Evolve Bodywork

10/09/2026

Self-care isn’t always zen and gratitude.

There’s a certain level in me that gets unlocked when I have so much pent-up energy that it can only be released by explosive movement. Yup. Felt good. Better than lashing out at a human.

Throw in a little Mars squaring Venus rx with the Sun on my ascendant and no wonder I felt aggro.

MELT Method soft ball therapy for the win today.

10/02/2026

10/01/2026

Talking to you! Unclench as you listen to this and let it wash over you. If I struck a nerve I hope you’ll join me Sunday. Link in bio.

♎️💜🙋🏻‍♀️

09/28/2026

What’s yours and what are you carrying for others? How can you work with the distribution of those loads that feels ok on your nervous system?

Let’s talk about it and explore it through practice at my Libra Body workshop on Sunday. Link in bio.

09/24/2026

Balance is treated as a goal, a destination. But we all well know that it lasts for a hot second before something else tips.

Instead of striving for balance let’s focus on the steps we are taking now, in the moment.

By letting go of balance as an end goal we actually provide the space to pivot, bring in other perspectives, to shift. Our goalpost is always moving and we get frustrated when we can’t catch “it.”

Explore these dynamics with me, and within our bodies, on 10/4 on Zoom. Info in bio.

Bonus…Venus is newly retrograde by a day so that will add some workshop flavor!

09/24/2026

When Rapid Release Therapy told me there was a new product I didn’t hesitate about whether I would add it to my collection.

The P3i makes portability a breeze while offering the same great device specs. Although most of my devices live at my studio now I have a roadie to take with me that doesn’t look like I’m walking in with a briefcase. 😂

I will never not be without a RR device, that’s how much they augment my client practice and personal care.

Like Pokémon, “gotta catch ‘em all.” I think this isn’t too much to gift your household heading into the holidays season soon, amirite?

Questions? Drop them below!

09/22/2026

Abdominal work FTW! Feeling tight across the chest with rounded shoulders? I’m working near the xyphoid process. Hiked hip on one side? I’m working on the side of the belly, the TVA where it attaches to the pelvis. Indigestion? Soft lymphatic and fascial work, going layer by layer.

Have you tried abdominal work yet?

09/22/2026

🙋🏻‍♀️ This ♎️ rising is looking for people to share space with me on 10/4. We’ll float through Libra before grounding ourselves through somatic practice.

See you there!

09/18/2026

Today I held space for you. Filled my room with heart coherent energy that reminds me of a flow state.

Played your favorite playlist.

Placed a fresh glass of water and a chocolate you’d eat before leaving the room.

Thanked you out loud for bringing out the best my therapy skills have ever been.

I couldn’t press the “cancel appointment” button, even though I knew you weren’t coming. Moving through this time slot as a moment to honor and grieve you has been therapeutic, to say the least.

I get to do this three more times this year.

That’s three more times I’m eating your chocolate. 😉

09/14/2026

Oof, this was a rough day. The thoughts and feelings creeping in…I thought I could put it aside just for a bit longer.

My body was telling me I needed to move. That’s how Mercury turns feelings into words for me…exercise, movement, intentional touch.

My natal Saturn sits opposite Mercury, daring him to say something at the risk of sounding stupid or being invalidated. My Saturn fears being embarrassed.

Today the Sun cozied up to my Saturn and told it there would be collaboration. That the vitality I seek would best be found through intentional bursts of energy, stamina, and challenging lifts. The Sun also said that as long as it can use explosive movements that the compromise would be to keep my heart rate at or below threshold. Saturn loves compromise and boundaries.

Through the effort Mercury could put words to my grief: the flashbacks, the inside jokes, the unsent texts.

In this container, grief answered back. It acknowledged me and gave me confirmation that things are ok.

Belinda Carlisle’s “Heaven Is a Place on Earth” on the speaker.

The angel number 111.1 feet of elevation gained on the treadmill, the countdown at 4:44 minutes left when I glanced at it.

The one singular feather at my feet as I stepped out to use the restroom to wipe my forming tears.

I feel better. The energy is moving. It’s all ok. There is only now.