What are your rituals?

What are your rituals?

I've been struggling to be consistent with my wellness practices lately.


Way too much screen time, overwhelmed by the numerous horrors of our world, less movement, less sunshine...it's honestly been a recipe for disaster.


But it's not really been a disaster so much as it's been a slow and steady stroll away from the balance of structure and fluidity that I know is so helpful to my health.


And because I'm human, when I get off-track, it can feel really cumbersome to consider how to get back on.


Even though I know in my bones that wellness (and life!) is nuanced and is never an all-or-nothing sort of thing, I (especially when overwhelmed) can pretty easily latch onto binary thinking.

Where do you find beauty?

Where do you find beauty?

Here's a (not so) secret thing about me: I love the musical Wicked.


This actually might be one of the least interesting things about me, since almost everyone I know loves that show. But when I say I love it, I mean I can never and will never get enough of it.


When I first saw it live, I was in absolute awe. I'd already memorized the soundtrack, and to see it in front of me in all its glory was indescribable.


The beauty of it made me weep. The visuals, the sounds, the story...it was sensory overload in the exact way I never knew I needed.


And now, 16 years later, whenever I listen to the soundtrack, I still cry.


This happened again this week, when I was in the car on my way to an appointment.

Are you always "on"?

Are you always "on"?

In one of my previous jobs, I worked as a supervisor to a team of 3. It was incredibly rewarding, and also came with some new challenges.


One of those challenges hit me square in the face one day when I took a half-day off from work.


A supervisee texted me a question, and I begrudgingly responded. I thought, this person needs to know this answer, so I should help them out, even though I'm technically off the clock (and even though there's upper management who's available to support in my absence).


And then they texted me again with a follow-up question. I again responded, this time even more irritated.


I felt increasingly resentful as the conversation went on. They know I'm not working right now, why do they keep texting me?!


And then it hit me.

Why bisexuality isn’t binary (and actually subverts it instead)

Being bisexual in a relationship that “looks straight” has come with a complex mixture of privilege and erasure.

As a cis woman in a monogamous partnership with a cis man, most people assume that I am straight, and many would likely be surprised (or confused) knowing that I am not. 

And I want to first acknowledge that because of my current partnership, I do experience many privileges—increased safety, less discrimination, making people comfortable by fitting in with expectations and (hetero)normativity, and more.

And also, these heteronormative assumptions come with downsides, too. I walk through the world knowing that part of me is constantly erased, that outsiders assume they know me and which “box” I fit into.

It means wrestling with a good deal of imposter syndrome, not feeling “queer enough,” and rarely feeling fully seen.

It often means internally struggling with “what’s the point?” when it comes to coming out…even though, when I’m most grounded in myself and the fullness of who I am, I easily know why it would feel most honoring of who I am for my complete identity to be witnessed (by those who will hold it safely and compassionately). 

(Also, it’s definitely worth noting that the assumption of straightness is made of people with a variety of sexual identities, too—this experience isn’t unique to bisexuality.)

Being assumed straight as a bisexual has also prompted curiosity around (and frustration with) monogamy culture and why we constantly think we understand people’s identities based on who they’re partnered with. My relationship doesn’t define me, and your relationship status doesn’t define you, either. 

I don’t know who still needs to hear this, but you are a whole goddamn person, whether you’re single, dating, sexually active or not, asexual, demisexual, monogamously or non-monogamously partnered, or anything in between or outside of…and while these may sometimes feel like they might provide some descriptors of your vast identity, never do they paint the whole picture.

Often, the assumptions we make about people are so that we can fit people into restrictive boxes…so that they “make sense” to us. This is especially true when it comes to gender—from baby “gender” reveals (which should actually be called “sex reveals”), to colors, toys, and clothes categorized as “boy” or “girl,” to most bathrooms being labeled in binary terms, to most paperwork capturing demographic info only using “M” or “F,” to the constant need to know “what” someone is (usually only meaning “male or female,” and usually really asking what sex someone was assigned at birth)…even to the ways we call nonhuman animals “it” until we can identify their genitals reinforces the value that the gender binary has in our oppressive minority-world culture.

