and said “Nope. Nothing.”

I turned to Stacy and confessed. “I am having a really hard time with what I am
doing to this worm… I am torturing it. Stabbing it with a hook then repeatedly drowning
it until if finally gives up and dies.”

My sensitive heart was empathizing with the experience of this living being. A
creature of nature. Even though it is a creepy creature, I know it has purpose.

She looked at me compassionately and agreed. Then she asked. “Do you want to free the worms?”

I thought about it for a second and answered. “Yes! Yes. I do! I don’t think I
can fish with live bait anymore.” I also felt relieved to be met with empathy
and understanding from my friend. Joy and relief replaced guilt. 

She told me while over on her side of the campsite, she was feeling the same thing.
This happens often with us. Seemingly energetically in sync even when far apart.
It’s the magical workings of the same soul connection that brought us together.

We pulled the white Styrofoam container with the remaining worms out of the cooler
then headed into the woods. We found a nice spot that looked like it had
healthy soil, dug a hole for them and released the worms. It felt so right! It
was my soul acknowledging even the weirdest of creatures has feelings, and
awareness.

I believe all animals are sentient. They absolutely know when it’s
in pain and when death is their destiny. Honoring that knowledge has helped me
become a gentler person. We thanked the worms for the life lesson and said a
prayer for them to live long, happy worm lives.

On this BWCA excursion we decided to only use lures, or faux bait. I still liked the idea of fishing, being on the water in the sun. It gave me pleasant childhood memories of my Uncle Bob who is no longer with me. So, we were loaded up with a bunch of cool little lures and our fish basket. Carrying knowledge learned from last year we had collapsible poles which were far easier to pack and carry. Who knew that was even a thing? Many folks of course! We were catching on one trip at a time. You know what happened after all that planning? We didn’t put a line in the water even once. 

I realized that I was honoring my feelings and didn’t feel right to take a
life. I packed most of the food for our 5-day forest adventure. By this year, Stacy had chosen a pescetarian diet which is mostly vegetarian with sprinkling of fish and eggs. I support her decisions, and she supports mine. We had an abundance of fresh organic veggies, rice, quinoa, beans, and nuts for protein. We both love to cook, and I made sure we had all the ingredients we needed. I realized. Why take something if it’s not needed? We already had plenty.

At the time I was a midwestern woman, raised on meat and potatoes. A Minnesota Tator
tot hotdish making Queen. I appreciate that Stacy is nonjudgemental of other people’s food
choices. However, by just being her, she has raised awareness in me. It made me ask myself. “Do I want to keep eating meat?”

I was completely satisfied with the vegetarian diet we ate while camping with Stacy.
Never feeling deprived or hungry. I told Stacy. “I think I will stop eating so much meat.”

Stacy just smiled and said “You get to make the rules for your life! Do what you feel
is best for you.”

I suppose she has already been through these feelings and this journey. This transition
usually doesn’t happen overnight. I recognize that people stop eating meat for
their own personal beliefs and they are not the same as another’s decision. In the end what others eat is none of my business. I must do what feels right for me, my body, and my spirit.

This experience led to research on where and how mass meat production happens. There are so many great informative documentaries about our food. This knowledge has altered my
appetite and made me a more conscious consumer. I must honor that for the sake
of my animal loving heart. I have tried to be vegetarian, but my body did not agree with my choices. Now I add more veggies and grains and skip the meat several times a week.

I do my best to ensure it is animal products are free range and humanely treated. I choose to support small family farmers, shop the Farmers Market and co-ops when possible. By doing this, I also get to vote with my dollars. I realized change is all about choices. I get to make choices all day every day. I allowed myself to change my minds and habits as I learned more and allowed myself room for growth. I do not judge others and I am not trying to convert anyone either. This is just one of the seeds planted in the BWCA long ago that have sprouted since. 

