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Health and wellness extends beyond the bodily vessel, to the home, yard, garden, and ecosystem.

As we welcome spring, and all it represents it, is an opportune time to move forward with Acutonics, enacting plans that have been in strategic development for the past year.

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As the world tilts on its axis, ushering in the longest night and the shortest day of the year, we find ourselves immersed in the enchanting embrace of the Winter Solstice. This celestial event, marked by the sun's lowest point in the sky, has been celebrated across cultures and millennia. In this cosmic ballet, one element takes center stage, weaving its own poetic narrative—the Element of Water.

With the approach of the Winter Solstice comes the consolidation of energy and reverting to the root, a time to pull in and ground to the Earth. Days are shorter and we are called indoors. Even as Winter begins, there is movement toward the energy of Spring. In the Pagan tradition, it is the time when the goddess becomes The Great Mother and births the Sun King.

The system of Five Elements is an ancient system of understanding ourselves and the world around us. The elements present themselves in the cycles of birth and death, creation, and transformation, and correspond to the seasons, phases of nature, personal rhythms, emotions, and meridian/organ systems.

Where do elk go; with the moon so high; The season slow?

Autumn marks the end of the growing season - a turning inward and falling away of outer-directed energy. Nature instructs us about our own cycles of creating and letting go. The energy of this season, more than any other, supports letting go of the waste, the old and stale in our lives. This leaves us receptive to the pure and new, granting a vision of who we truly are in our essence. Through a process of discernment, with heightened ability to eliminate what we no longer need, we gain a deeper awareness of what is most precious in our lives.

Petrichor: The smell of rain before it’s arrival, maybe something beyond meaning, A gasp of the sensation out of a lane, a sense we develop for our very survival.