From the absurd “difficulty” (*cue my huge eye roll*) people have with using the correct pronouns for people to the high murder rates of trans and gender nonconforming people, the gender binary is restrictive, inaccurate, and violent.

As a cis woman, I cannot begin to know what trans people experience on a daily basis. In our binary structures, I am immensely privileged, both as a cisgender person and someone in a relationship that appears to be straight.

And I also have been able to explore how my bisexual identity can be a part of subverting the limited boxes our binary systems try to place us in. 

Here, it’s important to acknowledge a few things. There is still absolutely transphobia and trans discrimination within the bisexual community that needs to consistently be reckoned with (including how bisexuals need to better align with trans and nonbinary people within and outside of the bisexual community). And while I’ve personally found that many bisexual people don’t employ the binary verbiage of “both genders” when describing their sexuality (more on that in a moment), that mentality is still present in certain parts of the community, as well as in the world at large (in movies, shows, articles, conversations, etc.). 

I also want to describe a bit about why I don’t see bisexuality reinforcing the gender binary, as many often assume, and why cisgender bisexual people should forever understand that our identity is also as co-conspirator with trans and nonbinary people. 

First, let’s talk about the idea of monosexism, which is the assumption that someone is attracted to only one gender. Now, this limited idea of seeing the world can still be found in gay communities, but I think it’s most important here to focus on how this shows up in straight people, for a few reasons. For one, heteronormativity, and not homonormativity, is what the structures of minority-world cultures are currently built on and are used to oppress. Also, monosexist expectations are placed upon relationships/people that are assumed to be straight as well as relationships/people that are assumed to be gay. Through it all, monosexism serves to reinforce a binary understanding of who people are. 

Monosexism allows many straight people to feel like they’re “accepting” of non-straight people while still being able to place them in boxes they understand. Even if they do the work to challenge the heteronormativity within themselves, monosexism can present as a (sometimes) more subtle discriminatory view of the world. In heteronormative culture, homosexuality already rebels against assumed “truths,” and straight people often cope with that by leaning into monosexism to reduce the confusion around a more nuanced reality. This then lends itself to also promoting a gender binary—with monosexism, “you’re either straight or gay” can easily lead to “you’re either a man or a woman, and you’re attracted to either men or women.”

This is where I find bisexuality to be an incredible opportunity to thwart the binary—despite many people thinking the “bi” in bisexual references a gender binary, bisexuality resonates most with me because it offers an alternative to the “mono” in monosexuality. 

My bisexuality challenges the assumption that I am attracted to only one gender. It subverts the narrative that we all fit into these neat, tiny boxes of who we are. 

It allows for a complexity of greyness in a world that tries diligently to pretend it’s only black and white. 

Now, the definitions bisexual people use for their bisexuality are vast. I’ve heard people describe it as:

  • “I’m attracted to more than one gender”

  • “I’m attracted to all genders” (yes, this is also a definition that is often used for pansexuality)

  • “I’m attracted to my own gender as well as other genders”

  • and more!

This isn’t a complete list, because each person’s sexuality is unique to them, and definitions and labels vary greatly (and many people don’t feel labels are helpful at all, which is just as valid!). 

But to me, the common thread is that bisexuality frustrates a heteronormative, monosexist worldview, and this is immensely valuable to our rebellion against oppressive structures. 

Bisexuality also challenges the patriarchal worldview that minority-world cultures are built on. This can be seen in how monosexism reinforces the idea that bisexual women are really straight, and bisexual men are really gay (clearly this also supports a false gender binary as well). The reason for this, namely, is the assumption that men (especially cis men) will always be the most desirable—and bisexuality counters that, rebelling against a phallocentric narrative. 

Another way bisexuality resists the binary can actually be found within the very stereotypes people often use to demean and erase bisexuality. Descriptors like “confused,” “messy,” “greedy,” and “promiscuous” (even if they may or may not feel accurate for each person) offer an opportunity—instead of trying to challenge them with the “we’re just like you” mentality to make heteronormativity and monosexism more comfortable, I think the real opportunity is to ask: Why are these things inherently bad? (And why do we want to be “just like them” anyway?)

