Summer was a season Summer was an eternity Summer was a blink Summer was all the things!? I'm not sure about you, but this was the first time I can remember wanting Summer to be over. Born and raised in the South, heat and humidity are old friends. But the heat I experienced this Summer was on the inside and it near burned me up, for reals. I was deeply uncomfortable in a myriad of ways. The only saving grace was the random check-ins with my Heart and Spirit, they were both a
"I'm not who I think I am." This from one of my besties the other day. The moment I heard those words, I was like, "Yes! Of Course!" My spirit was finally solidly landing in the space my psyche had not been able to quite flesh out. I'm not who I think I am. I've been trying to organize around how to talk about Oneness. This belief that most spiritual practices hold, regardless of ideology. There is this inherent, fundamental idea, thought, that we are all one. It's almost imp
He delivered pizza, hummus and wraps on his bicycle. I served cappuccinos, lattes and cafe au laits on Frenchmen. The first time round, I didn't notice much aside from the fact that my wrap tasted a little extra special. The second time round, I noticed a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. The third time round, I was hoping he would be the one to deliver my wrap. It was in that moment I knew I had a little crush. He was flirty enough, so maybe he liked me too. But in service, w
Chelsa is a Dance/Movement Psychotherapist with a practice rooted in Earth-based Intuition, Ancestral Wisdom, plant medicine, candle magic and embodied freedom.
