Okay! So I just submitted my edits to the state - what does that mean? We are one step closer to having the School of Embodied Works come alive!!!!

Thing I’m excited about teaching in this exact moment -

Excerpt from the Massage Therapy Foundations Program syllabus:

Class: Introduce - Bodywork 1

Day 2 - Theory hour 1:

Feeling someone vs doing something to their tissue. How do you stimulate the body by “asking it what it wants” with your hand enough to get an answer that you can listen to?

Reaching levels of depth in the body - why would you? How does it work?

Using Trajectory as a guiding principle, discuss direct vs indirect aka challenge vs ease: take tissue away from its current pattern, take tissue deeper into its pattern. When and why would you do this?

Demonstrate: crouching before jumping - coil in to unfold. A punch - Drawing back to swing forward.

Thing I fucking hate about massage - having someone do something to my body. I hate that feeling. I almost neeeever want someone to do something to me.

I looooooove when people do something with me. When people work with my body, I feel the way their hands help support my tissue and my whole system (meaning my thoughts, my feelings, my unconscious nonsense) all move toward a place that was hard for me to get to on my own.

When people do something to me, it feels like my tissue is being bullied into a new position and told angrily to stay there, which makes my whole system either freak out or check out, and usually my body instantly goes back to it’s former position once the bully goes away (i.e. the session is over).

This is not about modalities. It’s not about the depth of touch, the firmness of your hand, the potential efficacy of a technique - it’s literally just paying attention, and being respectful.

Not every session we go to is going to be mindblowing. Sometimes it’s underwhelming, sometimes it’s just meh. That can be because there wasn’t a super high need for the session but it was scheduled that day so there ya have it. It can be because you and/or the practitioner were in a funk and sometimes that’s just that. It can be because you and the practitioner are not the greatest fit and their style is not the thing your system needs that day or in general.

Honestly, that’s fine. It’s not the most fun, sure - but it’s seriously fine in that it doesn’t cause harm.

But! But. If we as practitioners do not practice deeply feeling and working with a system instead of doing things to a person, we can cause harms we don’t even realize are happening.

I don’t know about you but no part of me is excited about the idea of someone bulldozing over my wants and needs so they can do what they wanted to do with my body. Sounds pretty rapey frankly. And for those of us in this world (far too many) who’ve had the terrible experience of that happening, it’s EXTRA fucked up to go pay someone to help you feel better only to have your body treated like a it’s an object and not a being.

I’m not saying that bad body work is the same thing as assault - it certainly is not. But the similarity of having someone else’s agenda dictate what happens to your body is real, and it has similar detriments:

The message it sends is the same:

The body hears this from the practitioner -

- “how you feel matters less than me getting what I want.”

- “your comfort or discomfort is not important”

- “I gave you any attention at all, you should be grateful”

That last is one is there because sessions are paid for! As people who pay for care, paying for it ads a layer of expectation that we will like it, that we will enjoy it. Sometimes, we trust what we felt. But sometimes, instead of trusting what we felt, we try and convince ourselves that it “wasn’t that bad” or “there must have been a good reason because the practitioner wouldn’t have done it otherwise, so it’s probably just me”. Sound familiar?

The greater the mismatch between their agenda and what you want/need, the more harm is caused.

Practitioners! Because of the stats and the reality of our world - you should always assume that your client might have a history of being harmed by another person in a significant enough way that it left a mark.

You should always assume that people want to be met where they are at, and since there’s always a chance you won’t be that attuned to each other, think about how to work in ways that would cause the least possible harm if you did miss something. This is NOT the same as being nervous all the time that you’re gonna fuck something up, that just stresses a client’s system in another way. It means work within competence and practice attunement. And yes, this might mean that you do less impactful work sometimes in ways that you are used to seeing impact, especially while you’re strengthening your attunement abilities. That’s okay! You’ll get better at attunement. And it means you won’t be as negatively impactful if something goes awry.

