Women make magic, women made me
My Bestie loves to say I’m her rolling stone that collects no moss. I like to say that I am more like a starfish just floating along until I find something else to cling to. Sometimes it makes me giggle, but other times it makes me feel flighty, like I can’t commit to any one thing.
“What should I DO with my life?” I will ask her.
“Honey, you can DO anything and everything! Massage, flowers, decorating, photography, birth work, party planner…the list goes on. You are like a handyman, but in best friend form!”
“Well that isn’t a thing! I can’t advertise that I am the best-best friend!”
Let’s be real, she isn’t wrong. If you need it, I can usually do it, and if I don’t already have your desired skill in my tool belt, I will learn and be ready for next time.
For many years I have found myself in this holding pattern of not knowing what I want to do with my life, what direction I want to go or how I want to make my mark on this world. I would call myself a life long learner with a particular interest in arts, science and women. Now, here I am 44 years old, starting a business and remembering I am exactly who have always been but with more lived experience.
It all started with a little girl who could hear the whispers of the wind, talked to (and licked) rocks, and intuitively knew where all your chakras were. I spent recess spinning in circles trying to create a tornado or observing ants. When I was home I loved sitting with my mama and aunties listening to the their stories & gossip, giving them energy work sessions, and creating prototypes of shoes for walking on water. I’m not sure if these things make me crazy, whimsical or a scientist, but I do know I’ve never stoped loving or practicing any of them.
I would say I was raised in a matriarchal community, overshadowed by patriarchy. The women in my family can do anything and everything but make (and keep) a fucking dollar. These ladies are creatives, caretakers, bodyworkers, lovers and fighters. They are fiercely protective, absolute magic and the most influential people in my life. I had a front row seat to their trials and tribulations, watched them stretch and grow. Not only did I watch, but I learned how to listen, read between the lines, and how to give/receive advice. They also taught me, by example, that I can do absolutely anything.
And do you know what? They adore me! God do they make me feel loved, supported and special! They treat me like I am sunshine after a gloomy day, like everything I do is incredible, like I am still that little girl. It’s no wonder why I am obsessed by how amazing women are.
Anyhow, stepping back into bodywork feels like a homecoming. I get to play with crystals, my hands get hot, auras fill my vision and I get this feeling like I am in a cosmic embrace. Maybe its my own little womb, a place to heal and grow and rewire nervous systems. I feel love pouring in and flowing through me. It is beautiful and has been a long time coming.
