📓 The Grove Journal

Stories with feeling. Reflections that root. A place to breathe and bloom.

This isn’t a newsletter. It’s not a blog post dressed up in perfection.
It’s a quiet corner of Essence Grove™ where thoughts are shared with open hands and tender hearts.

Some entries are soft.
Some are fierce.
Some are just messy and honest.
All of them are real.

Here, you’ll find stories of healing, creative sparks, quiet lessons, and emotional truths.
This is where we speak from the heart, not the headline.
Where we write through the storm, the stillness, and the soil.

Come as you are.
Read what you need.
Return when you're ready.

You’re safe in the Grove now.

C'Anna Hanser 4/16/25 C'Anna Hanser 4/16/25

What I Couldn't Be Then, I'm Learning to Be Now

I used to think I was broken beyond repair. But I wasn’t.
I was just buried beneath silence, spiraling thoughts, and fear dressed up as strength.
This year, I’m fighting like hell to show up—not just for others, but for myself.
Because the safety I once needed... I’m becoming that now.

C'Anna Hanser 4/8/25 C'Anna Hanser 4/8/25

Aunt C’Anna’s Reminder — This Week Matters.

Aunt C’Anna here with a reminder…

My name, face, and story are out there—because my wildflowers needed to find me.

But that doesn’t mean everyone belongs in the Grove.

This week is all about internet safety—and it’s personal.

Because even I get messages from people who don’t belong here.

Creeps, bots, scammers… I call them what they are: evil Vireya.

Invasive. Unwelcome. Blocked.

If it feels off—it probably is.

You don’t owe anyone access to your light.

Protect your peace. Report. Block. Move on.

Only kindness takes root here.

Only wildflowers belong.

C'Anna Hanser 4/5/25 C'Anna Hanser 4/5/25

The Grove I’m Growing

📖 Dear Diary,

I’ve been thinking a lot about where all of this is going.

Essence Grove started as a story—something to help me through the hard days, the heavy feelings, the moments I thought might swallow me whole.

But the truth is… it’s become so much more than that.
It’s my hope.
My soft place to land.
My safe space.

And maybe—just maybe—it could be yours too.

I used to wish for a place to just feel.
To breathe.
To exist without pretending.

I never really found it… so I started creating it.
Piece by piece.
Page by page.
Wish by wish.

And now, the Grove is growing—because others like you are showing up with open hearts and big dreams too.

So if you’re here reading this—thank you.
You’re part of something that matters.

Love,
Aunt C’Anna

C'Anna Hanser 4/3/25 C'Anna Hanser 4/3/25

A Letter to the Ones Still Learning to Speak

I invite you to practice with me:

🌿 Put one hand on your heart.
🌿 Feel the breath move in, and gently out.
🌿 Name 5 things you see.
🌿 Name 4 things you can touch.
🌿 Name 3 things you hear.
🌿 Name 2 things you can smell.
🌿 Name 1 thing you are thankful for.

Now say softly:
“I am safe to speak. I am safe to grow. I am allowed to feel joy.”

Even if your voice shakes, it’s still yours.
And I promise you—someone needs to hear what only you can say.