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<div class="editor-content"><p style="line-height: 1.38"><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">How do you want to feel this month? </span></p><p style="line-height: 1.38"></p><p style="line-height: 1.38"><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">Might I capture your attention, however you are today? May I invite us all to consider the act of rooting for oneself this month a multifaceted one that reaches far beyond just feet in the earth and head held high? May it also ground us just enough to transcend our own expectation of ourselves, our own self limiting beliefs, and find peace of mind amongst each other and the wild things.&nbsp;</span></p><br><p style="line-height: 1.38"><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://fwfg.com/programs/collection-nourish-series?category_id=15022"><strong>Nourish starts April 10th - check out the series now and mark your calendar for this week long group challenge!<span style="font-size: 12pt; "> </span></strong></a></p><p style="line-height: 1.38"></p><p style="line-height: 1.38"><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">In addition to a focused Find What Feels Good practice - allow yourself to be drawn to nature this month and may it restore and reset your mind.&nbsp;</span></p><p style="line-height: 1.38"></p><p style="line-height: 1.38"><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">Invite your friends to FWFG! </span></p><p style="line-height: 1.38"></p><p style="line-height: 1.38"><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">Rooting for you always,&nbsp;</span></p><p style="line-height: 1.38"><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">Adriene</span></p><p style="line-height: 1.38"></p><p style="line-height: 1.38"><em><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">Poem Read:&nbsp;</span></em></p><br><p style="line-height: 1.38"><em><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">The Peace Of Wild Things, By Wendall Berry&nbsp;</span></em></p><br><p style="line-height: 1.38"><em><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">When despair for the world grows in me</span></em></p><p style="line-height: 1.38"><em><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">and I wake in the night at the least sound</span></em></p><p style="line-height: 1.38"><em><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,</span></em></p><p style="line-height: 1.38"><em><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">I go and lie down where the wood drake</span></em></p><p style="line-height: 1.38"><em><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.</span></em></p><p style="line-height: 1.38"><em><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">I come into the peace of wild things</span></em></p><p style="line-height: 1.38"><em><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">who do not tax their lives with forethought</span></em></p><p style="line-height: 1.38"><em><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">of grief. I come into the presence of still water.</span></em></p><p style="line-height: 1.38"><em><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">And I feel above me the day-blind stars</span></em></p><p style="line-height: 1.38"><em><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">waiting with their light. For a time</span></em></p><br><p style="line-height: 1.38"><em><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.</span></em></p><br></div>