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Finding Home

emyminzel

This essay of finding home, was written for a live reading at my friend Susan’s art studio in Minneapolis. Where women gathered to read their personal experiences of finding home. Susan invited us to share our stories at the yearly Art Districts Art-a-Whirl community event in studio #501. I am thankful for the experience and the opportunity. Not only for sharing my story, but for the chance to answer such a profoundly personal question I had not truly explored until now. Miigwech, to all the women who hold space, share their experience and love with me on my writing journey.  

Finding home.

By Emy Minzel

When Susan invited me to share about finding home… I thought back to my childhood.

I grew up a free-range latchkey kid in Virginia Minnesota.  Which was quite fun! It was also how I learned to love adventure!

I am thankful for the skills I learned back then… many of which, I still use today.

I remember the feeling so free! The world out there was waiting for me to explore it and nobody to tell me I couldn’t! So, that’s what I did.

I would ride my bike all over town, making friends in every direction. Often, I’d get to stay with my grandparents up north in Cook. Where I would wander fearlessly into the forest. Gazing at the clouds, following birds, making friends with the trees. Talking to forest animals and fairies.

Even as a little girl I’ve felt most comfortable outside in nature.

I remember floating in Lake Vermillion looking up in the cloudless blue sky. The sun shining in my eyes and reflecting like diamonds on the surface around me.

The sounds of laughter and people playing at the beach echoed in my water filled my ears. While I was being held up by my grandmother’s arms as she patiently taught me how to back float.

I trusted my grandma Emy more than anyone in the world. I was safe. I was home.

Still so young and innocent I was able to tune into the divine source all around me. My body naturally learned it needed this connection to Mother Nature.

This is where my love of water and nature began.

To this day I recognize that the little girl is still inside. When I catch myself gazing out the window on a nice day. You can trust my thoughts are conspiring to see if there is any way to get outside or into the water.

My spirit still yearns for the freedom of that free-range kid.

To feed the need to run outside and soak up the nourishing minerals of the water and vitamins from the sunshine.

My body still loves to float. It feels like being rocked in a soothing rhythm of a warm womb. The water effortlessly cradles me securely and feeding me love. As if I am plugging into the umbilical cord of the Divine Mother’s feminine embrace.

When I am reconnected to the natural world. My mind, body and spirit feel supported, nourished, cherished.

In these moments I can release my worries.

My spirit releases long sighs of solace.

I am safe.

I am home.

As I grew up my life and home changed. We moved away from my grandma and the familiar small town and water of Lake Vermillion.

Now older and more independent, I found Silver Lake, much smaller and not nearly as grand as Vermillion. Often frozen and covered in snow as it goes in Northern Minnesota.

Yet on sunny winter days someone’s dad or the older kids would shovel the thick layer of snow to reveal a gleaming ice rink. Where I would play on the ice for hours with my friends.

When I was tired, I’d sit on a snowbank gobbling up handfuls of ornate snowflakes for hydration. Appreciating the mosaic beauty glimmering in the ice foundation beneath my skates.

I still got to be on the water. Helping my body still feel connected to nature.

Home continued to evolve as the seasons and cycles of time ensured. I moved even further away.  Which kept me from the water and my grandma for many years.

The demands of adulting had separated the bond I once felt to nature and my Gram.

For many years I felt out of place in the houses and towns in which I lived. They looked and felt heavy as the concrete landscapes.

Emotionally and spiritually, they weighed about the same. Too busy to rest, too loud to listen, too removed to remember.

Eventually I was unable to relate to my own inner knowing. The part of me that knows better. This disconnection made life feel much harder.

Quick showers and environmental toxins of city life started to soak in. Changing the chemistry of my mind and my energy.

I had forgotten the feeling of being nurtured by nature. As I fed my spirit a steady diet of harder hustle and denial.

I was an adult, doing the adulting things. This is what I was supposed to be doing right?

Plugging my ears to my intuition, the life lessons got louder and way more uncomfortable.

Disassociating from the feeling of being lost. I felt like I was just faking it through life.

Like the chlorinated tap water coming from my faucet stripped of all the minerals and lifeless. The lifestyle I was living was like the tap water I was drinking. Neither deep enough to float in, nor healthy enough to nourish my mind, body or spirit.

Eventually giving up to a numb acceptance that dimmed my spirit. I felt destined to accept the slow dehydration of all that I once loved about myself and my life. Pushing through the persistent aching feeling as if I was drowning on dry land.

Though you wouldn’t know it, just lots of us do. I smiled though the pain and kept keeping on.

By then my grandma had passed away. Missing the safety of her steady love that kept me afloat.  My body much older by now. My mind melancholy. My spirit still believing there must be a better way.

