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I have been very busy this last week working at the Helping Hands Chiropractic Center here in Gainesville and with a few massages over in Crescent Beach. And I'm looking forward to getting my own practice up and running.



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My massage work is tailored to the needs of each client, drawing from a foundation of:
~Neuromuscular Therapy
~Connective Tissue Therapy
~Swedish Massage
~Polarity Therapy
~Sports Massage
~Hydrotherapy
~Reiki

I offer my total presence and awareness to clients, creating a safe environment where their own awareness can be further opened to enhance healing and invite balance and ease of movement.

If you are feeling any of the following, you will benefit from massage:
~Restriction of movement
~Pain or discomfort in your body
~Trouble sleeping
~Postural imbalance
~Stiffness or soreness
~Injury or stress
~The need to slow down and relax

Benefits often include:
~Greater ease of movement
~Increased range of motion
~Relief of pain and stress
~Relaxation
~Improved Sleep
~Enhanced feeling of well-being

I invite you to create an opportunity for stillness to occur, in which to recognize and restore balance in your own body, mind and spirit. Call or email me today and let’s find a time to get started! Be sure to inquire about my package discounts and gift certificates.

Happy New Year to you! May you find many blessings and much peaceful transformation in the coming year!

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It’s been quite a while since I’ve posted here. Life has been full. I have completed the program at Florida School of Massage and am now a licensed massage therapist. I have moved once again, this time into town and a really sweet little house that couldn’t be more perfect - very peaceful even though it’s right in town, with a great big lovely back yard for the cats (and me), and the perfect treatment room for clients. I am looking forward to doing some good work here, along with other work in the community.

It’s strange to have gone so long without posting any art or musings - almost a year, really. I am thinking a lot, for some reason, on the Cumberland Island time of magic last February, and maybe that is reminding me to reserve a spot for this next February to explore some more. Maybe it’s pointing me back to the magic and the energy for making art again. I feel closer and closer, now, and there is space in my new home for art making, too.

In the meantime, there is much to do to cultivate this new career in healing arts, and finding ways to integrate all the various art in my life. I am happy to think that all of these skills and interests seem to feed each other - each honing the other in some subtle way. I love that the meditative artwork I had been doing was all the while teaching me how to be a more clear conduit for - well, for whatever it is that moves through us as we create. For this is much the same stuff as must be present in the healing arts. The same stillness, presence and awareness are required for good work in massage. It is so essential to be present and able to listen and somehow receive direction about what is needed in any given moment - listening to the breath, the tissue, the subtle visual or energetic cues that can happen - the rhythms of the body. What an amazing dance it all is. What a wonderful opportunity to learn more each day, each moment, each time contact is made or broken or sustained.

I am continuing with dreamwork, too, and looking forward to starting a new small group here in my home, for sharing and growing with dreams.

I did do a handful of small mandala-like drawings during my time here in FL this year, so I will post a few here.

Living at the edges of time...

Last Spring/Summer, I was getting the feeling that the layers/dimensions of time/s were compressing and I was sensing a bleedthrough happening more and more. Lately, though, I have progressed from my feelings about dimensions/time-space frames bleeding through and compressing, to them approaching integration into only one time-space continuum. This is what the shift is all about. Then end of separate dimensions/layers of time and the beginning of the ONE CONSCIOUSNESS as an integrated whole. I am more and more aware of soul groups gathering in a more organized fashion - I find myself more and more readily with folks I resonate to and so I think about cymatics and how as the Earth’s vibration rises, of course we reorganize into more complex and beautiful arrangements. Of course we find our way to those we’ve shared lifetimes with (or more accurately, are always sharing with them). Perhaps, more realistically, they are actually pieces and parts of US. As the layers converge, we will integrate into our original ONE. One self. And ultimately, perhaps, one consciousness that is comprised by us ALL. Of course then I think it can’t matter that we gravitate toward a select few - for we all still comprise the whole. But then no, I remember we are but parts of the whole, and so of course those of us who are the liver are together, those who are the feet are together and so on. We are still one body. We must still find our design and fit our roles together. Complete the circuit, the circle, repolarize. Only when we are ready to act as one will we complete this unification. What can make us do this? What can make us ready to act as ONE?????

