There is a big river of change happening in my world right now! Some very exciting and delightful stuff! And yet, ‘bad’ or ‘good’, stress is stress… so my body is reacting in the expected ways…

elevated blood pressure

increased muscle tension

decreased digestive activity

…and more. However, all that aside. I can’t wait!

I am moving my practice. Again. Yes, turns out I’m one of those therapists who moves around. In counting them up, this will make #6 in 9 years, plus the few clients I had at two different homes, so technically it’s 8… I’m a bit embarrassed to admit that, and yet, so what. I have always had a small practice with both short- and long-term clients. Life has happened and I have made choices. And am continually amazed and honored with how far clients will travel to see me. To be clear, I always wanted a small practice. I enjoy only seeing 10-12 clients a week, it allows me to really focus on them. That’s one of things I’ve always loved about massage therapy, the ability to work a part-time flexible schedule and do other things. Turns out mostly what I’ve done is teach massage therapy. Not exactly what I envisioned or thought I wanted, and yet clearly where I’ve belonged.

Having admitted all that about the moves, my blood pressure is higher thinking about this post. Is it cocktail time?

In all of my forty-five years, the longest I’ve lived in one place is six years, the shortest, one night. So, I suppose I’m not really surprised my practice has moved around so much. As it gets slightly less painful to think about, I lean into this new relocation. A true blessing. A home for my business. My soul.

Worth the wait. A place where the land is peaceful and the air fresh. A place where community matters and collaboration count. Something I’ve dreamed of in so many ways. A place to retreat, learn and share. If you’re wondering about the Center:

We are a cooperative of independent, holistically minded practitioners, educators, and service providers.

We come together because collaboration and community are important to us.

Together we can provide for our community, and each other, in a way no one of us could alone.

Movers, know that amazing things are possible! Each experience gives us valuable lessons. Enjoy your steps along the path, and let me know how you’re doing. I’ll keep you posted on my changes too.

By the way, this Bliss Report/Confession is post #2 in a thirty-one day challenge.


Twenty-one days with no coffee.  Starting today.  No coffee, no cappucino, latte, espresso…  Oh my.

It’s time for some change.  I get it.  I know it. I understand it.  I teach about it.  Change = SR.  Even good change causes the physiological stress response (SR).  And one of the ways I have habitually dealt with stress is to eat.  And for various reasons like many of you, I have not been moving my ass much.  I sit for work alot now.  It’s been the cold & dark season.  Feeling sluggish…  pants are tight…  I know I am not alone… 

But why coffee? Why would you want to give up that, people ask? Especially when they know how much I love it.  But coffee is a morning ritual.  And serious change needs serious morning shifts.  Jolts to the system, if you will.  I know that I feel better when I get up in the morning, eat a bite and move.  I know that.  Yet, it doesn’t seem to happen.  Coffee by the pot?  Sure.  Food before noon? Huh? Ohhh, oh yeah… I should eat something… 

My partner wants to quit the cigarettes.  Coffee and a smoke go hand in hand…  

So this morning we began.  Took the coffee maker off the counter and said YES to ourselves.

This is not about entirely giving up caffiene, or giving up coffee forever.  It is about creating shifts & seeking balance.  Choosing health.  Every decision we make is one step toward it or away.  And this is just one of those decisions, or steps.  I probably will drink coffee again.  But for now, the smell of the beans will have to suffice.  I’ll keep you posted.  😉

Be well, do good & smile often.  ~Diane