It took me far too long to realize I still knew how to swim. It was time to save myself.

I started to meditate and retreat, taking time to find myself. Which allowed me to slow down and listen to the part of me that still knows better. Finally hearing the intuitive whispers still trying to reconnect me with my inner truth.

It was time to find home again.

Life began to reward my efforts for listening. Guiding me with synchronicities that would eventually lead me back to nature and the water…

As the Universe does, it worked, it’s magic. Bringing a new friend into my life!

She reminded me how to play! Which motivated the leveling up of my spiritual journey.

Her friendship felt like a kind, supportive older sister I once knew in another lifetime. 

Our connection was slowly rehydrating my verve for life. Like a fresh cool drink of delicious mineral filled water straight from the garden hose on a hot day.

Our playdates got better and longer, each of us doing our best to add more fun and excitement into our lives.

When we planned an outfitted trip to into the Boundary Waters Canoe Area for the first time at age 38.

 Nervous and excited we joyfully headed north. The return to the familiar evergreen Boreal Forest woke my soul instantly. With the first sniff of nature’s crisp pine aroma therapy.

My spirit nearly screamed. Yes! YES!!!! More please!

We canoed, portaged, played. The stars were plentiful and my eyes wide in wonder.

We had time to be still and absorb all that is good and holy in this world. I was able to see the clear difference in the health of the water around me and inside of me.

Lifting my spirit and opening my heart. Feeling as if the curtains in an abandoned house were open for the first time in years.

We sat in silence on the boulder shore listening to birds sing to the sunrise.

Quietly drinking lake water tea, we witnessed a moose swim past our campsite. A family of loons floated by going in the other direction.

That morning felt like I was participating in a sacred sunrise service. Being baptized by Mother Earth herself. She gave me the blessing of courage to rearrange my outlook on life and the way I was living it.

I floated in the womb of her wisdom until I felt nature Tenderly reconnecting the umbilical cord of my soul to the nurturing spirit of the Divine Mother once again.  

The innocent little girl full of life and love. The part of me I cherish the most. Finally felt safe enough to resurface for a chance to experience a long overdue back float. 

Surrounded by the forest full of cathedral trees and ancient stone formations. I felt alive and inspired!

So inspired I began to sing to the water.

Words flowing from my heart vibrating appreciation to the vast heaven on earth that surrounded me.

“Thank you, water, I love you. Thank you for loving me too.

I value all you do. I’m your friend and you my friend too.”

When we returned from the deep forest and crystal clean waters of the Boundary Waters. I told everyone who would listen. “I found where God lives.”  

The Divine had coordinated a wonderful adventure. It reconnected me to the powerful force of nature that felt a lot like my grandma’s love.

Setting in motion changes that would ripple through my life over a decade later. Reinvigorating my natural disposition and love of adventure. While Waking up a determination to maintain my connection to nature and water.

I finally found where I belong.

I knew I had found my home again.

Let the adventures begin!

My friend and I began to have many different experiences going into The Boundary Waters year after year.

Each of our journeys had lessons to share. And just like my grandma. None of them ever let me down.

Basswood lake reminded me I could keep myself warm and sheltered even with wet firewood and minimal supplies. Reminding me, my connection to nature provides powerful healing.

The portage to Four Town tested my determination. Showing me how strong I truly am inside and out. Teaching me that sometimes… less is more. While reminding me God has a great sense of humor.

And that the best conversations happen on rainy days over a cup of tea and under a tarp.

North Temperance was a reminder to soak up and enjoy sunny days! Because it’s not every day you get the chance to enjoy a ride on a lazy river of life. So, let yourself truly be present and enjoy them when you can.

The explorations of Big Lake and Brule Lake taught me that paddling through the big waves of life that come unexpectantly would be easier to navigate with a hand to hold.

South Hegman Lake was a lesson in being selective in the company I kept. Having good boundaries and carrying your own weight.  

Sawbill Lake taught me sometimes it’s best to rest and float through times of confusion and trust in divine timing.

I allowed myself to be grateful for each perfect synchronicity.  Not only in the Boundary Waters but in the flow of life I had finally gotten back into. These adventures in nature bringing me closer to the home within myself.

The vibes of the lakes changed with each adventure. Changing me as well.

My soul was patient as I slowly integrated the wisdom I gained by paddling, portaging and floating in the water. Navigating through the forests Turning into life lessons over the years long after the experience have passed.

All these experiences taught me to listen and apply the wisdom; I’ve earned the hard way.

Teaching me to trust in my abilities when I am swimming beyond my comfort zone.

Utilizing instincts and discernment to recognize when it is necessary to take action to retreat to safety.  And truly appreciating the times it’s safe to float.

