Kristen Herber Mind Body Soul

09/05/2026

Recently, I was asked who taught me how to be a mother.

Who had I looked to?
Who had shown me the way?
Who had been my example?

And the answer that came was...
No one.

The longer I sat with it, the more I realized how much of my life had been a process of stripping away.

Questioning what I had been told.
Removing masks.
Unlearning roles.

Seeing where I had shaped myself to belong.
I'd done that work in pieces throughout my life.
But I still had masks.

And then I became a mother.

Motherhood didn't gently ask me to take them off.

It put me through the fire until I could no longer wear them.

Then there was this little human in front of me, and motherhood kept asking:

Who are you going to be here?
And here?
And here?

When the advice didn't feel right.
When someone else's certainty collided with something I knew inside myself.
When doing what was expected would have been easier than standing alone.
Again and again, I had to choose.

And I discovered:
I KNEW ✨

Not everything. Not every answer.
But I knew her.

I knew when something wasn't right.
I knew when she needed something different.
I knew when the answer everyone else was giving me wasn't ours.

Every time I trusted that knowing, another layer fell away.

Maybe some versions of motherhood I'd witnessed weren't there to show me how to mother.

Maybe some were there to show me what motherhood wasn't.

Perhaps that's why, when I searched for the woman who taught me how to become this mother, I couldn't find her.

There wasn't someone I was supposed to become.

There was just layer after layer of everything that wasn't mine...

until motherhood burned through the last places I was still willing to abandon myself in order to belong.

So what happens when you strip away the masks?

The expectations.
The inherited definitions.
Everyone else's version of a good mother.
Everyone else's version of who you're supposed to be.

What is left?
MYSELF ❤️‍🔥

And maybe that's the greatest thing motherhood has asked of me.

Not to become someone else's idea of a mother.
But to finally become completely, unapologetically me.

08/27/2026

I stopped into Midwest Witchery & Healing this week to replenish our electroculture display because they had almost completely sold out 🥹😍

There is something really meaningful about creating something with your own hands, putting it out into the world, and discovering that other people are drawn to it too.

Especially something like electroculture.

It asks us to look at plants as more than something we put into dirt, water, and place near a window. Plants are living energetic beings, existing within the same electrical and energetic world that we do. Electroculture is a way of working with that world rather than pretending it isn't there.

Our houseplant antennas are made by hand using sacred geometry, natural wood, copper, quartz, and stones from the Earth. The copper antenna gathers energy from the aether and surrounding atmosphere, directing it down into the root zone where it becomes another source of energy for the plant, helping support stronger growth, greater vitality, and overall resilience. The quartz acts as a natural amplifier, strengthening the energetic exchange through its piezoelectric properties.

They are beautiful, but they aren't made simply to decorate a plant. There is intention behind every part of them.

Right now, our Aetheric Roots creations are carried in two Minnesota stores, and I’d love to see them find their way into a few more.

➡️ If you own a shop that carries handmade goods, plants, metaphysical or holistic offerings, or you personally know someone who does, I’d be delighted to connect.

I’m not looking to put these everywhere. I’d rather find the right little shops where something a bit outside the ordinary feels right at home.

And to everyone who has purchased one, shared them with someone, or supported our little family business as it grows, thank you.

It is such a beautiful thing to watch something we made with our own hands find its people. 🌿

08/20/2026

Some songs I write because something wants to be said.

Others I write because I desperately want to bottle up a tiny piece of my daughter's childhood and keep it forever. ❤️

Little Tree Whisperer is one of those.

My daughter has an absolutely abundant love for trees. Everywhere we go, she has to greet them. Even pulling into the grocery store, before I get her out of the car, I hear from the backseat:

“Go say hi to the trees!!!” 😂🌳

And we do.

She says hello. Pets them. Hugs them. Kisses them. Talks to them. She LOVES them.

And I know the trees love her right back.

Long before she was here, some friends had already nicknamed me the “tree whisperer.” I've heard the trees whisper and experienced their almost comical, joyful delight when someone approaches who actually sees them.

But with her?

Ohhhh, they know her. ❤️ And they are absolutely delighted by this little human who runs up to love them without hesitation.

THAT is where this song came from.

I wrote it from the trees' perspective. The maple sees her coming and tells the willow. The willow tells the pine. The pine tells the cedar. Until the news is moving through the trees...

“She's coming! She's coming!”

Because of course they remember her. Of course the trees she loved yesterday tell the trees she'll meet tomorrow.

There is a part of the song that says:

“You remember we're still living
You remember that we see
And that's why all the forest
Knows you're family”

And THAT is my daughter.

