Britta's Secret Garden: Wildpreneur/Biomimic

Britta's Secret Garden: Wildpreneur/Biomimic

I was starving…for two essential things. Nutrition and a true friend. After several years of jungle living, my relentless focus on building the Tailwind Jungle Lodge had seriously compromised my health and my social life (don’t make this mistake, balance is key!). Exhausted, I finally hired on some helping hands, learned to delegate, and sought a healthier routine. My first stop? A new farmer’s market that had just been created in the Sayulita, a nearby surfing community.

As I meandered through the colorful market, I gravitated towards on stand that was piled high with radiant organic greens—what delight to find kale after years of enduring iceberg lettuce! Beneath the table, a golden retriever wagged her tail happily while a naturally beautiful young woman stood behind the table wearing a charmingly tattered straw hat and a warm smile.

“I think I need to know you…” I said to her as I gave her pouch help out her paw to shake hands.

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Forest Bathing with a Musical Squirrel

Forest Bathing with a Musical Squirrel

What the heck was that? I strained my ears to hear, it sounded as though a child was attempting to play clumsy chopsticks on the piano. But how could that be? This old house has a piano, but me and my snoring old yellow lab Paris were the only occupants at the moment. Or so I thought? As the mysterious notes continued, I tip toed down the stairs. Ah ha! I’m not sure who was more surprised—me or the squirrel bouncing over the keys.

The Beetthoven squirrel jumped off the piano, out the window and scurried into the woods. Intrigued, I sprang into pursuit. Of course, the squirrel disappeared into the forest before I could even slip on my shoes. Paris ambled down the stairs and looked up at me groggily.

“Well, why don’t we follow the musical squirrel into the forest?” I asked Paris. Her ears perked up and she wagged slowly in response.

As we ventured into the New England forest, my delight from the unique squirrel encounter turned into awe at the natural beauty around me. As we wandered, listened, sniffed and felt the leaves, I began to practice what was recently described to me as “forest bathing.”

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