The next year my friend cancelled last minute and could not go on our trip. By now I was so in love with these excursions that the need to return to nature let me conquer fears that kept me from growing.

So, my first solo pilgrimage into The Boundary Waters commenced.

Proving to myself I could make it through scary storms and long rainy days alone. While also reminding me that the right company is preferable.

As I got older, I tried less roughing it and more back floating. Realizing what I needed now was rest, and relaxation. To allow my overwhelmed nervous system to find respite.

This took me to beautiful Lake Kabetogama. Where I floated and sang to the water between naps.  

This somehow led to a magical experience on Mallard Island on Rainy Lake the very next year. Where I learned it was the right time to integrate all these experiences into a welcome transformation.

I kept flowing from one adventure to the next. Following the powerful pull of the water.

This time it was just me and my dog Hank on Poplar Lake off the Gunflint Trail.

A whole week of hiking deep into the forest, kayaking, and back floating at least 3 times a day. Even when the air temperature was colder than the lake. People passing by in a canoe wearing hoodies looking at me like I was a little crazy.

I’m as Minnesotan as a hearty tator tot hotdish and I know it. I waved and smiled. Now comfortable in who I am.

I floated until my fingers wrinkled. Unbothered by any judgement and owning my eccentric vibes.

Poplar Lake doesn’t know this, or maybe she does because I sang to her too.

The warm august water of Poplar Lake held me securely in the womb of her wisdom. While I floated and nurtured my broken heart and loved myself back to life.

These journeys into the forest and pristine waters of Northern Minnesota started to feel more like coming home than going away.

Fighting is futile at this point, my spirit knows it is the water calling my soul back home. I can no longer deny nor delay the journey.  I feel this powerful magnetic pull on my spirit as if I am being summoned.

Like my mom calling me in from free-ranging when the streetlights came on. It’s time to come home now.

The persistent pull and intuitive demands calling me home to the water are purposeful. There is a deep sacred duty inside. Compelling me to bring crucial environmental awareness to the world around me.

I believe it’s the spirit of water. She is asking me to help keep her safe as she has done for me. I know in my heart must answer.

Realizing I love the water as much as I love my grandmother. It’s a love so great that I was willing to change my life for the chance I might have an opportunity to protect it.

The Universe was urging me to utilize the life skills, and courage I gained on these journeys. Giving me the opportunity to run for State House of Representatives and then again for State Senate.

JUST to Save the Boundary Waters.

We must understand that the Garden of Eden we read about in a book. Is the planet we are living on right here and right now!

We are the stewards of the bountiful beautiful garden of Earth. The one God blessed us with that provides everything we need.

Did you know? The human body contains the same ratio of water as Planet Earth. A clever design that connects us profoundly to nature. We do not live on the Earth. We are of the Earth. Just like the birds, the bears and the whales.

Just like my body. When I nurture her and love her in healthy, kind ways. She provides me with all I need to thrive.

This is not a coincidence, it is a direct connection and symbolism of what will happen to the pristine water of Minnesota if we allow toxic copper mining near the Boundary Waters.

This type of mining has a 100% failure rate leading to catastrophic sulfuric acid pollution. This is forever pollution that lasts over 500 years. Sulfuric acid is basically battery acid that kills all it touches.

Water has no boundaries.

Minnesota is the water bearer of our Nation. Our beautiful land of 10,000 lakes holds over 20% of the entire worlds fresh water.

We cannot allow our public lands, pristine lakes, rivers and our drinking water to be sacrificed for any reason.

If the President gets his way, the pollution from copper mines will poison water sheds that flow into the Boundary waters up to Canada through the Rainy Lake watershed. Then Lake Superior connected to the chain of great lakes. Into Headwaters of the Mississippi River that runs through the heartland of our nation into the Gulf of Mexico.

The Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness is a rare and irreplaceable blessing.

Our very own garden of Eden must be treated as the sacred gift it is. The water it holds will be more valuable than gold in less than 25 years.

Environmental facts state that by 2050 over half the US will struggle to find clean drinking water.

Because I love the BWCA and water so much. I am compelled to bring awareness to the fact that Minnesota’s watery way of life is facing a death sentence.

Along with a very expensive and futile superfund cleanup to be covered by the taxpayers… thats you and me.

This isn’t an exaggeration. These are historically proven facts that to this day affect the land and residence of Butte Montana, Peru, Chile, South America and every single copper mining site that exists on the planet right now.

During the years I ignorantly denied my inner knowing I was going along just to get along…

This is when my life was dry and barren, harder in every possible way.

I feel as if the water and my grandma have been divinely guiding to my life’s purpose. To use my voice and art to advocate for the vulnerable and valuable environment that cannot defend itself. 

By applying the skills I’ve learned from the water and my grandma. Using gentle strength, devotion and unyielding persistence

This reminds me that.

