Think back to your childhood. How would you describe it? How would you describe yourself? How did it feel to be a kid? Adults often have a romanticized notion of childhood. As if being a kid is simple, carefree and easy. Was that your experience? Or do you feel sad or...
The first time I heard about ecstatic dance I rolled my eyes and shrugged it off as some hippie nonsense. I envisioned a bunch of people with lots of body hair pretentiously and annoyingly gyrating with cult-like verve, replete with body odor and intense eye contact....
I’m a worthless piece of shit. That’s the narrative that played in my unconscious mind for years. Though I was sometimes aware of feeling this way, I didn’t realize how it permeated everything I experienced until a cataclysmic event sent it careening to the surface of...
As a child, I loved playing with Matryoshka dolls. I would study each one, taking in the similarities and the slight differences between them. I was fascinated by how they fit into each other, how they were all separate but were also all one. Nowadays, when working...
What if you gave yourself permission to be beautiful? Not in the lofty sense of appreciating your “inner” beauty, but in a way that truly celebrates your physical beauty. It sounds simple but it’s not. At least not for many. Not in a culture that presents messages...
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