How do you go about doing that? I mean, I would tell you here but this is already long and you all have shit to do. You can always sign up for my school, then you’d hear alllllllllll about it 🤣

To take a peak at what’s up with the school so far while this application is pending with the state: head to schoolembodied.com check out my ig @kate.intimacycoach, and keep an eye on this right here!

Til next time,

Kate

Be aware, this is not an emotionally comfortable bit of writing. It is emotionally important. Read with that awareness in mind. Dark humor follows:

Oh, the big feels you get when you learn that your pedophile has died, am I right?

Cue the song “ding-dong, the witch is dead…” though in good conscience, I cannot defame the good name of the wicked witch of the West by linking her to such a poisonous and vile human.

I have very complicated feelings about those who have abused people. I truly do believe that all of us are capable of doing horrific things, and doing incredible things. And I know that even for those who mostly do lovely or neutral things, there are times in one's life when when you do things that years from now you would be appalled at.

I know that I have behaved in ways when I was younger that I find to be appalling, pathetic, disappointing and all kinds of other negative judgments.

I know that sexual behavior is an incredibly complicated thing, and that seeking control is complicated, and that when under duress or in places of acute mental strife, we animals engage in some of the most extreme and outlandish behaviors we are capable of.

So despite myself, I don't think it's so simple as “any one who has abused someone is only and ever a terrible person”.

That said, Christopher Marcel Martinez, born August 15th 1967, the best thing you've ever done for this world was leave it. If it were up to me, you'd never have been born at all.

I have regrets about my part in my relationship with the man who molested me for 8 years and abused me for 10:

The following is a very incomplete list:

1. I did not bite his tongue off (I almost did once but I chickened out and moved too slow, then pretended it was an accident when blood was drawn).

2. I did not bite his penis off.

3. I never tried to bite his penis off (which was deeply foolish in retrospect. Secondary regret, that it is only just now occurring to me that this would have been the best way to get him caught. How would he explain that one to anybody?)

4. I never publicly stated his name like this until now, and he's too dead now to experience the life-destroying repercussions of his own actions.

5. I listened to way too much music with him, and therefore have had to do an annoying amount of emotional labor to enjoy the bands of my youth without constantly thinking about his grown up hands on my child body. Way to ruin it, man!

6. I didn't scream enough. Like, at any point. I'm not sure if it would've helped the situation but maybe?

The extension of my empathy and room for others is in direct correlation to their ability and willingness to own their shit, and adjust it to be less shitty. You own your shit? Cool, we can talk. You make many a move towards being less shitty on a consistent and permanently effective basis? Delightful. And importantly, you immediately cease causing direct harm to others the moment it is clear that is happening? Perfect.

People can change.

All the more reason that when - in cases where their behaviors are directly and unnecessarily destructive to the well being of others - they refuse to, or don't even try, I don't feel any qualms writing them off.

I am deeply happy that Chris is dead. This is - was - a man who unapologetically prayed on women in mentally unstable positions to gain access to children that he could manipulate or force into sexual acts on a regular basis. This was a man who showed zero desire or attempts to change his behaviors, and proudly* quested for ways to continue doing them. I feel a bit of strangeness about the fact that I am happy a human being is dead, but there's nothing about him specifically being dead that makes me sad. Oh. That's not true. I'm sad that his death didn't happen 27 years ago. It's a true loss to the world that he was alive for so long. Many people’s lives - especially but not limited to the women and children he manipulated, mentally and emotionally harassed, abused and raped - are only worse for knowing him.

*I say proudly seriously. He bragged to me once about how he got a drunken just-turned 18 year old to give him hickies at her birthday party, the signs of which were all over him. Did I mention this was just after I confronted him about how horribly my mental health was after the years of our “relationship” (I couldn't quite face what it was at that time)? It was literally right after.

