From Warrior of Force to Warrior of the Sacred Ordinary
Hi Friends. Rebuilding Roots community is going offline.
Writing a book over the past year and going on my own version of a pilgrimage helped me viscerally see that I'm ready to plant physical roots.
As a creative, I went all in to build a deep relationship with trusting my instincts through the innovation process, willing to let go of anything the moment it said yes. My own version of the Alchemist's personal legend journey.
Along the way—through wildly messy, uncomfortable contemplations about how I truly want to serve—I had to release the version of service I thought was required of me.
I had some sorting to do after I built my first start-up. I knew it was time for me to leave, but I felt like an absolute and utter failure for ending. That same sensation of feeling out of control came again, ready and waiting ever so patiently for me to face IT.
To ask, what are you teaching me? What do you want me to do with you? Yes…The narrative I had built around what endings meant. Did endings always mean Big T trauma? Death? Or…could they mean life?
Life wanted me to dig deep and explore that.
Alone.
Not through anyone else’s lens or voice. I had to burn through the pain to find my way back to softness.
And so I did, by writing a book about returning to the instincts we were never meant to forget. I knew the book was my pilgrimage home to me. To my soul song.
And, while the past seven years of being in the deepest, most spicy-feeling journey—where I was immersed in studies, spiritual, mental, and physical quests, and building my entrepreneur bones...the warrior of forced effort has served her medicine. She's ready to be powerful as she is, not how she thought the world wanted her to be.
With that, Rebuilding Roots stays alive as my mission, but I am moving my energy into creating its aliveness in person, on land. The craving to return to dirt and grow gardens and plants is insatiable. It's how I was raised.
And yes, the irony of moving from the digital to the land is not lost on me. 😉 From the ethers to materialization—bringing the unseen into form. I am closing the chapter on having an online community. What I wanted it for exists elsewhere. It was the container for me to find my why.
I'm an artist, a student of life, and a tactile learner. I'm a writer and an introvert. My energy and creative bursts come in waves. I must use my hands and connect with the Earth. I must be a builder of nourishment. I need to talk to the trees...A LOT. That is me.
And, I love more than anything on this whole entire existence of all time and space, being a mother.
The chapter on building online communities taught me the power of iteration and building what was needed until it wasn't anymore. It taught me that the sculpture can't be created unless you go all the way in on the vision, and that I did.
It also taught me that sometimes we need something outside of ourselves to chip away at, to then see ourselves within. Something not too close to home, so that we can return home. To our soul home. Our resonance. Our soul song.
Autonomy.
Sovereignty.
This is what resilience in action is.
Creating life through doing.
There is movement even in stillness.
We can plan and study, but at some point and we will know when, we will get our hands dirty and say, YES, this is what I want. YES! This is my personal legend. Our power. Our center point. Our claim to our rightful place in space. We will follow that internal call and know that it is always guiding us to support and opportunity.
The sculpting remains. My writing will continue to live at earthdiaries.org, where I’ll keep sharing my heart on emotional and earth stewardship, with many books to come!
Rebuilding Roots is becoming what it was always meant to be: a sacred farmland sanctuary. A place to gather, remember, and rebuild—in collaboration with the land. Reciprocity in motion. Earth Stewardship, not Earth Ecology. Not just studying nature, but listening to her. Not just sustainability, but reverence, ritual, and right relationship.
The gift of walking through tremendous loss? It’s knowing that deep down in my bones and through the beaming pulse of my heart, nature always knows what it’s doing.
Sunia is now in her final editing phase. And woah, my first book baby, a contemplative journey for remembering the instincts you were never meant to forget, offered me the very soul tonic I needed to remember who I came here to be…and to live out the path of my personal legend.
I'm signing off now as...
A Warrior of Beauty in Action.
A Devoted Builder of the Sacred Ordinary.
The one who stewards grief into gardens.
Who turns endings into invitations.
Rooting for you, rooting for me, rooting for we,
Lettttttttts do this life!
Bailee