Blog Post #6: Laying the base / Muladhara chakra of my yoga studio—and my own trust.

“Om Gam Ganapataye Namaha — I call upon the remover of obstacles to guide me through this journey.”

The tiny home story ended with my permit approval—and now, the real work begins. The land is ready to be cleared, and the very first step into this building journey was my septic system.

I had been in contact with Arizona Wastewater Systems. They had already done my perk test, designed the septic, and were ready to install the entire above-ground system. Just six days after the permit was approved, they stepped in and started digging on July 5. At that moment I thought: Wow, this house is going to be done in three months. Everything was moving so quickly—life, Spirit, God, Source was on my side.

I honor Jeff ☀️ and Dan, the father–son team who became the very first subcontractors I hired. They were genuine, kind, and patient—guiding me, a first-time woman homeowner-builder with no idea what she was doing. They made this daunting step feel blissful, and I knew then: the path of building my home would be filled with blessings.

With the septic in, the next step was to dig the foundation. I hired an excavator, only to be told the land hadn’t even been surveyed yet. Surveyed? I had no idea that came first. I learned the hard way that a survey cost $6,500 and required a three-week wait. Three weeks—just for some stakes in the ground.

Those were my first tears.

I had been soaring with excitement, and suddenly I was grounded by the reality of construction. This was my first true lesson in patience. I kept asking myself: What am I to learn here? Why does this waiting feel so hard? And slowly, I realized—it was teaching me surrender.

By the third week of August, the excavator returned and began digging. But then his hydraulics broke down. The back of my foundation—the yoga studio, the dining room, the deck area—was still solid Sedona red rock, untouched. He threw in the towel and quit. My rebar was due to arrive Monday, and this was Thursday. I broke down in tears again.

But Spirit had other plans.

I reached out for help and was connected with a man named Poncho. His advice was simple: “Go rent a 100-pound hammer drill. I’ll send some guys tomorrow.”

And so I did. On Friday morning, three men and I began hammering and digging into the unforgiving red rock. We worked for 12 hours in the blazing heat, sweat soaking our clothes, hands blistered, but the work was happening. Saturday morning, only one man showed up. That left just the two of us.

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It was over 100 degrees. I was filthy, exhausted, and sat down many times ready to quit. Tears rolled down my face as I thought: I can’t do this. This isn’t possible.

And then it hit me—of course this is how it was meant to be. A machine was never going to dig the foundation (the root - the Muladhara) of my yoga studio. I was. With my own two hands, my own sweat and tears, I was laying the roots of this sacred space. The yoga studio represents the base chakra, the grounding, the foundation—and it was me, not anyone else, who was meant to dig it.

So I picked up the shovel again. And I dug. And dug. And dug.

By Sunday, we finished. Monday, the rebar went in. And in that moment, something shifted inside of me. If I could dig the foundation of my own home and yoga studio, I could do anything.

I no longer doubted. I didn’t need a contractor, I didn’t need someone else to lead this build. I could do it.

Life will always bring obstacles—delays, breakdowns, challenges—not to defeat us but to strengthen us. To make us reach deeper into our own grit and spirit. The lesson is always there if we pause and ask: What am I to learn from this?

And now, I can proudly say: I dug the foundation of my yoga studio. My own hands, heart, and spirit are in those walls. No storm, no tear, no hardship can shake it.

“I trust the process. I trust the path. I trust myself.”

✨ Lesson Takeaway

Sometimes the obstacles are the initiation. What looks like a setback may be the invitation to go deeper, to discover your own strength, and to lay down roots with your own hands. Trust the delays, the struggles, the sweat and tears—they are part of your foundation.