The work… Is the prayer.

Now the inner knowing is profound and undeniable.

Compelling me to continue asking for help on my path to be of service for something bigger than myself.

I stand here. Using this generous opportunity to tell my story about finding home. And ask you for help too.

This is my earnest and urgent call to action. Please help me protect our water.  

To stand together and defend The Boundary Waters Canoe Area.

A gift of sanctuary, our garden of Eden, the place where God lives.

Where I finally… found home.

Blessings,

Emy Minzel

EmyMinzel.com

How to help Save the Boundary Waters!!!

Call your local Minnesota State Senators and Local State Representative in your district.

You can find out who they are by searching on the Minnesota Legislature website at www.leg.mn.gov

Or just follow this link and enter your zip code. Which will bring you straight there.

https://www.gis.lcc.mn.gov/iMaps/districts/

Contact all parties. Republican, Democrats, and independent representatives with respect and kindness.  Some of them are unaware of the dangers copper mining guarantees. I personally met with my Republican State Rep who was very responsive to my concerns. He loves Minnesota too! And meeting with him in person was impactful for both of us.

I believe most of the members in MN congress are good people who want to do the right thing. Not everyone can know everything and it’s up to us the voters to tell them how we want to be represented and what is important to us! Write a letter to the editor. Recruit friends and family here in Minnesota to get involved too. There truly is power in the people.

Here is what you say:

I am asking you to vote in favor of protecting The Boundary Waters by voting to support these three bills.

The Prove it First Bill                      Bad Actor Bill               Taxpayer Protection Act

SF1382 – State Senate                SF1744 – Senate               SF1383 – Senate

HF 954 – State House     HF 1197 – House     HF955 – House

The Prove it First Bill SF1382 /HF 954. Simply request that an applicant seeking a permit to operate a copper-sulfide mine must prove that such a mine can be operated and closed without causing pollution. Providing proof they have sites that have been in operation for 10 years and after being closed for 10 years without pollution.

Bad Actor Bill SF 1744 / HF 1197. This bill would prevent Minnesota from granting copper/sulfite mining permits to companies that have violated international laws, including corruption, bribery, or environmental destruction, ensuring Minnesota’s clean water remains protected from irresponsible international mining conglomerates.

Taxpayer Protection Act SF1383 / HF955. Taxpayer protection act would require nonferrous (non-iron) mining companies to fully fund any financial assurance package upfront and in cash. This would protect Minnesota taxpayers from being forced to pay for any environmental clean-up resulting from the nonferrous mining operations. Currently the regular operating methods of these companies are to leave a toxic mess and the cleanup bill to the taxpayers by simply declaring bankruptcy.  (Source: http://www.FriendsofTheBoundaryWaters.org)

Minnesota is the water bearer of the Nation that guards over 20% of the world’s fresh water. Fresh drinking water is a dwindling precious resource.

The EPA states that by 2050 over have of Americans will struggle to find fresh drinking water.

In less than 25 years the Nation is going to be facing severe water shortages.

This will be a true National Emergency!!!

With already over half of the water in Minnesota too polluted to drink or eat fish from. Protecting and preserving the water we need to survive is imperative. Voting to protect the Boundary Waters Canoe Area is part of our maintaining our States and National Security.

By voting in favor of these bills. You show your Minnesota residence that you stand up for us and do what is right. You prove that you stand against foreign corporations poisoning the purest water source in our nation in a shortsighted and reckless money grab. As your constituent I am asking you to protect our essential water resources and the Minnesota way of life. We can live without copper. We cannot live without water.

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Oh no! Your flights canceled…

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On my way home from our Adventure Sisters Retreat in Florida. Stacy and I both had some delays getting to our destinations, when it was time to go home. My connecting flight home was canceled which left me stranded in Chicago at the airport. The airline I was using said they couldn’t get me home until the next day or maybe not until Friday! It was Monday morning and I want to get home to see my boys!

What was funny is that I had been thinking on the way to Florida, instead of complaining about the length of my travel, I need to focus on saying to God/The Universe “What a blessing that I get to travel all day!”

As the Universe/God does, it gave me more of just what I had asking for. Silly me. I guess I need to be much more specific when manifesting thoughts. I really did want to get home to my fabulous husband and my wonderful life. But as life does, sometimes your plans get changed for you.

Stacy and I had spent the whole weekend practicing to raise our vibrations and vowing to hold ourselves accountable for the energy we bring into the world. We even posted a video to the Adventure Sister’s Facebook page about trusting in divine timing and bringing your “best self” to circumstances that may not be so happy.  So, I figured, this was my test from the Universe to see how I would handle this exact situation and change of plans to my own life.

