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Why do I feel so ____?

I’ve found the answer to be, more and more and more, ‘Go outside.’

 

Camp Moonrise 2017

It’s been two weeks since Camp Moonrise. 18 adventurous women cavorting in the woods for 4 days. It was pretty fuckin’ magical.

The wheels are already in motion for next year- and I am so honored and touched that this resonates so deeply with so many.

 

Resist.

It’s been 158 days, and it’s still not normal.

This list, by Yale Professor Timothy Snyder, is from “Fighting Authoritarianism: 20 Lessons From The 20th Century”.

Resist.

Embrace the Extra

Guess being extra is ‘in’ now?

So, uh, yay?

Week 21 of 2017

Every day, a new awful. I’m having a hard time keeping track of all the things rich white men can get away with. It’s a weird headspace to be in, trying to honor the shadow-shit-parts and also allow for laughter and light.

Some people are saying that joy is resistance, but damn if it ain’t hard.

There is no Planet B.

In honor of Earth Day and the March for Science.

There’s A Butt Moon On The Rise

So I designed a mug.

 

 

You probably need one in every color.

Go ahead, don’t be shy.

 

 

Today’s Magic

What are you asking for?

 

Words By Tracy McMillan

Source: Words Of Women on Instagram

How’s the pressure?

After many years living with a constant, back-burner desire to learn massage, I began class last week at a great little school in downtown Oakland.

I am excited about this endeavor for many reasons, and I’ve seen them all close-up as my aunt has been a therapist for nearly two decades.

I’m excited about how much independence and flexibility I will be afforded. I’m looking forward to cultivating my own style and practice, and being able to use it as a transferable skill, in work trade and as gift. It’s a bit of a headtrip, though. I’ve spent years working from a place in my head, creating a language and classroom culture all based in verbal communication. Massage therapy school (once the immense amount of new information gets processed and synthesized) is requiring me to come from a deeper, quieter place. A slowing down, tactile, grounded place. I’ve noticed my yearning for this lately, as I’m also returning to dance after years off. There’s been an internal shift and I am welcoming it.

 

It also doesn’t hurt that I will be receiving bodywork at least once a week for the next year or so, especially during a sustained national crisis (that is seriously affecting me at a cellular level).

Plus, I miss being in a learning environment.