My opinions and perceptions of life, living sentient beings, spiritual signs, emotional
maturity, and personal growth. We have both changed dramatically since those early years
when we first naively embarked into the BWCA. We had no idea how profoundly these
adventures would contribute to the soulful alignment of our daily lives in
years to come. The story that follows is one of my favorite examples. 

The very last time I went fishing was when I was running for the State House of Representative. I was on a mission to learn about tensions relating to my local and famous
Mille Lacs Lake in central Minnesota. I was invited by the Band of Ojibwe on a boat and
fishing tour. Where we discussed environmental, and racial political issues dividing our community.

During this trip, I was accompanied by the Mille Lacs Band of Ojibwe Natural Resources
Director and the independent Scientist they hired to do research. The Band was
helping and collaborating with the State of Minnesota DNR in hopes of finding
solutions. There were four of us on the boat including my campaign manager Jake,
who is an ecologist.

I brought my own fake lures to use while fishing. Out of curiosity they questioned why.
Using my story about the BWCA trip and the worms to explain my decisions. That I
no longer ‘release the spirits’ of worms, spiders, or bugs as I see them as a
necessary component of nature.  Not one of them gave me guff about this decision. Even after I didn’t catch a darn thing on the lake known for its abundance.

It was if Spirit knew, I didn’t need to. Just being on the water, learning from experts
on how I could support my community and environment if elected was enough. The whole day was an amazing experience I will never forget. All the while realizing that without a doubt; I would have never been on that boat, with those experts, or a congressional candidate. If I had I not stepped foot into the BWCA five years before. This was a life lesson learned through joy!

Fishing on Lake Mille Lacs 2018

The lessons the fish and worms have taught me were to honor my feelings. If it feels bad, don’t do it. The worms were a sudden and final decision to not use live bait.  I still have a great time being on the water with my friends or by myself, and there is no longer a need to fish. I learned to trust my inner guidance and be brave enough to do what feels right for me. Even if it means allowing my voice to shake and tears to flow while doing so. This happened often while campaigning. 

If it had not been for the empowering adventures in the Boundary Waters. I would not have had all of these world expanding experiences. I’ve learned that I am capable
and brave enough to roll with the waves of transformation on my life path. I have the free will to change my mind and my actions. I know deep down; we all do the best we can in the time and space we are given. It’s okay to be human. That’s how we learn and hopefully grow.  

As the wise Maya Angelou said. “Do the best you can until you know better. Then when
you know better. Do better.”

With much love,

Emy Minzel

Heart Centered, Nature Lover, Writer, Advocate,
Adventurer, Yogi, and so much more…

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***Public Service Announcement***

We have since learned that worms are an invasive species and should never be released other than where they are found. I feel terrible that I did not know this at the time! I feel it is important to share the wisdom of our blunder. As we certainly would have made a different choice in where we released these worms. Like they say.

“You don’t know, what you don’t know. Until you know.”

Much like learning about washing your boat or canoe off before launching into a different body of water to prevent the spread of invasive weeds or mussels.

Now we know.

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Making the Ask

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Lessons Through Joy –

by Emy Minzel

The intention of this book called “Lessons Through Joy!” is to share how adventuring out into the wild wilderness of the Boundary Waters Canoe Area has transformed The Adventure Sisters profoundly. The Adventure Sisters consist of two middle aged women. My dear friend Stacy Crep and I.

Together we created BWCAdventureSisters/Facebook page. We created our blogs and began writing this book Lessons Through Joy! then proceeded to craft two other books immediately following. We are posting chapters from Lessons Through Joy! to inspire other women to expand out of the comfort zone into personal growth and joyful living.

The time we spent in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness has contributed to the expansion of all the important areas in life. In my confidence, my career, my relationships, spiritual growth, personal development, even my Dharma/life purpose. It is my hope that sharing our escapades in “Lessons through Joy!”  and how they have transformed us, will motivate others to connect to the environment. And hopefully grow National support in the campaign to #SavetheBoundaryWaters.org

My name is Emy Minzel. I am a 47-year-old woman that feels much younger at heart. I have one daughter who is 30. Yep, go ahead and do the math… we are good with it! I would not change a thing. She is my best friend and an amazing human who I am very proud to know. Jason and I have been married for 16 years. We have one dog Hank and two cats, Beatrix Basi, and Sage.