Sure, I could be mad, plenty of other travelers were! I could even complain to everyone I saw or make a ruckus. Yet it would not change the fact that the flight was canceled due to the weather and the workers at the airport are not responsible for that.

My husband decided to purchase me another ticket from a different airline, that was based in Minnesota; so, we were fairly certain they would get me home. Yet it wasn’t scheduled to leave until later that night and it was still morning. The weather cleared up, but I had another 7 hours to wait before I could check back in for my 6:00 flight. I worked to do my best to keep my thoughts positive and my hopes high. I was not happy about having to purchase another ticket though, not cool. Yet, I knew I had to keep my thoughts positive.

I was working on trusting that this delay was for my greatest good. I decided I was going to just embrace the fate of my long wait and hunkered down to write. I now had the whole day to work from the airport! I did my best to take some deep breathes and bring peace to myself. After all, I love having time to write uninterrupted! Although, I would prefer more comfortable seating. I decided to write for a couple hours and had to take a bathroom break. As I walked past the ticketing counter, I thought to myself…

“Maybe I should just try and ask if this new airline happens to have a flight going back to Minneapolis any earlier? The worst they could say is no.” I told myself.

Guess what?! The ticketing agent was not only very kind and helpful but got me on a flight that was leaving in just an hour! “OH JOY!” I was so happy I almost cried. It felt like such a weight was lifted off my shoulders; that I was going to get home soon. After all, there is no place like home and I really wanted to get there.

This event just confirmed what I already knew. It is my job to take responsibility for my attitude and my words; even in times of stress and confusion. I can choose to work myself up in anger, or better, I can choose to just work! I decided to seize the day and write about all I had learned about myself this weekend. While the Universe gave me the opportunity to practice my new/refreshed knowledge. So, I figured, I would share my synchronistic Monday morning lesson from the Universe with you too.

I have learned to trust what happens on my journey through life.

I have learned that I am okay in my own skin; even when my experience isn’t matching my expectations.

I have learned the energy I bring makes all the difference to myself and my situation.

I have learned to be more specific when manifesting travel!

I have even learned I will now take direct flights because they are worth it to me and I am worth it!

There are a lot of things that go through your mind when derailed from your path, but it’s up to us to rise above any negative thoughts.

I mean really…. The Universe/God just has a sense of humor in the way it sends it messages sometimes, doesn’t it? Today, I did do my best to keep a smile in my heart while I trusted the wait. I held onto hope that the Universe/God would get me home to see my husband very soon.

And it did. All I had to do was ask!

Wishing safe and timely travels adventurers!!! Keep your chin up and you let your light shine while you trust divine timing!

With love,

Emy Minzel ~ Adventure Sister

https://emyminzel.com

@EmyMinzel

Follow the Adventure Sisters on Facebook!

https://www.facebook.com/BWCAdventureSisters

Stacy Crep ~ Adventure Sister

https://stacycrep.com

 

*Photo taken in Orlando, Florida

 

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Yin/Yang, Light and Dark…

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Adventure Sister Stacy and I were having a conversation on the phone while she was at the airport. She said, “I have to let you go. I am just about to go through security screening.” Before we hung up, I said. “Be sure to thank the TSA Agent for working for free! Love you, bye!” We hung up, but she called me right back after she got through. Stacy told me she had indeed talked to the Airport Security Guard.

Stacy said. “My friend says to thank you for working for free.”

The Agent said. “Thank you. Thank you, for that recognition.”

Stacy headed toward her gate then decided to give me a call right back to ask me “What that was all about?”

She did not know, that during the government shutdown, almost a million people are not getting paid. Even the people who have the duties of keeping the United State safe like; TSA, Air Traffic Controllers, and the Coast Guard. (And so many more!)

This surprised me because Stacy is very well-traveled, but this was the first she was hearing of this! If she (who travels weekly for work) did not know this was happening, I am sure there are lots of folks who do not know the sad effects of the government shutdown. I get so concerned over this. Which may be why I feel so strongly about sharing my thoughts and views of the situation. As I did, I noticed how passionate I got.

The previous conversation we just had was upbeat and quite ‘normal’ for us. We talked about our plans for the weekend and how well our New Year resolutions were going. We chatted away about how excited we were for our trip to Florida that is coming up quickly. Yet, when she brought up this topic, I could hear my voice get stronger and my words were intensely passionate; as I started throwing out ‘F bombs’ to clearly articulate my dissatisfaction on the matter.

I finally realized that I was not acting in the same way I had been just minutes earlier. It was like a light switch had been dimmed and I was sucking all the joy out of the air. I know life is not always joyous, but I am glad I recognized this effect on the energy I was sharing, and I calmed down. Yet, my compassion for those who are suffering was clear.