Confusion and messiness makes room for nuance and challenges perfectionist, “one right way” ideals. 

Greediness really means wanting what we want, honoring the complexity of our desires even when they might be seen as “too much” or when they don’t fit into boxes.

Promiscuity challenges monogamy and purity cultures, making more space for the role that sex has in our lives, rebelling against a singular view of what relationships should look like, and leading to opportunities to demand respect and equity for sex workers as well as sex work in all its forms. 

And these are just a few! 

Gaining a deeper understanding of my bisexuality has opened me up to seeing all the varied ways in which my sexuality—this one part of who I am—can support the overall work I want to do in challenging norms. Capitalism, white supremacy, ableism, sexism, transphobia, homophobia, biphobia…these all rely on the boxed-in versions of who we are (or are assumed to be) that are used by minority-world cultures to oppress and maintain power. 

And bisexuality offers an opportunity to rebel against it all. 

It impedes some of the restrictive ways we think. 

It opens us up to more creativity, nuance, and flexibility. 

And while bisexuality is certainly only one facet of revolution—and it’s not nearly enough to simply be bisexual and never look at internalized “isms” or the many intersections of rebellion—I do hold it lovingly as one way that I can choose to help build the world I hope we can create together.

To me, bisexuality is anything but binary—it’s subversive, nuanced, powerful, and beautiful.

* * * * *

For a much more thorough deep-dive into this subject, check out Bi: Notes for a Bisexual Revolution by Shiri Eisner. Additional recommended reading: Greedy by Jen Winston

True Confessions: TV Edition

True Confessions: TV Edition

True confession: Television is often one of my primary support tools.


And, actually, the word "confession" shouldn't even be used here.


Because there's nothing wrong, secretive, or guilty about it!


And while I definitely don't do as well when tv is my only grounding resource (rarely do we need only one thing forever and ever), it has long been one of the things that's helped me feel held in some really important, immediate ways.

If it feels like too much...

If it feels like too much...

I don't know about you, but my nervous system has taken some hits lately.


While the larger context of the current events is not at all new, some of the specific things happening in our world lately have been weighing so heavily in my body.


I've felt rage. grief. frustration. numbness. urgency. despair.


And more rage. Just so much rage.


And honestly, sometimes I also have fear—fear that I won't know what to do with this heaviness. Fear that these experiences will swallow me whole.

I've missed you!

I've missed you!

Well hi there!


I know, it's been a minute since I've written. I've still been thinking about you a lot and have been hoping that this month has been lovely and rejuvenating for you!


Truthfully, I didn't set out for this month to include so few posts. At the very least, I'd planned to check in with you last weekend to offer some support around the (incredibly intense) lunar eclipse in Scorpio.


And also, over these last few weeks, I felt myself going more and more inward. With the Mercury retrograde/eclipse combo, plus being in the luteal phase of my cycle, it felt necessary to really sloooow down, double and triple check my work, and also do an intensive check-in with myself.


And in the midst of that, this question came: if inspiration wasn't coming, why force it?


You deserve loving and intentional communication from me (and everyone in your life, tbh), and if I sat down to write an email just to write it, how would that serve either of us?


And what would I be modeling with that?

Happy Beltane!

Happy Beltane!

Happy Beltane, dear one!


I just wanted to pop in quickly to send some Beltane love for you today.


(I do want to note that this is only happening for those in the northern hemisphere—any southern hemisphere readers, blessed Samhain!)


Today is a great time to celebrate the coming of summer (it honors the halfway point between the spring equinox and the summer solstice), as well as the ways in which your internal world is blossoming!


Fertility and vibrance can show up in so many ways in our lives—the ways in which we create and nurture, how we show up for ourselves and our loved ones, the things we have the courage to birth into the world, the sparks of joy and hope that we continue to embrace even amidst the darkness.

How will you nourish yourself today?

How will you nourish yourself today?

Oh hi there!


It's been a couple of weeks since you've heard from me here, and I just wanted to pop in and say hello!