I am an only child. Raised as a free range, latch key kid on the Iron Range of northern Minnesota by a single mother. My mother worked a lot to make sure we had what we needed. She let me follow my instincts and try different extracurricular activities. Now I realize how growing up with so much freedom made me who I am and gave me many skills I still rely on today. I am committed to practicing my best aptitudes in service to the greater good. While bravely allowing myself freedom and vulnerability to gain personal growth and wisdom through diverse experiences.  

I am in love with nature. This may sound weird to you. But I believe love is just a word unless you use it as a verb. Love is an act. Love means you apply action towards expressing that feeling. I consider myself an environmentalist; therefor I am very interested in politics. In 2018 I ran as a Candidate for the Minnesota State Representative. Then in 2022 I ran for Minnesota State Senate seat in my district.

My political effort was spurred on by the proposed permits to allow dangerous copper/sulfide mining. I simply can’t fathom how MN Legislators would even consider allowing mining practice known to cause disastrous pollution in the sacred Boundary Waters Canoe Area. 

These mines exist all over the world and have a 100% failure record of devastating contamination of the regions where they exist. Polluting water with forever chemicals, that are impossible to clean up and last for over 500 years. Thus, causing taxpayers billions of dollars as they will be left with the Super Fund Site cleanup bill after the mining company inevitably declares bankruptcy.

It is my love of water and wilderness of northern Minnesota that inspired me to alter my life path. I am determined to do what I can to protect what I love. What’s left of Minnesota’s clean water, and the undervalued beautiful gem of my home state, the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness.

Before my political runs, I was blessed to work from home as a Massage Therapist. Stacy, my Adventure Sister and I, were writing manuscripts together doing our best to manifest publishing a Best-Selling book series. We have written three books together like the one you are reading now. It’s unconventional, with two authors sharing two perspectives.

We think it is appropriate to share how being different from each other is a blessing. The journeys we’ve shared inspired the desire to encourage others to find the resolution to pursue their own adventures. These quests have allowed us both to level up greatly in our lives and we want that for you too.

Of course, I have several other interests that make me who I am. am the kind of girl who nurtures my family, pets and plants, likes to cook, garden and care for my community, and run chainsaw. I love to work with my hands, hiking with my dog, and doing anything in or on the water. The kind of girl who sings gratitude to the water while floating in it or on it, intentionally meditating to send love to the world. Filling my cup with soul food by Volunteering as a Board Member of the Sherburne National Wildlife Refuge in my community. Which gives me the gift of being inspired by good hearted, talented folks, while spending time with outstanding people I admire.

Stacy once told me I am intimidating and that I have big energy. I figure I am only 4’11 ½ “how intimidating can I be?! I would prefer to say I am passionate. Unafraid to give you my opinion in a respectful manner. This is who I am now. Not who I was a decade ago. I was not a joiner, and I was a homebody.

Over a decade ago, before we took our first adventure into the BWCA. I would have just finished Massage Therapy certification program, rented a space in town. Focused on getting clients and aiming for success. Yet, I began to feel there was something missing in my life. Something I couldn’t put my finger on. Feeling restless I had decided to seek spiritual meaning in life.

This is where our story of transformation begins. As divine intervention and divine timing will do. I met my Adventure Sister Stacy at a Stepping into the Metaphysical Energy class. It was taught by Bobby Sullivan in St. Cloud MN, at a store called Mind, Body, Spirit.  Her contributions to the class were insightful, and we came to learn that we both had just completed a Reiki Energy Healing course at the time. We exchanged phone numbers to “trade” energy work and practice. I took her card, left, then promptly forgot her name. To be honest, at that point in my life I was so introverted that I would not have called her to exchange Reiki.