There was great pain, and great devastation left in his wake. This particular bit of writing is not the place for further exploration of that or of further topics. It simply a pressure valve release for some of the anger, hurt, agony, rage, and frustration, and finally joy from within me that this man caused.

For any of you who can relate to my opening line, I hope that this piece brings that fucked up yet oh so welcome kind of solace that we who've been through that particular hell seem to find when we connect with one another. You are - unfortunately yet weirdly thankfully -not alone in this.

I will say this last thing:

Thank you to the others in my life that were infected with his presence somehow for deciding to be people who change, who grow toward the direction of care and collective well-being, for doing the work that shouldn't have been yours to do in the first place, for deciding to be a person who got help eradicating the infection instead of spreading it, and whose wake in this world is truly a positive and life-nourishing one.

I'm better

- deeply truly - for knowing all of you.

I am tired, I am fairly over it, and I am so proud.

When I see the whole thing layed out in front of me, I can picture the students practicing on each other, picture myself teaching, picture the first day of the clinic where these talented and passionate people will be sharing their new skills with the public for the first time.

When I look at what I made, I can see the school.

It feels incredible. I have envisioned this thing, imagine this thing for so many years now. With varying levels of detail, thought about how this work since I began doing it.

It’s such beautiful stuff, bodywork.

Interfacing with another person's nervous system up close like that, having them trust you with their their tissue, their thoughts, their vulnerabilities.. It changes how you see the world, and it certainly changes how you feel it.

And the coaching program - which is so heavily interlaced with the ethics content of the massage therapy program - it shines with potential. The potential for people to be deeply themselves in the company of clients, serving as a physical invitation for those clients to do the same.

It was my birthday past week, and I paused my grind just long enough to soak in the company of the people around me, to feel their love and their care. The depths and delights of the relationships I share with these friends and family are a direct result of doing so much embodied work myself. This week spring of experiential embodiment is where all of this school content came from.

I also saw clients on my birthday which is rare for me. I usually take the day off.

But this year I wanted to work. It excited me to be in the company of these people who have trusted me with their whole selves, who have literally put their lives into my hands and said, “hey, can you help?”

Even though I took the time off of working on the school documentation directly, it was a perfect reminder of why I'm doing this project in the first place.

Embodied Work Is profound. It is life-changing. It is life-giving.

In a few hours, I'll be uploading a bunch of documents into a virtual portal, clicking a button and sending away the paper diagram of my school, what will soon be our school - The School of Embodied Works.

I am so nervous. I am so pleased. I am so proud.

Wish it luck as it travels through the labyrinths of judgement (my latest visual of the department of private occupational schools).

Tonight, I celebrate. Next week, I rest. Starting July, it's time to get the word out!

Everybody getting excited?

🥳 Party p-party party 🎶

‘This’ in this case means creating a school to teach … well, to teach a way to live.

Embodied Works is the way I think about my job. I am technically a massage therapist, amongst other things. The work I do, I think of it as relational bodywork. Showing your tissue pathways to reconnect with your other tissue. Showing your mind a way to meld with the body that creates it. Showing you just how much you are deeply allowed to Be. To be you. And how to be a melded part of the community that creates you.

“If all goes well” I will open a school, and I will teach a massage therapy licensing program. It will be full of guidance around being a skilled touch practitioner, yes, but more importantly it will be full of support, encouragement, and methods to empower students to show up as Embodied Practioners, aka badass humans sharing their badassery with the world in all the ways they can.

“If all goes amazingly” I will also run a coaching program, duel program, and facilitate an office space for baby practitioners to grow and thrive, aaaand I will maintain my self care and sanity.

I have not written in so long. It has been months. I had been writing each week, for years now. Showing cracked though, in me. I questioned my self, wrestled with the fear of making this choice. This is pulling all of me towards it, and I didn't know how to let myself be pulled.

I still don't really know how. But I'm doing it, sometimes gliding, sometimes stumbling along.