Forgot to mention...

I started working on a new website: silvermoonfrog.moonfruit.com

Been a while

Sorry it's been such a while since my last post. It's been a rich, deep time, but very busy. I moved a couple of times since the last post, so it felt weird to put a new post up after the last one, and of course school has kept me very busy and focused. What a wonderful place/time/experience all around. Much natural beauty, wonderful new people, awareness/consciousness-based learning of a whole new set of skills and ideas, shared by some really lovely teachers and practitioners.

Home is now at the back of an old horse farm, right by the stables. Nice and rustic, once again just like home in so many ways. I can hear the horses and look out past century oaks with swaying moss and palm trees over horse and cow pastures. It's quiet at night and Sundew curiously awaits the armadillo's circling of the bunkhouse each night around 11pm. Sometimes the Sandhill Cranes trumpet me awake, though it seems many have left for the season.

It's late and I'm not going to write a whole lot just now, but just making a post to say I'm still here, still learning and growing and taking in the worlds. Still dreaming (even found just the right, small local dream group to share with) and thinking in pictures...

New Digs...

Well, I finally moved to my new digs. In walking distance from school and very convenient. All the comforts of home (i.e. as rustic as my place) with the added pleasure of beautiful view including grazing goats. This place has the same quality of peacefulness that the barn studio had, where I painted all those strange landscapes. Just like there, all I want to do is sit quietly and gaze out the window. I don't even want to put on music - just like at the barn. Here, though, the spanish moss waves gently in the breeze (though I hear this town is the hottest place on earth in summer and I'm sure to find out what it's like without the breeze).

Anyway, just wanted to give you an image to hold in your mind when you wonder where I am. I'm looking forward to hearing/seeing the Sandhill Cranes again in the morning, and to exploring the 21,000 acre nature/wildlife preserve at the edge of this property. You can see it in the photo - it's the opening behind the field where the goats are.

(these are the view from the window, scent of billygoat in the breeze)




Oh, and one sunset image from my last evening at the beach.

I love how life rhymes...

According to my favorite author on the topic of Dreams and Dreaming, Robert Moss, life rhymes. I have noticed this, too, for some time now, and have had a run on these rhymes this last week. First, I went to the local thrift store here in St. Augustine. Although I normally live in GA (my parents and brother live here, and right now I’m spending some time here before going over to Gainesville for massage school soon) it’s the only place I’ve shopped for clothes in several years now. They always have just what I need, and the price is right - $2 per item of clothing. I say I have a great benefactor there, because there are always some items that fit me just right and are my favorite colors. Last week I went in with my mom - we were passing that way and didn’t really need anything, but stopped anyway. I picked up a pair of jeans that looked just my size and a couple of other items and tried them on. The jeans were just the right fit, and basically brand new. I paid my two bucks for them (gladly supporting a local charity) and took them home. When I removed them from the bag and looked at them in better light, I saw the inside of the waist band. Then I knew that of course these jeans were waiting there just for me.




A few days later, I was with my sister, who just got a great new job, so was going shopping for a few things she needed for traveling. She took me into this gigantic shoe warehouse, where there are literally thousands of shoes in one big open space. She’s getting a great salary at her new job, so she said if I found a pair I liked, she’d get ‘em for me. So I wandered around and looked at all manner of shoes - even the dark red patent leather spike heels I’d been wearing in that morning’s dream. After a while I found some Merrills that were very comfortable (I was looking for something good for standing a lot at school) and attractive enough. They fit well and I decided they were the ones for me. Then I looked at the box and saw the item name. SUNDEW. My youngest cat’s name, whom I had just collected from GA the week before. Of course out of thousands of shoes, I picked this one.

Today I was walking out on the deck to go downstairs for something and I looked down only to see the male twin of my cat Honeybear. And of course here she is, looking down at him, too. I doubt they’ll be friends, but there seems to be an extra magnetism here, nonetheless.





I love the way life rhymes. How does your life rhyme?