Stems

There were threats of an ice storm last weekend in the city but all we got was rain spitz. I cabbed back and forth, to and from yoga, to breathe and bend and grow and become a nicer person. I’ve learned to love my limbs, the way they stretch and fold. My favorite place to be is upside down, legs in the air, or using them to support someone else’s upside downness.

Everywhere I go, people are worried about the state of the world. They are carrying news stories on their backs and repeating them like gospel. I don’t watch the news because my mother bubble wrapped me as a child. It made me soft like crab meat. If I hear too much about politics, war, the economy and women being stripped of their rights too much at once I risk an inevitable implosion. I do not watch, discuss or listen to the news because of this. I promise you I can be tough when it matters.

I don’t have any answers. I also don’t have an fucks to give when it comes to insanity.
Everything is going to be fine. Turn off the TV, stop watching the news, don’t pay attention to men who are hungry for power that they will inevitably misuse. We have seen men misuse their power over and over again. Turn away, turn them off and turn inward. Make yourself the safest place to be. Only let people in who you know are doing the same. Live your life. We are only here once. Don’t waste your time and energy. Fill your cup with what makes you whole. Fuck everyone and everything else. I promise you everything is going to be ok. If you just turn away and focus on you. Go to yoga, get enough sleep, drink water, read BOOKS that tell you stories about lives lived that survived and grew and left a blazing trail for other women to follow. Be a safe place and keep a room in your home that is JUST FOR YOU. I promise you we are going to be just fine my loves. Carry on, and take care, of your Self, and each other and most importantly, love your limbs.