△ m a s c u l i n e △
the eb & flow of drifting between the feminine & the masculine.
i love to observe myself in these moments.
reflecting on where my energy is at it’s highest.
observation gives me insight into where i work best from. 🖤
it used to be masculine. in fact i spent 13 years working in corporate pr & marketing, spending hours upon hours in my masculine. go hard or go home mentality. i’m sure you get the drift, perhaps can even relate. i was successful. abundantly so. but my soul work suffered. 🖤
today, if i spend even a few consistent hours in my masculine i get a headache. more than that and it progresses quickly to migraine status. it happened yesterday, the second time in a month. the lead up was the same. sitting in the masculine of doing for too long before allowing and being. 💜
so today i sit. i rest. i flow back into the feminine. slow rainy day yin and all is back in balance once more. 💜
what about you. where do you spend most of your time. masculine or feminine and where do you work best from?
△ g r o u n d i n g △
the desire to ground is growing amongst women who are rapidly expanding. sharing their unique light with the world and playing a large role in the shift of mass consciousness.
we are guided to ground ourselves when there has been an increase in light to the head. it’s important that we listen to the call from the body to move in a way that feels freeing.
it’s when we move that we allow the light to move through the entire body.
you’ll know when you’re grounded because you will feel very connected to your body, aware of your emotions and clear, energized and present, with a sense of well-being. 🧘🏼♀️
work with me 1:1 to find the practices that will help you connect into earth & ground. transformational experiences through the journey of yoga, sound, massage & reiki. dm me to connect. 💜
behind the lens @melissapaddison
4 days ago
This little love of mine ✨
5 hours ago
Off season pros to visit the cotswolds: no one is there. off season cons to visit the cotswolds: it’s the freezing coldest ever. 👍🏻babymoon, complete (!!!!) || outfit via @liketoknow.ithttp://liketk.it/2uyps cuties 🖤
3 weeks ago
This is me. my body. my baby. you know what’s beautiful? my ability to make children. the ability to feel the kicks, and dances going on inside me.
i may joke and poke at myself for carrying big. it’s what i do. i carried big with bear. am i still cute and beautiful? hell yes, but i’ll never get, omg you’re so tiny comments, but that can be triggering to moms too! all in all i know what i look like. i own a mirror, i know how my body feels. i can’t control the way my body grows, but what can you do? you can control your mouth. think before you speak. i feel like i should wear that on a shirt out in public, because most of you already know this and have been beyond amazing to me. do i love my big belly? of course! i love pregnancy! but if you’re a stranger, just be kind! 😉 i know that’s not reality but in all my joking and maybe serious words as well.. i am beautiful
i am strong .
i am a creator
i have the ability to birth this baby
i am amazing ....😘
When i think back to my pregnancy, i’m often left speechless as i gaze at who zaiden is today : amazing, intelligent, so sweet and kind, and full of precious life force.. to think his creation began in my w**b is a thought so powerful i sometimes cant even believe it. photographing women who are entering their journeys of motherhood is a very special blessing.. to capture that sliver of time where you are still the individual you that you’ve always known to be true and just around the corner of a transformation almost inexplicable to those who do not know the role of mother/parent. to capture the pregnant female body - so incredibly accommodating of space, forgiving of form, and powerfully resilient.. it’s mind-blowing and magical and the word beautiful doesn’t even begin to describe its true essence.
so grateful @megs_1502 and so many other mamas have allowed me into their sacred space, at such a sacred time of the journey. 💫
and @megs_1502 ... you are absolutely mesmerizing!!! thanks so much for letting me in on those last days 😘😍🦋🙌💗💫
My baby is four months old. 3 of the largest mass shootings in american history have happened since he was born. america, you make my heart ache. you make me feel gutted. i'm tired of our politicians that choose profit over life and sell their souls to support corporate greed. im tired of politicians choosing campaign contributions from the nra over the lives of our children. im tired of feeling sick when i think of sending my baby to school someday and of the pain when i feel the need to apologize to him and all of our babies for the world on fire. im tired of hearing there's nothing that can be done. im tired of the blame on mental illness. im tired of our toxic culture that teaches boys to beat their feelings into a pulp and celebrates their dominance and violence over and toward others as a mark of their masculinity. im tired of the fact that semi automatic weapons are less regulated than my v****a or my old pickup truck. im tired of hurt people hurting people. .
i have a vivid memory of osha being several days old - he and i were both still coming out of the birth dream space and into this one. i read the news of the las vegas shooting and wept, choking on my sobs, trying to not wake my newborn osha. i realized he and i were covered in tears and b****t milk. that memory will be with me forever. a mother's love and rage is a unique and powerful force.. a force of creation, of nurturing, of pain and sacred rage toward the forces of destruction that disrespect the very life that our bodies have made through pain and passion and devotion. it makes me want to burn down the people who spread violence and hate. it makes me want to go back in time to when they were babies and hold them and love them through it.
I must admit. i have been in a bad inner dialogue. comparing my pregnancies to each other and being outraged at myself for not feeling the same way i did with my first.
a few less yoga classes, a few more drive thru stops will do that to you. guilt for not spending enough time outside. my milk trucks are up to my chins. that sort of thing. and then pile on some hormonal creative energy because i’m just over flowing in my own thoughts and ideas and worries and passions that it has to come out in some form and i’m stuck.
inner critic says; who are you to even try to do anything like that. it’s already being done. who’s going to really care if you have anything to say?
i know we all think these things at some point.
and then i decided, b***h who arent you to be fabulous and creative and speak your own truth and just do your own thing, like all the people you admire.
so i’m going to drink my own kool aid and read this post when i need a reminder pep talk that yes, you are worthy to take up space in this world and live of a life that makes you light up. we all are. even moms. 🙃
Moments like these are incredibly rare. the girls are usually at war, or- at best- tolerating each other's existence. i've often wondered if they'll ever really like each other. tonight, i'm thankful for this little glimpse of peace &, dare i say, love. even if it was short lived, as you can see. 😂