We are rooted, we are whole.
How would our days unfold if we treated ourselves as such? That we are complete, just as we are.
What could you do to love yourself from the inside out? Is it a satisfying meal, a hike up a mountain, reading a book to a child?
A good night’s sleep with lavender misted across your pillow and your dogs keeping you warm by your side?
Do you need to increase your heartrate and feel your body move against the Earth?
Can we slow our days down just enough to step into the rhythm of this mysterious life as it was given to us, not as we think it ought to be? Trusting life, our inner voices, and accepting ourselves as complete.
We are Love, we are Loved. We are Rooted, we are Whole. Let us care for ourselves and for each other as such.
I wrote the above on April 27, 2017 with the idea of this blog being a place for me to share my passion for life, nature, food and wellness. On May 24, 2017, I was diagnosed with infiltrating ductal carcinoma, the most common type of breast cancer.
As someone who takes self-care very seriously, this diagnosis came as a shock. Rooted and Whole was going to be a place where I could inspire others to eat well and live well. I am young, I have two young children, an amazing husband, I run, hike, practice yoga, grow a garden, commune with God, on and on and — what? Breast cancer?
The long awaited call came five days after my biopsy. “Mrs. Howard, we did find some cancer cells in your biopsy…,” said some man on the phone who I had never met.
Cancer? Breast cancer?
On June 30, 2017, I had a bilateral mastectomy.
This blog has taken a different turn before I even made my first post, but the goal is the same: take care of yourself and the ones you love – there is truly nothing more important or a greater gift.