Thank goodness she called me! Stacy was very pleasant in the class which felt safe for me to agree that we meet at my office. When she arrived for our trades, we didn’t really talk too much, just your niceties of acquaintances meeting for the second time, and we got straight to work. There were no words spoken during our first Reiki Energy Healing exchange. Yet, I felt a big energy shifting inside me.

By the end of this session, we both felt as if we were connected in a past life. As if we were sisters in a different lifetime.  We had just met… I was not “woke” by any means. Yet there was no denying we both felt a soul family connection to a woman we just met.

Thankfully Stacy only lived a town away from me at the time. We started trading Reiki often; we both looked forward to seeing each other. Learning little bits and pieces about our lives, and we started looking for more metaphysical classes to take together. Stacy felt like the safe, slightly older sister I never had. It was a bonus that she always picked me up and drove me around! At that time in life, it was very hard to get me out of the house.

We found great classes and events like a book study for the Bhagavad Gita class with Jaja Myra. Whom hosted Homa Fire Ceremonies honoring Ganesha the Indian Elephant headed God known for removing obstacles and Lakshmi the Indian Goddess of Beauty and Success. These ceremonies were powerful movers of energy that helped me expand my mind and spirit.

We would go to Shamanic drumming circles, learning more about shamanism. Attending several events where there were all sorts of new age spiritual modalities to try. It was clear these metaphysical practices were helping me become more aware. Aware of who I really was inside and asking myself. “Why was I hiding from the world?”

About a year later, I was still a homebody surfing the web when Groupon came across my email. It was 3-night, 4-day canoe adventure through Voyager North Outfitters in Ely, MN. I am originally from northern Minnesota. My great-great grandfather immigrated from Germany just before Hitler’s reign and settled in the densely forested land near the Vermillion River. The old farmhouse he built with his hands is still standing. We call it “the farm” and serves as a shared sanctuary and getaway for our family today. Since I am familiar with the beauty of the Boreal Forest in Northern Minnesota. This Groupon adventure called to me.

I thought of Stacy immediately. Probably because she was one of the only friends who would even consider doing something so outdoorsy. On a hunch, I forwarded her the email. Curious and hopeful of her response. I knew I couldn’t afford to go at the time, I believe it was just after Christmas and we were not financially able. It was just after the 2008 recession, and I was struggling with the demands of a new business.

Before I knew it, she emailed me and said, “I hope you are ok with it, I just purchased two of these for us!” She offered to “trade” with me for the purchase price. I felt it was a very fair trade so YES… I was okay with it! We were both excited. We didn’t know it then, but this is the adventure that would change our lives.

This Lesson Through Joy taught me humility and to ask for what you want. Since this lesson 14 years ago. I have lived this philosophy not just preached it. If I want something, I say so. No more hiding in my house or waiting for permission. This one vulnerable ‘ask’ literally changed my life. It helped me grow confidence to self-promote while building a business.

“Making the ask” is a skill I didn’t possess before then. Being brave enough to be vulnerable humbled me then brought me connections to many exceptional people since. It eventually grew to the ability to knock on doors and ask my community for donations and volunteers while campaigning for a position in congress and so much more.

Just last month, I learned of an artist work week retreat opportunity through the Oberholtzer Foundation. In northern Minnesota on the protected Mallard Island. The applications for this retreat were due last November. Since I had just learned about it two months prior to the retreat date. My intuition said. “Just try!” So, I did.

Two weeks later, I got an email saying that a spot had opened. They said I was welcome to go if I was available. The joy I felt while reading that acceptance email was enough to make me cry happy tears. As it happens, I just returned from that trip, July 21st, 2024. It ended up being one of the best experiences of my life!

These simple exercises of going out of my comfort zones. Being vulnerable and humble enough to ask for what I want. Really has opened more doors than I ever could have imagined. My advice is to voice your desires into the Universe and anyone who will listen.

It has become one of my favorite pieces of advice to share with others. “The answer is always no, if you don’t ask!”

