GreenPineTreeStudio

meditation sound bath mindful art

Sound is medicine.

Art is expression.

Rest is your birthright.

A place to rest, soften, and return to yourself.
Through yoga nidra, sound baths, and guided art experiences, you’re invited into moments of deep calm and creative presence. These offerings are designed for all ages, all bodies, all backgrounds, and all levels of experience—no fixing, striving, or performing required. Come exactly as you are and be held in rest, sound, and imagination.

Hi, I’m Stacey

I live in Greenville, South Carolina with my husband, son, and our little pound puppy. I'm on a continual journey toward wholeness, and I’m passionate about sharing thoughts and information on everything that makes the days better.

A few years ago, I realized I was living off adrenaline and cortisol in a constant state of fight-or-flight. I was tired but couldn’t rest, anxious about anything and everything, my mind felt constantly scrambled, and it was starting to manifest in my body in a weary, bone-tired way. I knew it wasn’t sustainable and that something was going to have to change, but I couldn’t figure out where to go. After a lot of time spent in silence with my feet in the grass, I discovered that the soundbite of “mind/body/spirit connection” is actually true, and that caused me to return to a neglected yoga practice that began 25 years ago, as well as seeking out authors and teachers through whom I learned a better way to approach my life.

Letting Go and Leaning In

Søren Kierkegaard: "There are two ways to be fooled. One is to believe what isn't true; the other is to refuse to believe what is true." This was intended to be a lighthearted post about looking with excitement into the coming year, and I promise we'll get there. But first, I was shelving books the other day and ran across this quote in the flyleaf of one of those adorable little cozy mystery novels. Incongruous. Not where you typically encounter Regency-era Danish philosop

Dec 17, 20253 min read

Under the Tuscan Sun: A Book Review

I remember when I first came across this book. I was on a ski trip with my study abroad program in Italy (which was definitely not as glamorous as it sounds - I spent most of my time in plough position on the bunny hill). One of the professors was reading this now classic and, as I wanted to be just like her, I immediately bought my own copy from the English language shelf in the bookstore when I got back to Scandicci. I'm not sure if it was because of the stage of life I wa

Dec 1, 20251 min read

Some Days Are Like That

Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by Judith Viorst "I went to sleep with gum in my mouth and now there's gum in my hair and when I got out of bed this morning, I tripped on the skateboard and by mistake I dropped my sweater in the sink while the water was running and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day." -Alexander We've all had them... That day that maybe started out fine but then went downhill. Or alternativ

Nov 12, 20252 min read

For the Ones Who Live on Their Own Terms

Free spirit. That is how my dad always described his sister-in-law. When she came up in conversation – usually because of something she had generously, courageously, or joyfully done with laughter and a bit of colorful language – he would shake his head and say, “That’s Johnnie…a free spirit if I ever saw one.” I love her larger-than-life laughter, often at herself. She loves absurdity, nature, and reading. Even as I decided to share Aunt Johnnie with you, I have a hard t

Oct 23, 20252 min read

"Season of Mist and Mellow Fruitfulness"

"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run" I'm not a huge reader of the Romantic poets, but something seems to happen to me at the beginning of every October. The first few lines of John Keats's Ode to Autumn start whispering around in my head when the evenings cool, and I find myself wanting to sit on the porch at dusk with a glass o

Oct 16, 20252 min read