W A S H I N G T O N , D C : I miss ya, I love ya, I’m packing my magic bag and coming for ya. Opportunities for in-person healing, growth & expansion ahead: ✨ 12.6.17 : Limited number of slots for 1:1 healing & guidance sessions. 150 minutes. Breathwork + energy work + intuitive counsel. ✨ 12.7.17 : Limited number of slots for 1:1 breathwork sessions. 90 minutes. ✨ 12.8.17 : One space available for a 1:1 in-person immersion, full or half day. ✨ 12.9.17 : Honoring the Fertile Dark. Sacred Pause & Mini-Retreat for Women. Breath work + energy work + movement + ritual + healing the self + healing the sisterhood. Max capacity: 13. ✨ 12.10.17 : Breathwork Healing Group. Come one, come all. ✨ Let’s clear some clutter and gain some clarity, yes? More details coming soon; feel free to ping me if you’re interested in grabbing a slot. Can’t wait to commune with my East Coast fam.
✨H O M E ✨ . Finding a place to live in the Bay Area is a THING, they said. And you have a dog? Whew boy. . They weren't lying. I'm super picky about spaces bc they really matter to me & I work from home & Taurus is my rising sign, so #creaturecomforts. But I just decided, after 2+ years without a home, to find an impossibly perfect one with light and a garden and a bathtub and a parking space and appliances younger than me in the most challenging rental market in the country on a non-tech-millionaire budget. . We looked & looked. I really believe in my ability to do hard things and I don't buy into it can't be done. But nothing was it. Two weeks ago as yet another temporary sublet was coming to a close, I began aching with longing. I cried tears of discouragement more than once; I questioned my life choices. . On Halloween as I was walking to the store to buy some special items for my ancestral altar (as you do), a homeless man channeled my grandfather. It's a long story but he mumbled in a drunken yet friendly way *very* particular words to me. I could feel the supportive presence all around; I burst into tears. Why are you sad? they said. Do you want to ask us for help? I sobbed and told them about how I want to move forward & do big things & be of service but I need roots. Suddenly I felt so calm. . I got back from my walk to an email about the first house I'd loved, which was mysteriously back on the market after disappearing. Did we want to come see it that day? Yes. It's $500 out of our budget but yes. . As we walked through I closed my eyes and heard music playing, felt the space full of people gathered in love, smelled my cooking smells. Hummingbirds darted through the garden and I could feel my hands in the planter beds. We said we'd take it for $500 less than they wanted. Somehow we knew it was ours, it would be okay. Two days later on the Taurus Full Moon they said yes. . So: we have a home. We move in this week. And I'm so grateful & can't wait for everyone to come visit bc we also have a guest room which I didn't even expect but apparently is meant to be part of the deal. (Also, if your soul longs for something, don't be afraid to ask.)
#goals #howtantrikasdie . For the third time in my life, a beloved friend sent me this little poem with a made-me-think-of-you. (This one, as seen on the walls at Brown Downtown tasting room in Napa.) THREE SEPARATE FRIENDS. Same obscure poem. . I got all bristle-y and defensive at first. I'm trying! Shouted my mad part. I'm trying to BE RESPONSIBLE and CONTAINED and PRUDENT! I am on time A LOT! My relationship is REAL! And have you even NOTICED that I don't drink as much anymore? Huff huff huff puff huff. . But. I couldn't be mad for long. Because let's be real, I'm not really trying to be those things. Not that hard. I'm trying only to be more me and more loving everyday. And as I am frequently late (and working on it all the time! you should have seen me a decade ago!), perpetually in love (v consistent in this one area) and more than occasionally drunk on something (breath, yoga, dance, plant medicine, sex, nature, sancerre), well... to be seen as someone who will die as she lives? I'll take it. Here's to my fellow full-tilt livers. May we all flame out brilliantly. . #atticus #atticuspoetry #loveherwild
How we prefer to do #halloweekend. . I'm an extrovert and I love a good party, but this time of year calls me to introversion and ancestral connection. The veils between the realms are thinning as we speak, and I can feel all of those who have come before. All those who-- as my friend & counselor @beccapiastrelli reminds me-- struggled and hid what wasn't safe and saved themselves and survived, so that I could be here today. . So I sit by these crashing waves and imagine the misty moors my great great great great great grandmothers stood on, their hair whipping wildly in the wind. The songs they sang and the things they knew. I feel endless gratitude for this wisdom that lives in my cells, and even more for this ridiculously well-resourced life I live now. The one in which I can express myself and work my magic and heal and grow out in the open. It's not perfect, obviously. But when I feel into the women of the past 3000 years? We have it pretttty good. . So I recommit to using this time I have to clear the pain and release the wounds of centuries. Because I am willing, and ever and always learning how possible that is. . You guys look so great in your costumes. Like, amazing. I'm jealous; I wish I had come up with something creative & awesome this year. (Next year, I'm ON IT.) And also, if you find a minute, press your ear against the glass and listen for the whispers.
With every breath I take of this smoky air, I am reminded that our land is on fire. My head aches, my eyes burn, my throat is scratchy from the blanket of chemical-laden haze. ⠀ I feel the sadness. Stand close to the loss. Send beams of courage & love to those in the midst. Donate my pile of clothes to the shop around the corner gathering supplies for evacuees. ⠀ ⠀ And then there’s an internal debate: do I stay and breathe this air, if I don’t have to? (It’s been declared “very unhealthy.” Unprecedented. Close your windows, they say. Avoid physical exertion of any kind. Buy a mask. Don’t let your pets run outdoors.)⠀ ⠀ There are so many others, just north of me, breathing worse air than this. All while knowing the things they love have burned to a crisp or may at any moment. Is my breathing this air a way of not running, a way of feeling their pain, of communing?⠀ ⠀ Do we all breathe this air— thick with the toxins released by burning plastic and chemicals and car parts and electronics and human waste— together? To atone for our mistakes?⠀ ⠀ Or do we take care of our precious bodies, find cleaner air, sit & breathe for a while, and then return to the fray once the ash has settled?⠀ ⠀ The questions are hot in my system. I don’t know the answers. But I do know there is something else burning inside of me. A sacred rage, which feels ancient but newly raw. Tucked away perhaps for centuries.⠀ ⠀ Not anymore. I’m noticing EVERYTHING. Like the smoke in my lungs, things I was previously willing to turn away from are scratching at my heart.⠀ ⠀ Last weekend I couldn’t help but see the Blue Angels in the sky, showing off their flight maneuvers for no particular reason other than they can. Burning an estimated 7200 gallons of jet fuel per hour. Which costs about $37,500. Per HOUR. (Why aren’t they flying to Puerto Rico? Why aren’t they scooping up those piles of food and medicine, bottle-necked at ports due to lack of delivery fuel?)⠀ ⠀ We are increasing regulation around birth control and abortion and simultaneously de-funding support to impoverished children. (You have to have that baby you can’t afford and then sorry, you’re on your own.) ... (cont in comments...)
I can't be sure, but I think if we all had friends who would sing us lullabies (via voice memo) when we're cracked and tender at the end of a hard day, we'd be less likely to hurt each other. Have that friend. Be that friend. It's a place to start. . I love you, @coachcoco. Thank you to the moon and back three times.