And now I know that this place - this outlet for words and thoughts and feelings that are larger than I can hold in my being - is a place to share the process stumbles and all - of Stability in Motion making way for the School of Embodied Works.

It's a working title, but nothing better has come. And it's growing on me.

On and in.

I am afraid. I am doing this. I am so excited.

Stay tuned.

I'll be sharing all foreseeable future long form writing here on substack instead. How exciting!

March 19th, 2026

Apparently, this week has been all about hair. Hair standing up on the back of dogs’ necks, hair covering the walls and the floors and the couches and the curtains (also dog related), hair being died and cut and changed (human, not dog), hairy in the sense that things got sticky, tough, troublesome, complicated.

It’s my first week in AZ, and I was going to be writing to you more about the “it’s always both” idea, but Reader, this week has been a giant, painfully hairy reminder of something very worth stating:

Change is friggin horrifying.

I wanted this - I keep telling myself as I stand in the room with two vacuums, an empty water bottle, tears and dust in my eyes. I chose this.

What I chose was to spend a month away from my little family’s home (Me, Caleb and Mei in Denver) to stay with big family in my former home (hello siblings, hello parents and grandparents, please remind me why you all insist on living somewhere with 105 temps in the middle of March?) What I picked was to frequently see people I love, to help them with their big projects and shift my perspective and approach around my own big project. I desired to shake things up a little and try something new for my small family and my big family and yet…

Yesterday I found myself in tears, planning out (anxiously spiraling around) which route I should take to drive back to Denver early and what I would tell clients. When I settled down, breathed fresh air, and ate some food, I ditched that idea and returned to the reality of what was in front of me, this time with a renewed appreciation of just how much living beings (me included) thrive on consistency, reliability, and predictability.

To prevent worry, all is deeply fine here - but thus far nearly nothing about this trip has gone as planned since its inception as a concept way back in October, and I am feeling that. The hiccups have been minor - We left late - OH NO! But the drive was good - OH YAY except that we spent more than we budgeted for - OH NO! -on some great food and really fun gifts for the whole big family - OH YAY. We got to see our nephews and meet my brother’s dog and my sister’s dog for the first time - OH YAY - but my dog didn’t get along great with my brother’s dog so they were snapping multiple times a day - OH NO! - But all the dogs are okay and now we know where to focus next with our (humans who have a) dog training - OH YAY! Then we went to Phoenix as scheduled, but the place we were supposed to stay wasn’t ready yet - OH NO! - but we had a delightful back up at my mom’s place - OH YAY! - except it wasn’t set up for unexpected guests and she was dog sitting which Mei wasn’t thrilled about - OH NO! - but we were hugged and fed and it was very sweet - OH YAY!

I handled all of this rather well, so did Caleb, and Mei did the best she could. We all cracked - Caleb sneezed for a whole night instead of sleeping, Mei frothed at the mouth, and I just stared at a wall between pacing and sweeping - when we arrived at the place we were supposed to stay, only to discover that the whole thing was covered in about a year’s worth of old stinky dog residue. (Note to anyone who rents their home - if your instinct is “no pets”, stand by that policy)

The crying happened when I finished work the next day and started to vacuum, only to learn that both the vacuums available to me were simply spitting back out the mounds of dog hair and dust that had accumulated. It tipped over to full sob when I realized I hadn’t had water in about 8 hours because I was so irritated and out of it, and the bottle I went to sip from was empty.

I lost it. I wanted out. I planned for change. I planned for upheaval. I travel enough (and have been myself long enough) to have planned for my plans to go very awry, and to pivot at least 17/25 times. But I was not ready for mountains of dog hair, and I was not ready for 19/25 plans to need to pivot, and so the snot in my sinuses went from “I am plagued by external irritants” snot to “I am so sad AND I have external irritants” snot (which is drippier and shift the location of my headache, in case you were wondering).

Even when we really really really want the thing we are moving toward, we can still hate when the change comes. I am glad that I came on this trip (tenuously so, but it’s mounting). In a matter of hours, whatever disruptions occurred will be just about fully smoothed out, and the “plan” will be “back on track” as much as life can do that kind of thing.