With much love,

Emy Minzel

Heart Centered, Nature Lover, Writer, Advocate, Adventurer, Yogi, and so much more…

EmyMinzel.com

StacyCrep.com

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Boundary Waters Solo Adventure Day 3

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Last night was rough, I woke up wanting to go home, like right now. During the late-night, I had a tummy ache and needed to climb the hill with a flashlight, not once but three times! Ugh! I was doing my best to be brave while making a lot of noise at 1 am in a dark forest alone.

Listen I like to rough it, I don’t mind getting dirty, fighting dangerous waves, caring heavy loads or even sitting out a thunderstorm in a tent. Turns out that this girl draws the line at tummy tribulations in the Boundary Waters! I know I am not alone here.

I was feeling better when I got up at 6 am with the dawn, even though the skies were clear the sun did not peek over the treetops until around 8:00. As I sat drinking coffee, soaking in the scenery and contemplating if I was going to stay the one more day as intended or pack it all up. It was hard to decide.

Slim Lake sunrise
Emy in contemplation
Ride back home
Slim Lake Entry/Exit Point

The weather was warming up, and the sunshine was trying to talk me into staying. I wanted to stay, and I wanted to go home too. The weather was not going to be warm enough to swim for very long. Which was a bummer because that’s one of the reasons I go up the Boundary Waters to get some very needed hydrotherapy.

About an hour later, while I was cooking breakfast two canoes full of a family with mom and dad and three children family paddled by. They inquired if I was leaving today and I told them I was thinking about it. The other campers at the campsite they passed to get to me told them they were going later as well.

I felt terrible that they didn’t have a campsite free, and I think they were also bummed to have to paddle all the way to the other end of the lake to see if possibly the last of the three campsites on the lake would be open. If not, they would have to wait it out while we packed up.

As they paddled by me again, I felt the urge to tell them I would be packed up by noon. Giving the family at least some hope of getting settled soon if they could not find another open site. Had they not paddled by would I have stayed? I don’t know. Maybe I used their search as an excuse as I convinced myself I was being kind by making sure that family had a place to sleep tonight. Or perhaps I really had been there for long enough?

I certainly proved to myself what I knew I was capable of all along. What else did I need to prove? Going into the Boundary Waters alone was something I did for me. I needed to push myself in a way that was not connected to others needs. I needed to level up my courage and confidence for my personal development to prove to me that I can do the same in other aspects of my life.

The Boundary Waters is a holy place, you may think you come for the beauty of it and to get away from it all. What you don’t anticipate is how it changes you so profoundly in just the short time you are there. Having the time to be alone with only your thoughts and allowing the tranquility to seep into your soul that enables you to listen to your own inner knowing is powerful stuff.

The solo excursion I embarked on this year is no different. I knew inside that it was okay to leave because I had gotten what I came for. I had reconnected with myself and allowed the spirit of nature to reconnect with me. That morning I realized I could stay, but I wanted to go home.

As an only child of a single mother, I have always been fond of my alone time. I get cranky without it. Yet while out in the wilderness, I did not feel afraid or lonely, I did think that something was missing. I missed my husband and my dog, and this just confirmed that even though I don’t mind being alone, my life is much more enjoyable sharing it with those that I love. I learned that I must work at bettering myself without help, but it sure is nice to have support on the sidelines of life.

As the family paddled away to leave me to pack up in peace, I did just that. I did not rush myself. I did my best to enjoy the end of my journey. Even taking the time to put my swimsuit on and get into the lake one last time. The water was warmer than the air temp, so it was steaming as it was chilly only 59 degrees.

I did not allow the weather to detour me from getting the swim in I needed. I am Minnesota tough dontchyaknow and did not flinch as I made my way down into the water via the boulder shore. Where I could fully submerge allowing the healing stillness of the big water to wash away all that I did not need to bring back home with me. That last swim felt great and gave me the emotional boost I needed to get going.