Usually as the moon wanes from her fullest self, I tend to also go inward a bit more. I produce a bit less, I'm less active. It's just one way I can honor the cyclical energy in me and our outer world.


And tomorrow is not only a new moon, but it's also a partial solar eclipse! There's a lot of energy getting activated, and a lot of learning and processing, so I'm going a bit more into hibernation mode than a typical new moon.

Does this sound familiar?

Earlier this week, I was trying to tell a health practitioner what I was feeling in my body.


And, true to how they've responded to me in the past, they proceeded to show me why what I'm feeling isn't actually what's happening.


*cue my huge over-it eye roll*


It can feel so deflating to have a provider dismiss, invalidate, or simply not believe you.


And even though I expected nothing different from this person (and thankfully it will be one of my last times interacting with them), it still felt so defeating.


Can you relate?

Have you looked at the moon lately?

Have you looked at the moon lately?

We can learn a lot from the Moon


I feel like most of us probably have a base knowledge of moon cycles. I can still remember learning about them periodically throughout my schooling. And how many of us have made comments like "Must be a full moon!" when the energy feels different or more activated?


And yet, for most of us, our lives are primarily structured by the Sun's cycles, not the Moon's.

Happy Ostara!

Happy Ostara!

Happy Ostara, dear one!


Today is the spring equinox in the northern hemisphere, and it can be a really magical time to connect with the nature within and outside of ourselves. (Plus it's the start of the astrological new year!)


Ostara marks a day of equal light and dark, reminding us that balance is possible to experience, even when we may not always be able to feel it. And this point of balance is moving us slowly into the time of year where light takes up more and more space—the lift of the light is coming!


The welcoming of spring also invites us to embrace the rebirth of warmth—even when summer has not yet arrived, Ostara is a moment to celebrate the new life that this phase in the season brings.

How do I move this energy through?

How do I move this energy through?

Hi there, sacred one.


How are you?


No really. How are you?


I don't know if this resonates, but personally, I've felt pretty weighed down by things lately.


It's the combination of so many things...and they're all under the same umbrella of oppressive systems that perpetuate harm.


War. Imperialism. Militarism. Colonization. Racism. State-sanctioned violence. Economic exploitation. Hate toward LGBTQ+ folx. Ableism. Patriarchy. Houselessness. White supremacy. Speciesism. Environmental exploitation.


All of the harms that occur...they stem from these same systems.


And until they're destroyed (and a more loving, imaginative, abolitionist world continues to take shape) these harms, both globally and locally, will continue.


While all of this has been true well before my current lifetime, I find myself in a phase of being where it all feels harder to hold. And I found myself this week saying to my partner: "I can't figure out how to move this energy through my body!"


Can you relate?

A love note from me to you

A love note from me to you

Today, I wanted to send a simple message of love to you.


Whether you find today delightful, pointless, heartbreaking, or anywhere in between...I want to take a moment to express my immense appreciation for you.


This journey you're on isn't always an easy one. It takes courage, vulnerability, and compassion to lean into a more embodied way of being and of nourishing yourself.


And what often happens as we move through this journey of living in these bodies in this moment in time is that we don't always feel seen.

Are you sticky?

Are you sticky?

I consider myself to be a sticky person.


I don't mean jelly-all-over-my-hands sort of sticky (though, I've been known to have that going on, too).


When I say "sticky," I mean energetically.


Interactions with people (or sometimes even certain movies and shows), and the energy they carry, have a huge impact on me. Sometimes I liken this to static cling—I pick it all up, the good and tough and everywhere in between, and sometimes I end up feeling like I figuratively have a bunch of unpaired socks and lint all over me by the end of an exchange.


This has its perks, to be sure. It allows me to be with people in a unique way, and it helps me feel more aligned with clients.


And also, if I don't manage it, I can get overwhelmed. FAST.

Blessed Imbolc!

Blessed Imbolc!

Blessed Imbolc to you!


February 1st-2nd celebrates the halfway point between winter and spring, the connection we get to continue having with the earth and her cycles, and new beginnings.


