Rowan Grove Integrative Holistic Support

06/04/2026

I came across this stone while in Denmark last year and I think it deserves resharing. 🙌🤍

"There is a calm (peace) and it depends on you being true to what you believe in." 🇩🇰🙏🤍

06/03/2026

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06/03/2026

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06/03/2026

The time for gurus, performance, and "experience addiction" has passed. The world doesn't need any more BS. 🌿🙌🤍

06/03/2026

Elephants demonstrating attunement and co-regulation. 🙏🙌🤍

"A baby elephant tantrum is basically a toddler meltdown with better acoustics and a built-in sprinkler.

But the real detail is how calmly the giants handle it.

Young calves are still learning a body that can weigh hundreds of pounds before it has emotional steering. When the world gets too loud, too hot, or too confusing, the protest becomes full theater: trunk swinging, ears flapping, knees buckling, mud accepting the dramatic finale.

The adults rarely match the chaos. Mothers guide with trunks, feet, touch, and presence. The herd becomes a moving wall of patience, letting the calf burn through the storm without turning the storm into danger.

For an animal that may one day weigh several tons, emotional regulation starts early.

First lesson: fall apart if you must. The herd will still be there when you stand back up."
- Strangest Facts

06/01/2026

The Spirit of the Bald Cypress has been an important ally, Guide, and Teacher for my End-of-Life work, even long before I knew this type of work officially had a name. One of the most potent of Medicines the Bald Cypress holds is that of the psychopomp. In Shamanic practice, a psychopomp (from the Greek for "guide of souls") is a spiritual intermediary whose role is to safely es**rt the consciousness of the newly deceased from the earthly realm to the afterlife. They act as compassionate guides, helping disoriented or "stuck" souls transition fully and peacefully.

The Bald Cypress is also connected to death through mythology, burial practices, and its natural decomposition resistance. While traditionally associated with grief and the afterlife, the tree's remarkable longevity and seasonal cycle of shedding needles also make it a symbol of rebirth.

In Greek and Roman mythology, the tree is named after Cyparissus, a youth who accidentally killed his beloved pet stag. Overcome by grief, he begged the gods to let him mourn forever and was transformed into a Cypress. Because of this myth, classical cultures associated Cypress with the underworld and planted them near graves. Athenian households hung cypress branches during mourning, and the wood was burned to purify the air during cremations.

Conversely, in Christian and Muslim traditions, the trees are planted in cemeteries to ward off evil spirits, offering mourners hope because the trees point straight to the sky.

Bald Cypress heartwood is naturally resistant to water and decay. Because logs can endure submerged in mud for centuries without rotting, bald cypress has historically been a popular wood used to construct durable caskets.

Unlike most conifers, the Bald Cypress sheds its needles in the autumn and regrows them in the spring. Because of this annual "death and rebirth," Indigenous folklore in the American Southeast views the tree as a symbol of the spiritual transition between the earthly realm and the afterlife.

The spiritual meaning of a bald cypress is also deeply rooted in transition, resilience, and the cycle of life and death. Known for its remarkable longevity and ability to thrive in flooded wetlands, the tree is a powerful emblem for enduring strength and adapting to difficult environments.

I had the honor of meeting this Great Grandfather Bald Cypress at Cat Island - St. Francisville, La.
A survivor of the cypress logging after the Civil War, this bald cypress is the sixth-largest tree in the U.S. and the largest tree east of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. It stands around 83 feet tall and has a circumference of over 57 feet...it is believed to be 1,200 to 1,500 years old. The area where this tree is located tends to be flooded from December through June and during those times, it is only reachable by boat. 🌿🙏🥰🥰

06/01/2026

"Safety is not the goal of healing.

Safety is the atmosphere within which healing becomes possible.

Many of us spend years trying to feel safe. Safe from anxiety. Safe from grief. Safe from uncertainty. Safe from the heartbreak of loving and losing.

But healing does not necessarily make us less vulnerable. If anything, it often asks us to become more available to our lives.
More available to the grief we have avoided. More available to longing. More available to love. More available to disappointment.

The wound is rarely that these experiences exist. The wound is that, somewhere along the way, we came to believe we had to carry them alone.

A child can survive almost anything when someone is there. What overwhelms us is not always the feeling itself, but the absence of companionship around it. The absence of a witness. The absence of a place to bring what hurts.

Perhaps this is why healing begins to unfold when something in us discovers a different possibility. Not that grief will disappear. Not that vulnerability will end. But that we no longer have to meet them by ourselves.

Safety is not the destination. It is the atmosphere in which what has been exiled can finally return."

- Matt Licata

06/01/2026

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