After all, my gear was packed and loaded into the canoe. I sent a prayer of gratitude up once again. “Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!” This experience had all the emotions and tests that I needed and came for. The Boundary Waters Wilderness never lets me down and always centers me to a much calmer space deep within. I am beyond grateful and blessed for this experience once again.

The wind was picking up, but this time the waves on Slim Lake carried me back to the bay. I took my time enjoying one last paddle soaking in all the scenery and the musical harmony of nature I could possibly absorb. As I pulled into the entry point, I was a little melancholy not wanting this healing time to end, yet also happy to be on my way to home sweet home.

Thank you, Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness. Thank you for all the lesson’s past, present and future you continue to bless me with. Until next time my friend, you still hold a part of me.

Sending joy and blessings to you,

Love, Emy Minzel ~ Adventure Sister

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Who’s in your soul tribe?

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Isn’t it wonderful when you find the others that make up your soul tribe? These are the people who stay by your side no matter what. These devoted souls are rare and irreplaceable, but in my experience, we don’t really know who they are until we grow up and get older. The length of time and experiences shared, help to prove the bond and loyalty of your relationship. Some of us are lucky and have wonderful relationships with our parents and family, these are usually the first folks to fit the description of dependability.

My Auntie Max told me when I was very young. “In life, you will be lucky if you have 5 friends who you can count on.” she said as she held up her hand. “And most people never are lucky enough to have that many.” The older I get, the more I think it is true. Not everyone, who is your friend, is going to fit the description of completely loyal and dependable. But when we find them, it’s up to us to return the trust and devotion to keep that relationship strong.

I met my best friend in middle school, she is one of the people I can count on. My mom got married when I was thirteen and we moved from northern Minnesota to a Twin Cities suburb the year I was in 7th grade. I started my new school, the first day back from Christmas vacation, smack dab in the middle of the year. I walked into art class as the new kid and I was unsure where I should sit. As I stood there, scoping out the possibilities, I heard; “Hey! Hey new girl! Come sit over here.” My heart swelled with gratitude at the kindness this blue-eyed girl had shown by inviting me to their table.

That girl, who welcomed me with kindness, had also been new to the school at the beginning of that same year. She knew what it felt like to be the new kid and not know anybody so, she offered me her alliance. I asked her name. Meagan was twelve with puffy bangs, spunky and super funny. Little did I know that meeting her that day in the seventh grade was truly a blessing from the Higher Powers. Meagan and I have been best friends going on thirty years now. I consider her my soul sister and part of our family.

We have gone through all sorts of life experiences together; and for it have a wonderful bond that neither of us would ever want to be without. We looked out for each other and we had a blast growing up together. When I became pregnant in high school, Meagan always stood by me. She was my personal cheerleader and helped me get through some very emotional times. After I had my daughter, we lived very different lives and drifted apart for a bit. But, no matter how different our lives looked, Meagan was always there if I needed her.

I knew she was just a phone call and short drive away. She was a teenager with wheels; while I was perfectly content to stay home and do the mommy thing with my beautiful baby. She still would swing by to visit my daughter and I, before she went out at night. She still knows how to make me laugh when I am down. Even though our paths differed a bit, we didn’t let our varying lives change our friendship. Meagan and I know that we are there for each other no matter what. What a blessing to have such a faithful friend!

As we grow older, it becomes easier to pick out the qualities of people who are loyal friends. I like to give others the benefit of the doubt and trust they are who they say they are. I let their actions speak to their reliability. When you can’t physically be there, I’ve learned it is still important to check in and show you care.

During the ups and downs of life, the people you lean on varies with different situations. That’s why it’s important to me to be part of a kind and caring community of friends and family. I am also fortunate to have a family full of allies. When we are lucky enough to find those that show up when life gets real, it’s important to let them know how much you appreciate it. I just thought I’d share this reminder to value those irreplaceable people in our lives. And give thanks to the higher power for sending their support your way.