Imbolc first came to my awareness a few years ago when I was exploring what it might mean to connect more deeply with my ancestral roots. With a strong Celtic lineage, Imbolc was the first of these holidays that I honored in a more direct way. And while these pagan celebrations can certainly be honored far and wide, being intentional in this way has felt incredibly supportive of a more embodied connection to my roots.

Just how super are superfoods?

Just how super are superfoods?

Hello, and welcome to 2022!


(...or just another day, since time is a construct...)


The start of a new year is often when we're bombarded with a bunch of diet-y marketing, telling us that the rules of the socially constructed calendar say that "the new year is the start of a new you."


So, I wanted my first blog post of 2022 to serve as a reminder that if we're going to give up anything for the new year, let it be: restrictions, calorie-counting, weigh-ins, before-and-after pictures, meal replacement shakes, and any capitalist marketing designed to take your money but not actually improve your health.


Sound like a plan?


Great!

Some holiday thoughts...

Some holiday thoughts...

Happy holidays to all who celebrate!


And for those who struggle most this time of year…


Who don’t feel seen…


Who feel more disconnected from community or your bodies…


Who are ready for this month to pass or whose anxiety is heightened at the thought of it almost being over…


Who are already isolated and pushed to the edges all year round and are feeling especially invisible now…


…you are valid. Your feelings are valid. The space you take up in the world is valid.

Blessed Solstice!

Blessed Solstice!

Blessed Winter Solstice, my dear one.


How is this day sitting with you? Where are you feeling it in your body?


For me, I've found that this day can truly be one of the most magically potent days of the year.


Growing up, the only thing I knew of this day was that it was "the shortest day of the year." It was the day of the least sunlight, and that always felt a touch sad and scary.


Now, I'm more able to see this day for all of its beautiful nuance and complexities and magic. Yes, it is the day of the least sunlight...and it's also the moment when the light will begin to grow with each day beyond it.


This poignant moment in time is a chance for us to honor the both/and. To allow ourselves to sit in the presence of both darkness and light, of both death and rebirth.

The gift of the temporary

Hi, friend!


How is the month going for you so far? If you celebrate any holidays around this time of year, how has that been sitting with you this time around?


I love this time of year. The month of December fills me with all the joy and wonder I had the privilege of feeling all those Christmases of childhood.


And during the tougher years, December is usually a welcome reprieve from the hardness—the lights, the smells, the sounds, they always provide my spirit a welcome change of pace, even if just for a moment.


But because this month of merriment is such a balm for my heart, I can often struggle with the anticipatory panic of it ending.


Can you relate?


It can often be challenging to truly enjoy our present moments, especially when they are so delightful and also so temporary...getting lost in the sadness of the impermanence of it all is common.


And every December, without fail, this happens to me. I have to remind myself every day to choose to enjoy the now. Future me will figure out what's next come January...for now, I can just embrace the moment as best I can.


And here's the thing: the temporary nature of life is exactly what makes these moments so special.


If my Decembers, in all their bright lights and holiday music and joyous smells, simply mirrored the other 11 months of the year, they would start to lose their luster.


This time of year would no longer give my soul the same lift if it looked the same all year round. The very impermanence of it that causes my childlike heart to panic around mid-December is actually necessary for the survival of all of its beauty and joy and life.


And this is the same principle that makes the act of living in these bodies so truly magical. These lives as we know them are temporary—and that is actually crucial for us to be able to truly embrace the gift of living.


Without the temporary, there would be no growth. No learning. No expansion or nuance or beauty.


It is, I have found, one of the very hardest lessons of this lifetime—as much as I know all of this to be true, pieces of me still desperately cling to the dream that I will never experience loss and that everything good will stay (in the same form) forever.


And this is not to say that heartache is something to be enjoyed...never will I be the "everything happens for a reason," sunshine-and-rainbows-all-over-your-sadness type of person.


What I do know is that the very magic of this life we're living is made by the knowledge that it is temporary. And instead of fearing it, perhaps if we choose to embrace that a little more—to dance with unabashed joy within the nature of our impermanence—we might be more and more able to truly bask in all our present moments as we receive them.


The gift of this life is on borrowed time...and that's the real beauty of it.