I am fine now. Today, I let myself sleep in late, got my hair dyed and cut (because why not change things even more (and lean into the hairy theme)) and talked to a friend for a few hours before working. Why? To give my raw nervous system a positive association to the shift in routine, and just some time to chill out and not make any decisions for a moment. Very helpful. But it was what happened yesterday in the moments of and after crying that started the turn towards fine, and feel important to name.

I let the tears come (accept the moment you’re in!) I had some more water (everyone - drink water. Right now!!!), ate some food (and snack!), went for a walk (move your body, wiggle!), and leaned on community (remember you are one part of a bigger whole!). A kind neighbor lent us a vacuum, another one lent a mop and a bucket. My sister came down for moral support and mental clarity, and me and Caleb banged out some deep cleaning.

Notice how the things I’m talking about all the time - tending to your body, moving your body, engaging in your community - were the things that calmed this situation down.

Technically, the stressors were still all there. But the stress level I experienced was altered by the way that I related to it and the resources I was able to tap into.

We often talk about getting less stressed. Cut down on stress. Relax more. Take a break. Do some self care. I get it, those are neat reminders, and sometimes we can do them. But a lot of the time there is no way to get rid of the stressor, not right away anyway.

A lot of the things we struggle with in life are non negotiable. Jobs we need to make the money we need to buy the food, shelter, transportation, insurance (damn you, insurance!!) health care and access to other services we need to keep engaging as a human with the people and activities we care about.

Did you catch that “people and activities we care about” is at the end of that cascade? It makes sense that we try and fix things at the beginning of the cascade or the middle, but those are often places where we have a lot less agency to shift, or where the changes that will be supportive are not ones we feel immediately.

Our agency produces immediate impact on very few things in life, but very potent ones.

• Attitude

• Relationships

• Bodies

I'll give some notes to all three, but really each of these things is overlapping and intertwined with the others, so don't put too much weight into the category these breakdowns are under, instead think of them all as expressions of agency.

Attitude: Small adjustments we make in our attitude swiftly change the way we perceive and approach things - a simple question like, “what is the version of this story that makes me laugh” will make any scenario change as soon as you start to explore the question.

Relationships: A tiny tweak in your outlook or output will alter the dynamic between you and people around you instantaneously. An outlook of “I will give my partner the benefit of the doubt” de-escalates or avoids nearly all points of confusion that lead to petty arguments or even big fights. Looking at your partner when you are talking together, or leaving your phone out of arms reach can create loads more connection and degrees of positive association between the two of you.

Bodies: few seconds of asking your body where it’s at and what it needs is enough to remind yourself to drink water, have a snack, stretch for a moment or let your eyes look at something besides a screen. Small bits of physical care every day - 5 minute walk, a handful more of spinach in your sandwich, an extra glass of water first thing in the morning - adds up to more comfortable, functional physical existence pretty quickly, and lasts a lifetime.

Change is hard, no matter how big or how small, how desired or unwanted. As humans - we crave it and we freak out about it. But over all we are highly adaptable creatures. As someone who regularly supports people with change, and who’s craving for and sensitivity to the new and different are on the higher end (yes, it is a delightful and painful combo), I have some pointers for you.

There’s quite a few actionable pieces of wisdom in that chunk of writing you just read through, and I hope you find it useful. Here’s a more direct and broadly applicable way of approaching change.

When going through any amount of change to your “normal”:

• Have simple clear words about why you are making this change (if it was intentional). Orienting yourself to what you are aiming for is what will get you through the toughest parts, and get you to the sensations you want not just a new material reality.

• If it’s a change you didn’t want, staying clear on what matters to you - your core values in life - will help orient you to a method of coping and adapting to the change that’s been thrust upon you that is easier to integrate and less likely to cause lasting disruptions or even trauma.

