Tenacious Tanya
Tanya teaches me so much about life and how to relish the small moments that matter while shaking off the ones that don’t. As a way of thanking her and hopefully paying tribute, I want to share her wonderfulness with you! Below I share Tanya’s bio from my Inspirations page where you can find a plethora of humans that offer the world their amazing talents and knowledge. A newsletter per month will spotlight one of these incredible souls that I’m lucky to call friend.
Coffee as a travel destination
Does life begin with coffee for you? Yup. Me too. And not due to a decade of PacNorthwest livin’ either. Also, not necessarily as an artist, although there does seem to be a gravitational pull to comfy coffee-induced spaces for creative types. Coffeeshops are life-affirming communal alcoves for you, your friends, your family, and your chosen family. A place to be wrapped in love and warmth, filled with caffeine and confection, to share love, joy, hope, dreams, and the rich undercurrents of life, which connect us to each other.
What is functional mobility?
LK’s terms:
Functional mobility training is movement that encourages the ability to perform your daily tasks at optimal levels. Easily and without pain or threat of soreness. Also, the ability to enjoy life to the fullest no matter your age or circumstance.
Purpose:
To become confident and sturdy as you age; aging gracefully.
Benefits:
Better posture
Improves strength, endurance, and energy
Enhances balance, improves stability
Enhances range of motion, improves flexibility
Improves joint health
My year of healing in the tetons
According to Garth Brooks’ lyrics, “heartache is healed by the sea.” What if it’s caused by the sea though? Well, by the people of the Sea…ttle. After three harrowing post grad years spent doom scrolling, errr doom applying?, for a “career position” while my industry imploded and the world shut down, I finally achieved a dream—to live in Teton Valley, Idaho.
I rolled into Idaho December 2021 with a battered, bruised, and skeptical soul. Unsure of possessing a loving heart any longer. The night I arrived in Driggs, I hastily began unloading belongings from the back of my RAV4. Nerves are probably responsible for my sleeve catching the corner of an open box and spilling its contents. A sky-blue hand spun pottery mug shattered on the pavement. My favorite mug. A relic acquired from a local artist on Cape Cod during my performance life dancing on stages with my dance partner across the United States. Thoughts of “good luck, a mazel tov moment,” swirled through my road weary brain.
In practice over the following year, the jagged edges of those pottery pieces scattered at my feet revealed themselves back to me each day as the people of the valley generously applied a salve of love and appreciation along the rough edges of my soul. At the time, I did not foresee how the shattering of the mug moment would unfurl as an allegory, an awakening, for my year of healing in the Tetons.
adventure buddies
Everywhere I go, each new state I live in, I hunt for an adventure buddy and not once have I regretted the attempts to do so or the relationships I discovered. In fact, other than good ole Bennie, I keep up with all my various adventure buddies and hope to create this as an ode to each of them.
my journey to you
Here I am. Beginning a terrifying new adventure/journey/way of being. Why? Simply because it’s time. That’s not the whole truth since my writing practice is like an overdue library book awaiting its entire purpose–to be shared. The reason lies somewhere between liminal spaces. I think. As a way of accountability both to myself and the promises I’ve made. And here I am, finally, making good on those promises to you and to the Universe.