The Journal
Notes on breath, sound, movement and being together
What we are about, what we are doing, and what we are becoming. Written by the people in the room.
Renting Silent Disco Headsets in South Florida: What I Tell Everyone Who Calls Me
When people call me about renting silent disco headsets, they ask how it works and what it costs. Here is what I tell them, with real prices, plus the sound, lighting and DJ we can bring to your event.
Why I Stopped Going to Yoga Class and Started Listening to My Body Instead
I used to look at the clock during yoga class. Then I discovered authentic movement, a practice with no choreography, no steps, no teacher telling you what to do.
The Sound That Lives Inside Your Chest, and What Happens When You Let It Out
There's a sound that lives inside your chest. Vocal work is the practice of letting that sound come out: without translation, without performance, without judgment.
I Whispered an Intention Into a Cup of Cacao and Something in Me Shifted
A cacao ceremony is a guided ritual centered around drinking ceremonial-grade cacao, prepared with intention: part heart-centered ritual, part community, part inner journey. The practice is more available than you probably realize.
Why Your Nervous System Is Begging for This Kind of Rest
There was a year when I thought I was broken. It took me too long to realize that my mind was fine and my nervous system was the one drowning.
What Happens to Your Body During a Sound Bath (And Why You Might Cry)
Someone strikes a crystal bowl, something in you loosens, and unexpectedly your eyes fill with tears. The sound does not make you sad: it invites you to be present.
How I Found My People at 34, and Why Community Is the Most Radical Act of Belonging
I had the crystals, the altar and the breathwork app, and I was deeply, profoundly, spiritually isolated. The missing piece was not a better morning routine; it was belonging.
I Walked Into a Room Full of Strangers and Danced Until I Cried
The first time I walked into an ecstatic dance, I almost turned around. I stayed anyway, and twenty minutes later I was the one crying.