• Aim to make space in your mind, your schedule, and in your relationships for the funkiness that comes simply because things are breaking from routine.

• Before the shift, identify 1-5 “points of consistency” - a food, a movement, a way you get dressed, a thing you watch, a person you can call - anything that will not be changing that you can pointedly lean on while other things are shifting.

• In the middle of the change, pivot wisely. Sometimes you’ll need to adjust the plan to get to the desired outcome, so staying flexible with the plan but firm to your intention is key. Still, the plan was there for a reason, so resist the urge to optimize efficiency or people please when things first start getting bumpy.

You know I’m here to help you with what's changing, Reader. If you’ve ever thought, “maybe it would be cool to work with Kate”, you are correct according to the many clients who have done so, like K who says “Your work is really special, exactly what I’m needing, and I’ve never done anything like it in my 20+ years of healing.” Go for it, Reader. Take the leap and reach out. I’ll be here softening your landing.

Kate

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March 12, 2026

Hi from the past, Reader!

It’s March 11, heading into midnight. I'll finish this (and you'll get this) on March 12. I’m prepping it early which I almost never do because tomorrow I'm to Arizona where I'll be for 5 whole weeks!

It is a looooong time, I'll basically be moving there for a month. Also it will fly right by, as these sorts of things always do. It is both a huge chunk of time to get to spend with family and also a very short time to do all the many tasks and activities and hang outs that are already on the agenda.

Comically, a year ago today I shared about moving into my new office (the one that is now my old office) so apparently early spring is a time I move a lot (beginning of April 2021 is when I moved into my house!)

Last year today, I shared this juicy nugget with you all:

“This is a fast-paced world. We are action oriented - meaning we recognize and value things that look like movement, especially big movement.

Action is fantastic, but in the transtheoretical model of change, it is the last step of a long process, and it is by no means the most important one.

The beginning steps are where the magic is happening.

Think about it. When you summit a mountain and take that glorious selfie on top of the world, the moment being captured, shared, and celebrated was really only about .0001% of the over all journey it took to get there. That final step, the one we are all so keen on, came after thousands of other steps that looked like not much of anything.

Unless the time was taken to recognize them for what they were.”

-From the SiM newsletter, 'Rapid changes, or are they?'

Clearly, last year change was on my mind and in my material world.

This year, I’m about to spend a whole month living where I don’t actually live - except that for those five weeks, I will be living my life there. So I both live there (it is where I spent my first 26 years after all, doesn't that make it forever home?) and I don’t. Both both both...

Change is often thought of as a process that leads to something permanent. The step between “here” and “there”. “There” feels so very concrete when it’s talked about that way, and “change” feels like a temporary thing, a state we move through to get to where we’re going.

Except we’re always going. Change is always. Sure, there are “here”s and “there”s that we experience, but like the message I wrote 365 days ago suggests, those are really just little markers along a never-ending trail we wander along, creating that trail as we go.

Change is the constant. Change is the place that we live in. So it’s both. It is always both, always both and…

Holding complexity is hard, isn't it? Staying in the land of uncertainty and unfinished stories is not super comfortable. Most of us read books, watch movies, listen to podcasts or scroll so we can experience things that feel like they have a clear start and a clear end. We orient ourselves around weekends and we think about how good things will feel once “this part is done”.

That’s fair. It’s obvious that it helps our minds to “complete” something, to feel like we can set down our awareness and attention and just rest for a bit, or shift focus to something else without the nagging sense of leaving something left “undone”.

But also it takes holding both very fully - very carefully - to do most anything that feels meaningful in this life. Think about a relationship. Some of the juiciest moments in any relationship between two people come when the individuals involved are both fully present with themselves and with each other. The work day sucks less when you are aware that you are moving toward the end of it as soon as it starts and you actually find a groove in the process of doing the work. Food is something you eat so that you have nourished yourself. You want to have the cake, and you want to eat it too.