As a massage therapist and energy worker, I understand that words and actions have more power then we care to take responsibility for. I have spent a great deal of time working on myself, to be the change I wish to see in the world, by doing my best to be the light. I do this by staying positive, looking for the bright side of situations, and doing my best to be kind and compassionate. This is the me I do my best to be every day.

Still, I find myself acting in the exact opposite way when I get riled up about things I care deeply about. I do my best not to belittle or insult others in a debate about the state of our Union or the environment. Yet, I will not sit back, be silent and just go with the flow. I don’t like where the flow is going in our Country, our communities or even how our friends and families have become so divided over these situations.

I have spent years reading and learning about our environment, soil health, water health, food health, and the pollution levels around our Country. I feel it has helped shape who I am. After all, the things you are passionate about are not always just hobbies. Your passions just may be your calling; the reason your soul is put on this planet in the meat suit you wear. Your passions are intertwined with emotions that form what you feel connected to. It is easy to see why we may get riled up or “excessively expressive” when discussing them.

I wasn’t always interested in Politics, but I have learned that I must get interested and involved to be able to affect the protection of our environment and our communities. It was never a dream of mine to put myself ‘out there’ as a politician. I want to be an author who writes… at home, holed up like my inner Hermit prefers. Yet the interests I have been drawn to are the passions I cannot ignore. They have led me to a Political path as if by magic.

However, I find political action uncomfortable some days when I realize how it tends to pull out just how much duality I truly embody. As nice as I can be, I can be exactly the opposite. As sincerely complimentary, kind, happy and compassionate as I can be… I can also be as guarded, skeptical, angry and stubborn in standing firm to protect my integrity. This is our reality and I refuse to stick my head in the sand pretending life is perfect and discord does not exist.

I think to myself. “If ordinary folks like you and me don’t work to change it for the better… who will?”

Then there are days when I also think. “Who am I, to think I can change anything, anyway?!”

I believe we were created to have these opposing characteristics for this exact reason. To protect what we love. To defend our truth and be able to protect ourselves from others, who may not be acting with integrity for the greater good. I can be as different as the sun and moon or night and day and sometimes that is confusing to myself and others.

I know, you know, what I am talking about. Light and dark, Yin and Yang all reside in us for a purpose. There are many ways we can go about this, but I try to do it in a kind way. Yet, as nature created me to be, I am whole because I have both light and dark inside. It’s up to us to determine how much of each we use in our lives and how we use it.

Remember (dark/night/moon) doesn’t necessarily mean bad! It is a way to see things in a different light. It’s no different than when you go through a ‘bad’ experience and come out of it changed. We need this duality to grow. After the dark winter comes the growth of spring. I have learned not to fight my dark side but embrace the opportunity it gives me to grow. I feel I am growing now after this one conversation with my friend Stacy.

I told her about how the government shut down is affecting many lives. It disturbs me how many people have no idea that there are wonderful humans at airports and other public safety personnel, working for free to keep Americans safe. Regular folks like you and I, are making sacrifices, enduring emotional and devastating financial effects, going without lifesaving medications for a reason that they have no control over. All for a wall, that won’t stop boats, ladders, tunnels or airplanes.

Even if we don’t see it, the reality is, lots of good people are hurting and I have a very strong opinion about that. I had to make sure my friend was aware of this reality. Stacy likes to stay away from conversations of politics and I don’t blame her! I know lots of my friends and family who feel the same. I am just thankful she let me share my strong feelings with her, even when it is not a positive conversation. I feel better thinking I am spreading awareness in hopes of facilitating change for the better.

To be honest, some days I think of walking away, from Politics too, for my own peace of mind. Yet, although I prefer peace, for some reason I have been created to square up and be willing to face conflict head-on. Maybe I was a warrior in another life? I don’t know why I am this way. I just am. No different than a mama bear really.

What I do know is that the Universe/God/Creator gave us these gifts of duality and we should not be afraid of them.

I say embrace your duality with open arms. We should not be afraid of the darkness if we are doing what we can, to be the light.

 

With love,

Emy Minzel ~ Adventure Sister

https://emyminzel.com

@EmyMinzel

Follow the Adventure Sisters on Facebook!

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Stacy Crep ~ Adventure Sister

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Why I love adventure!

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As you know, I love adventure! Recently I thought to myself, “why do I love adventure so much?” not everyone likes adventures. Lots of people love the peace and contentment they find in their homes and prefer to relax as much as possible. I am just not one of these people, don’t get me wrong, I like to relax at home too, I just prefer more excitement then rest some days. I am not one to sit too long, although I can and will hold the couch down all day on a Sunday if the weekend as been a bit hectic.

