Lexi VanRose

Soooo ready to paddleboard again. 🤍

I’ve been thinking a lot about my practicum for my yoga teacher certification, and it all keeps coming back to Root to Rise. Supported. Active. Standing. Receiving. Finding support so we can continue to rise.

It’s funny, I felt this the whole 7 miles down the river.

This summer has stretched me in ways I never expected. Yoga teacher training, being open to stepping into a new role as a stepmom, learning to stress and strengthen my body so it can soften and relax, and continuing to push past what I thought was possible.

I’m learning that growth isn’t always about becoming someone new. Sometimes it’s about becoming more yourself.

You have to try a new path to be on a new path.

Super excited to see where the rest of this summer goes. ✨

The cutest town, bike friendly, and we camped down by the river in the van (thanks, Pops and Mom 🤍). We rode into downtown in about 10 minutes.

Friday night the rain came out of nowhere 😂 Thankfully we had a waterproof blanket and found a little shelter until a dry pocket came through. We still caught some fireworks while lightning lit up the sky all around us. The thunder was rollinnnggg, so we biked back to camp just in time for the downpour.

Definitely one of those weekends I’ll never forget.

Love you, Jake L Page 🤍

Lately I’ve just been feeling really grateful.

Grateful for the people who’ve stayed close through the hard seasons, celebrated the good ones, and reminded me that I never have to do life alone.

From grieving my dad, healing my foot, and now stepping into yoga teacher training, this season has been one of so much growth. Looking back, I can see how every chapter has been leading me here.

Thank you to Jake, my friends, and everyone who’s walked alongside me. I don’t take it for granted.

Here’s to healing, friendship, love, and continuing to find a way forward. 🤍

There’s something really powerful about being in rooms like this lately…

People showing up as they are
Learning
Trying
Not having it all figured out

Today was Kayla’s first class after graduating YTT at North Mass, and you could feel it…
that mix of nerves, growth, and stepping into something new

And it made me realize—

none of us are waiting until we feel “ready”

we’re just… doing it anyway

showing up with the doubt
showing up with the excitement
showing up with whatever is there

This is the kind of space I’ve been craving more of

where you don’t have to be perfect to begin

just willing 🤍

I’ve been building a cleaning business for years.

And I’m proud of it… it’s taught me discipline, consistency, and how to take care of people.

But if I’m honest—
that’s not what my soul is here to teach long term.

I’m more interested in the mind.
The body.
The patterns we get stuck in.

I’ve lived addiction.
I’ve lived the feeling of being completely disconnected from myself.

And I’ve also lived what it feels like to come back. Slowly. Imperfectly. But for real.

Lately, I’ve been feeling pulled toward creating space for women who want that too.
Not perfection.
Not pressure.
Just… a place to reconnect and rebuild trust with themselves.

I’m still in my yoga training, still learning, still deepening.
But I’m not waiting to start becoming this version of me.

If this resonates, I’d love to hear where you’re at in your own journey 🤍

In a space of women, something ancient softens and rises at the same time.

Movement becomes language.
Laughter becomes medicine.
And the parts of us we’ve kept quiet begin to feel safe enough to return.

There’s a kind of power that isn’t loud —
it’s gentle, grounded, and deeply present.

A reminder that we don’t need to perform to belong.
We don’t need to harden to be strong.

When we’re met with openness, we remember who we are.

Grateful for this space,
for these women,
and for what came back to life in me. 🌿🤍

Made it to paradise. 🌿

I arrived just as the rain rolled in and got completely caught in it as I was relaxing just taking in all the beauty. At first I laughed… then I realized it was exactly what I needed. A full reset. A literal cleansing to begin this week.

I’ve been in a season of building, creating, and holding a lot in my life. This retreat felt like a call to pause, breathe, move my body, and reconnect with the quieter voice inside me that knows the way forward. Being here in the mountains of Costa Rica, hearing the river rush over the stones, already feels like medicine.

So grateful to the beautiful women hosting this space at Heaven and Earth Sanctuary for creating something so intentional and sacred.

And thank you to everyone who supports me and follows my journey — whether it’s through my art, writing, or just cheering me on from afar. Your encouragement means more than you know.

Most of all, thank you to my love, Jake for always believing in me and supporting these wild, beautiful adventures of growth. ❤️

This week I’m here to listen, to create, and to let whatever is ready to emerge… emerge.

Pura vida. ✨

TWO DREAMS UNLOCKED IN ONE WEEK. ✨

My book “Rising Forward: A Poetic Journey” was accepted into the local authors section at the library I grew up going to with my mom… and today Artistically Clean LLC officially became a Certified Women-Owned Business (WBE) in the State of Indiana.

Same week.
Two completely different dreams.
Both built slowly over years of showing up.

One through words and art.
One through building a business from the ground up.

From cleaning homes and learning every detail of the work… to now being a state-certified woman-owned enterprise providing janitorial and building cleaning services.

Proof that you can build more than one dream at the same time.

Still processing this moment and feeling incredibly grateful. 🤍

Onward.

Pause for a moment.
Feel where your body is touching the ground.
Let your shoulders drop just a little.

Take a slow breath in through your nose.
Long exhale through your mouth.
Do that again.

Nothing needs fixing right now.
Your body already knows how to settle when it feels safe enough.

If there’s tension, let it be there without arguing with it.
If there’s ease, notice where it lives.
Warmth. Weight. Softness.

I invite good energy in by slowing down.
By listening instead of pushing.
By choosing presence over pressure.

May my nervous system remember that this moment is okay.
May my body feel supported.
May what’s meant for me arrive gently.

Save this if your body needs a softer day 🤍

This year has been one of the hardest of my life.
And somehow, I knew it would be.

The last two years have tested me beyond anything I thought I could hold. Everything I’ve seen, everywhere I’ve been, every version of myself I’ve had to meet — I can’t imagine my life without those experiences now. I’ve made peace with what I’ve walked through, even the parts that hurt.

I also see how there are still pieces of me I’m afraid to release.
Not because they’re good for me, but because they’ve been with me for so long.
Sometimes our attachments hide what we need to see.
Sometimes memories feel real enough to mistake for destiny.

But I know now — memory isn’t the end goal.
And comfort isn’t always home.

There is more for me to witness, more for me to become.
That’s why this butterfly effect painting poured out of me so naturally.

I see the butterfly effect everywhere in my life now — how one moment shifts everything, how one person changes the trajectory, how sometimes I play the villain in someone else’s story, sometimes the antagonist, sometimes the protagonist.

But always… the main character in my own becoming.

And we all are.

We move through each other’s lives, multiplying energy, altering timelines, leaving imprints that matter. If even one soul were removed from the equation, everything would be different.

I’m deeply grateful for every soul who has crossed my path —
the ones from my past, and the ones I haven’t met yet.

This painting holds that truth.
The yellows, the oranges, the blues.
The butterfly wrapped in darkness, yet flaring with color.
Light and shadow intertwined, shaping what we see, who we become, and what we dare to feel.

This is the butterfly effect of my life —
not just survival, but transformation.

🦋✨ This paintings isn’t finished, but wanted to share how much I’ve gotten done since the snow storm.