Tick, tock, knock knock. Here comes that feeling of anticipation - that visceral alarm that something is brewing. Sometimes it comes in softly, like a whisper. Other times it takes the form of a brick wall and allows us to slam into it. Regardless of the vehicle or lesson, our invitation to RISE has arrived. Like the energy of potential that still rises from an extinct campfire, what looks like the end of a cycle carries the potential of new beginning. Each new season,

darkness becomes light anticipating, revealing, warming, lifting you are present, in this moment connected to all that came before and all who follow pausing, yet moving beauty, light, peace, stillness you witness the unfolding of the day awash in anticipation of what is to come seeing without understanding reverence, openness, love, awe you are effortless, succumbing reminded of your smallness and your importance sense of place, time fleeing feeling the Earth beneath and imm

I fondly remember the the distinct difference it made in my yoga practice the moment it was suggested that I feel the four outer points of the soles of my feet in contact with my mat. While this sounds like such a simple concept in retrospect, it’s something that had never before been brought to my attention, and I listened. Once I heard it, I couldn’t forget it. It took visualizing, sensing, and repeated practice for this simple shift to become habitual, and what a differenc

When I think about what is rising inside of me during this season, I can’t help but look at the proverbial elephant in the room – a paradox of emotions slinking beneath the surface of my everyday, dangerously close to coming into full display with the departure of my daughter to college. I am exceedingly excited for her and all the opportunities and experiences in front of her. I am incredibly proud of her determination and perseverance. I am eager for her to experience the j

This March marked the end of a prolonged journey in my life. It was the month my radiant mother passed away. What an educational, overwhelming, and awe-inspiring walk it was. Through it all my mom taught us all so much about riding life’s waves and living in the joy life brings. After the funeral I finally could sit down and catch my breath after five years of care taking. One of my first steps was getting back to the gym. After a much-needed workout, a friend and I were able

If I sang my first lesson in rising, it would sound like a fight song, an anthem, a victory march. Toughness flexes to the beat of Eye of the Tiger. Strength struts in the key of Don’t Stop Believin’. These were the early years when I thought there was a specific way to overcome the hard parts of life – the way of airtight conviction, relentless resolve, a singular push past pain on the number 8 of a 10-count. Battered and bloodied, exhausted but brave, one rises up – fierce

Jane Bernecky is a floral artist and boutique dahlia grower from western Pennsylvania. Her unique bouquets have touched thousands of lives through personal deliveries, events, and impromptu garden tours. She is a juried artisan member of the Pennsylvania Wilds Cooperative, a network of creative entrepreneurs, organizations and communities based in the PA Wilds, a premier outdoor recreation destination. Her creative journey began at an early age and has taken on many forms b