I believe I need adventures in my life because it’s a physical and mentally creative outlet. I need a place to put all my extra energy or it just spins round and round in my melon working up a typhoon of anxiety. I find when I  give myself an outlet for all this energy by adventuring into the unknown, it provides stimulation that feeds my desire for thrill seeking in a healthy way that brings my mind/body/spirit back to balance.

Adventure;an unusual and exciting, typically hazardous, experience or activity.

Danger is part of the game, its not an adventure unless you get a little thrill or think “oh crap” a few times. It’s the unknown of what is a head is part of the appeal, I like the saying;

“The only difference between fear and excitement is your attitude about it.”

I love the excitement and adrenalin that keeps me coming back for more. The unknown of what is a head is part of the exhilaration that comes with doing things I’ve never done before. Doing new things and going new places is a good way to sneak adventure in your life. Even going to a new city, attending events or meeting a group of new people can feel exciting because you aren’t sure of the outcome.

I have learned to not be attached to the outcome of what I think my experiences should look like. Yes I would love everything to go smoothly and without problems. Yet I have seen that it is the times when I face adversity and rise up to overcome it that brings me satisfaction. I love the feeling of exhilaration provided by those accomplishments.

It FEELS so good to overcome my fears! This feeling is addictive for me. Adrenalin junkies unite! I get it. I  see why people seek adventure, it makes me feel brave, it builds my self-esteem, and it has taught me how to overcome my fears.

Then do you know what happens after that?! Giant fat feelings of thankfulness and grace I feel to be alive! To have made it through my fear to the other side and rewarded with pride, greater belief in myself and abilities, and the feeling of being blessed to still be alive brings perspective to the rest of my life. It’s not like I play chicken with trains or skydive off of sky scrapers, I don’t purposely put myself in the path of danger, but I do challenge myself to do things that scare me.

Even if it doesn’t happen in the great outdoors, I like to ask myself to level-up. Step up my game, and put my rebellious spirit to work in a good way by challenging myself and not others. When I work on myself, I don’t focus on what everyone else is doing. I don’t get wrapped up in the drama of others because I know I have no control of what is happening around me anyway but I can choose to control myself and my actions and how I choose to proceed in life situations.

Adventure has asked me to take responsibility for my role in what happens in life. How I act or re-act has an impact on what happens next. Adventuring has taught me so much about myself and repeatedly asked me to level up and each time I have, it seems to have long term life lessons I take with me in the future. Most of them exhilarating and good in many ways, the others make for great stories.

There are more reasons why I love adventure but overcoming my fears and challenging myself to level up are the ones that really keep me going back for more. Being thankful to be alive and able to experience the beauty the world holds is a blessing I don’t want to take for granted. The more I do, the braver I feel seek more adventure that makes me feel so alive!

What do you love about adventure?! I would like to hear from you!

“Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go.”

-T.S Eliot

Wishing you an abundance of joyful blessings,

Emy Minzel ~ Adventure Sister

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In mid-pursuit of Dreams, Goals, and Aspirations!

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I have a wide range of interests that keep me busy, my day job is rewarding and makes me feel purposeful, yet I still feel pushed by Spirit to do more. I have been writing books with my Adventure Sister Stacy with the hope and purpose of helping others grow, and learn, in ways that are helpful in everyday life. We would like to use our series of books to promote the importance of working together while encouraging our differences, in sisterhood, family, friendship, and in all areas of life while caring for each other and the planet.

We have been pursuing this goal for several years and we are smack dab in the middle of working hard for no ‘reward’ except the reward is that it feels right to our souls. It is the heartfelt passion and our will to help the greater good with our writing that keeps our project moving forward, one baby step after another. We are determined to make it happen.

I also have dreams of traveling the globe far and wide, gaining experiences of other places and cultures while writing about it on my hobby farm that will rescue farm animals, bees, chickens, cows, donkey, goats, you name it. I dream that this farm will be fully functioning while being surrounded by a magnificent permaculture food oasis for my family complete with a Walipini for winter gardening. You’re probably thinking “You’re nuts girl! Do you know how much work that is?!”

Yes, I do. I am aware of the insanity that drives me forward, it is my crazy creative life that keeps me dreaming these goals. I feel the pull to add in a little mix of corporate to my creative goals, I have been moved to explore the political world feeling the need to stand up to the injustices I see and now I am considering a run to represent my local district. Because why wouldn’t you add more work on top of the work you already have?!

During my spare time I refinish and repurpose old décor that can be brought to life and funkdified into something wonderful. I have a whole basement workshop full of half finished projects I would like to complete so I could sell them in a small boutique for extra travel money. Also, I create random pieces of art when called to do so. Did you see that?! Squirrel!