She hasn't forgotten.

She moves through the natural world as though its aliveness and consciousness are simply obvious.

Maybe because to her, they still are.

So I turned this little piece of her into a song. ❤️ The curly pigtails. Kisses pressed into bark. That little voice demanding we go say hello. And the absolute PARTY I know is happening among the trees when they see their little friend coming. 😂🌳🌲

Someday she won't be 2½ anymore.

But this will still be here.

A tiny piece of her childhood held inside a song.

A reminder that before she was old enough to wonder whether trees could hear her...

she already knew they could.

🌳❤️ You can listen to Little Tree Whisperer here:https://youtu.be/zvrKWtS-s7M?is=_aprJn0IzWEPIUUo

08/19/2026

08/07/2026

Those who have known me much of my life know that I have always been a writer, with a long lost love for singing.

And over the past year, both that I once loved found their way back to me.

Music. 🤍

And somewhere in that return, the medicine within words found a way to move. Through sound, they could reach places words alone sometimes cannot.

So quietly, another part of AETHERIC ROOTS has been taking form.

I’ve written many songs now. Songs for mothers, fathers, and babies. Songs about healing, breaking cycles, remembering, and finding our way back to one another. And joyful songs for Littles, born from raising my own little human. 🤍

Every lyric is my own writing, as is the creative and production direction. I use AI to give them voice and music, allowing me to bring into sound what I can hear and feel within me.

Many are on YouTube now, and some have made their way onto major music platforms.

But today, I want to share:

❤️‍🔥 THE MOTHERS ARE DROWNING ❤️‍🔥

I wrote this for the mothers carrying more than one heart was ever meant to hold alone.

For the mother everyone calls strong while she is quietly longing to be held.

For the mother who says, “I need a village,” and is given encouragement when what she actually needed was hands.

And for something I believe our bones remember:

Mothers were never meant to mother alone.

There were circles. Fires. Sisters, aunties, elders, hands that stayed. People who understood that when a child entered this world, the mother was sacred too.

Maybe some of what hurts so deeply in motherhood is the soul remembering what we have collectively forgotten.

Maybe healing isn’t about teaching mothers how to carry more.

Maybe it’s about remembering how to carry one another.

I’m not creating this music for recognition. I simply want it to travel where it is needed.

So if something within a song speaks to something within you, please share it. Send it to the person who enters your heart while listening.

Perhaps that is another kind of medicine too:

“I heard this, and I thought of you.”

May these songs find the souls they were written for.

And may we become the village we were all waiting for. 🤍

Full song:
https://open.spotify.com/track/1zoIwE7ZzfMFNoCgR6oT8L?si=9Qgo7VEsSPergiLu0AQWBQ&utm_source=copy-link&sci=spotify%3Acard-config%3A2wxKcJrUJqCl7jjkcE7jZe

05/10/2026

To all the mamas walking this beautiful, messy, sacred journey…
I see you. 🤍

The love you pour into your children, your homes, your healing, and this world matters more than you know. Even on the days you feel tired, unseen, or stretched thin… your presence is medicine.

May you remember today how deeply loved, powerful, and magical you truly are.

Happy Mama’s Day. 🌸
With so much love,
Kristen

05/06/2026

I’m feeling incredibly grateful today. ✨

A huge thank you to Midwest Witchery & Healing and Witch Jodi for featuring our Aetheric Roots electroculture plant rods in their Mother’s Day gift ideas video. It means so much to see our family-made creations shared by people who genuinely value magic, intention, healing, and small businesses. 🌿⚡

If you haven’t visited this enchanting little shop in Stillwater yet… it’s truly a must. The energy, the people, the handmade treasures, the feeling when you walk through the door… it’s one of those places that reminds you magic still exists in this world. ✨

Thank you for supporting our small family business, Aetheric Roots, and for helping these frequency-infused creations reach more homes, gardens, and hearts. We’re so grateful. 💚

12/31/2025

Happy Fake New Year! ✨

Right now, we are still deep in winter.
The land is resting. The trees are dreaming.
Nothing in nature is rushing to begin again.

Long before calendars were rewritten, the true New Year aligned with the return of life: spring, rebirth, and April 1st, when the earth awakens and creation starts to move forward once more.

Winter was never meant to demand productivity… it was meant for integration, rest, and remembering.

So if you’re feeling slow, inward, tender, or not quite ready to “start fresh,” you’re right on time. 🌙

Still... Happy New Year to you, wherever you are on your path. May this season soften you, not pressure you, and may the real beginnings arrive gently when they’re meant to.
🤍✨