I don't need to tell you all the ways holding multiple perspectives and really looking at the complexities of life is critical - in this super-polarized time period, so many of us are striving to see the nuance, to be in the nuance so we can intentionally and skillfully create change. If you have live in that nuance all the time, you feel it, you feel the exhaustion that comes from knowing something is worth working toward even though we might not ever personally see what's on the other side of the change we are participating in making.

So my invitation this week is to inhabit the nuance a little differently.

To those of you who stay in the complexity - those of us who live in the gray area all the time - give yourself permission to lean into those stories with beginnings and endings. If you live or play or work in the land of nuance all the time, maybe take a little side quest into a short story or a mini series that wraps up with a nice little bow on it (I recommend The Residence). Make a piece of art and declare it finished. Notice that the meal you cooked is done, and now you get to eat it. Savor that.

To those of you who find yourself leaning often into the sensations of completion, the world of “it’s this or it’s that”, “I am here or I am there”, I invite you to play a version of the “yes, and” game. When you catch yourself reaching for a simple conclusion, a clean answer to a messy problem, or a distraction in story form of some kind - try directing your attention toward complexity for just a moment. It might look like this:

"Yes, that is one way of seeing things, and also, I could see it this way instead (insert different perspective here that you might actually genuinely find plausible)."

Or

"Yes, that TV show does look like I would enjoy it, and I wonder if there's anything happening in my life/my relationships/the world around me that could really use some of my attention before I watch it".

Change is always where we live; change takes energy to enact. And we deeply benefit from a way of looking at things that has some structure, some constants, some places to pause and rest, to just be for a moment and recoup; we need to replenish energy.

Let both be real for you.

If you are in AZ (Phoenix and Tucson, namely) and you want some in-person sessions with me hit me up: 720.282.9667. I'm down to support you in the changes you are living in.

Phx: March 16 - April 9th

Tucson: April 13-16

If you are anywhere else - you know you can catch me for a virtual session any time of year.

For people who are ready to give 6 months of attention, care, and focus to something you are changing - something in your relationship to your body, your significant other, or another part of your life - I have space to take on 4 more committed clients - is one of them you? Set up a good fit session and let's make a plan.

If you know someone you think is ready and interested in some awesome work, forward them this, nudge them to subscribe or text me, or otherwise send them my way :)

See you in the desert!

Kate

But I am here now, and I am sharing. So whether I'm joining you late, early, timely or otherwise, I'm doing it presently, and present is plenty.

I, by the way, am Kate. I'll write here as a practitioner and as a person. Bodies, relationships and community are my work - yourstabilityinmotion.com can share more, I'll not spend time on a long introduction here. My play and my personhood are about pretty similar things honestly, plus a lot more art and reading and messiness. That will show up in these pages with the rest of the professional self, I've never been all that skilled or interested in that work/life divide.

To all of you readers, thank you for your time, and for your attention. What a gift!

I look forward to reading from you, too.

Here there will be the exploration of bodies, minds, and relationships from someone who delights in nourishing all three. I spend my days working with people - massage and movement therapist, intimacy coach - and my nights and mornings teasing apart patterns I've seen and felt and had shared with me.

How fascinating we are as organisms! How fucked up and delightful and marvelous we are as members of a social species! How amazing our capacity to change is, and how comical our frequent unwillingness to do so!

These writings will speak to those patterns, and to the anomalies, and to the things I just feel are pertinent to offer here in this place.

Sometimes I write like this, all long winded and whimsy leaning. Sometimes my voice is blunt, inpatient, and unabashed. I'm sure there's other styles, all weaving around the “me” through-line. Often I cuss. Always I'm honest with the version of me that's showing up that day. Never am I big on heavy censoring, though never do I forsake thoughtfulness, integrity and respect of your time, your attention, and our relationship as writer and reader. I will keep sharing me as best I can.

Again, dear reader, I hope you do the same. Comments are welcome. Let's chat.