Is it possible to be a State Representative, Therapist, Author, Sanctuary Farmer, Permaculture enthusiast and Artist all at the same time? What keeps me holding on to these dreams while some of them have nothing to do with the other? Could I possibly find the time, money, and energy to pursue all of them? Would Spirit give me the desire to do all these things if it weren’t possible?

It would be possible to write and have a farm sanctuary that would be a dream come true. Yet like most people I still have a day job that pays the bills and we all know that’s just a little important if you like to eat. Like I said, I enjoy my ‘job’ it doesn’t feel like work because I find it rewarding. Yet I still aspire to do so much more, to live more sustainably in a way that supports my inner truth. Would I still be able to give my family and friends the time and attention they need to keep healthy happy relationships in the pursuit of my truth?

What goals are truly attainable? And which goals should I pull my energy from? I believe time is the most precious commodity humans are given, so I would like to put my ambitions into the things that will have the best outcome for my highest and greatest good. I am human and do not know what the future will bring, but I do know what I would like my future to look like. Goals, dreams and aspirations are good to have right?!

My husband is not on board with my hobby farm dreams unless he is guaranteed not to have to do any of the work. I understand this because these are not his dreams, they are mine, and it would not be fair to push them on to him and take up his time that is also his commodity to do with as he pleases. He still loves me, encourages me, and supports me in pursuit of my goals, and that’s what matters. I also realize I cannot achieve these goals alone.

Do I take the dreams and goals I can accomplish by myself and run with them? Do I then sacrifice the rest of my goals to the boulevard of broken dreams where what if’s live forever? Or… do I get to work recruiting the help I need? Did you know I hate to ask for help? Insert exasperated sign here. The self-imposed drama I tell you! Stacy just reminded me that the more I believe my dreams will come true the more likely they will be manifested! I know she is right. I must insist and persist, if I want them to exist!

I believe in manifestation, yet lately I feel that maybe I am trying to manifest too much??? Is that even possible to have too many dreams? I call BS on that thought. We are only on this planet for a short time, there is only so much we can accomplish that’s why what we chose to spend our time doing should be purposeful and meaningful. I believe we should pursue the things that bring us joy, contentment, and purpose that will fill our souls with resolve to persevere because it is your dream and you must.

To live in my integrity while it feels like I am chasing squirrels I will call on the spirit of my Dogs to see me through to fruition. Dogs are a great representative of dedication to what you love, they are steadfast in what they believe in and that is usually you. They are consistent, persistent, and insistent every day as reliable as the sun. If my dogs can believe in me so wholly and my families support is consistent, why can’t I believe in myself the same way?

These dreams are a way to support myself through living with purpose, to live in integrity with my beliefs feels vital at this point in my life. I believe the things that call to my soul and tug at my feelings, are my callings, they should at the very minimum be pursued until I clearly see that path isn’t for me. To know that I could fail but keep my hopes up that I will not. I see that Billy goat portage in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area is once again a poignant lesson in my life.

Billy goat portage was hard, very difficult for both of the Adventure Sisters, we did not anticipate the physical, and mental challenges that it gave us that day. We had brought so much stuff that we had to travel this difficult path six times to bring all our gear to the next portage. The Billy goat portage path taught me I am capable of doing way more then I think I can. It taught me that by keeping my head down in pursuit of just making it to the end, watching my footing and being careful not to trip up, I made it to the other side just fine. Having to travel that same obstacle six times makes me laugh in the comparison of persistence and dedication most goals and dreams require.

When Stacy and I got to the five-star campsite we were exhausted and starving we would spend the next five days nurturing our beaten and battered bodies while basking in the sun and floating in the lake, enjoying each other’s company and eating very well because we carried a ton of food in! It was the most rewarding vacation full of pride in our accomplishments, the teamwork built our trust and proved to us both we could rely on each other when it was difficult.

I have a team around me that will do the same, so I feel I must pursue each one of these squirrely dreams until the sucker really truly gets too far up the tree and away from me. If it does get away I will then know it wasn’t my path, keep going on the journey where the doors open, there is no need to break them down the ones meant for me will be ajar.

So here I go again chasing garden squirrels today too, excuse me while I go start my petunia seeds! I love to play in the dirt in the middle of a Minnesota winter. It brings me joy.

Be consistent, Be persistent, Be insistent ~ Congressman John Lewis

 

Ambition is the path to success. Persistence is the vehicle you arrive in. – Senator Bill Bradley

Wishing you an abundance of joyful blessings,

Emy Minzel ~ Adventure Sister

https://emyminzel.com

@emyminzel

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Stacy Crep ~ Adventure Sister

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*Disclaimer ~ the photograph used in this blog I found many years ago on the internet and do not know who to give photo credit to. If by chance it is you I would gladly add your name to the photo that moved my soul.