*Photo taken at our friends wedding reception with other great friends from high school. I have my best friend in a playful squeeze because I just love her so darn much! 😜

Thanks for reading my blog today.

With love,

Emy Minzel ~ Adventure Sister

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Summer of Hope

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There are about seven weeks left in the Campaign season and I am feeling conflicted. Half of me is ready for some rest. While the other half will really miss the excitement and energy Candidacy has brought to my life. This summer was a much different type of adventure then I was expecting or planning for.

When January 2018 rolled in, I was planning my BWCA trip and all the summery things I wanted to do and making sure they went on the calendar. Three months later I threw my hat into the political ring and it all was put on hold, so I could direct my time and energy to the State House of Representatives Campaign adventure!

I believe to be called “adventure” there must be a great deal of excitement, fun, and just a hint of uncertainty (or fear) to round out the experience so that it helps you feel fully alive. I believe the campaign trail has been full of these characteristics for me. The uncertainty of not knowing what I was getting into (because I have never run before) was very scary at times.

Still, I allowed myself to follow my heart and not be detoured by fear.  Even though there were times I was fearful, I was also certain this divinely guided civic escapade, was exactly what I was supposed to be doing this summer.

Once I had dedicated myself to this political path, I started to experience the excitement that others brought to the campaign trail. The friends and supporters I have met; have made this summer adventure a whole lot of fun! The people on my campaign team have turned into friends I adore. Other DFL Candidates I have met, my supporters and mentors, have made this unpredictable race that much more fun and interesting.

I have had the opportunity, for a great educational experience, by being deeply immersed in the social studies of District 15A. I have enjoyed learning from the genuine and kind people I met door knocking. I am thankful for other leaders in my community reaching out to share their knowledge with me. I am thankful for regular folks sharing their sometimes-painful stories with me. They express their hope that I can help once elected.

I am humbled when others feel comfortable enough with me to discuss private issues that they may be facing or concerned about. They are reaching out knowing I truly wish to do what I can help them in some way. I am thankful for friends and supporters who ask me questions and offer their genuine opinions as well. My heart swells with the pride knowing that I am doing my best to bring hope and light to my community.

This spring when I decided to run, I was scared. Six months later, now at the end of the summer, I have experienced a whole mess of emotions since. From fearful and uncertain in March to September, where I have settled into the feelings of empowerment and fearlessness. I am going to give it all I’ve got!

I will do my best, to be my best, every day! I will live with my heart on my sleeve because that’s where I like to keep it. I won’t be ashamed about wearing it there either, because that’s me! I have decided I will be authentically me, so I can be the best me I can be.

I had once called this year a ‘bummer summer’ because I didn’t get to escape to the wilderness or take the vacation I had originally planned. (I know. I know. Boo Hoo… spoiled girl problems hey?) Once, those words came out of my mouth, I knew immediately that was so WRONG! This summer has been nothing but absolutely amazing! I will never, ever have this first-time candidate experience again! I must enjoy the now.

I was able to make such a bunch of wonderful friends that it felt, very much like finding my soul tribe, when I jumped on this political path. Finding people who care about the world around them like I do, was an epiphany. I saw that they saw me as hope.

They wanted me to be the walking, talking hope and guiding light of positive change. They want me to be the person who works hard as their District Representative to make their lives and community better. Even though there’s a great deal of work and sacrifice, it has also been a heart-opening experience and so darn exciting in many ways.

This summer taught me I really want to give my community someone to believe in too.

This summer has taught me that I am the person capable of offering hope that I wanted to believe in all along.

This summer has asked me to step up and own that I am the one that I have been waiting for!

This summer has been empowering and very full of hope!

I would not change these experiences or lessons that have changed my feelings about myself and my original plan for the year. I am so open and trusting of this path, I know that I have already won.

This summer’s Lesson’s through Joy, have me hanging on to hope.

Did this summer offer you any life lessons?! I would love to hear them!

 

Wishing you an abundance of joyful blessings,

Emy Minzel ~ Adventure Sister

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