I'm so much more than..

a daughter, a mother, a sister, a friend, a niece, a gymnast, a girlfriend, a yogi, an auntie, an ex wife.. and even still so much more than a hand balancer, dancer, singer, writer, web designer, and avid student of science and philosophy..

and further on, I am more than a photographer, a teacher, a professing agent of holistic natural neuroscience and clinical psych, more than a researching quantum physicist, more than a theorist, inventor, brilliant author, and cirque du soliel aspiring performer..

more than a student of the Buddha, more than a breathwork practitioner, more than a Yogananda devotee, more than a reiki master, more than a yoga instructor, more than a woman in love with her own mission, complete with musicality coursing through my veins..

even still.. more than a beautiful woman, with heat upon my thighs and a song in my heart... more than a lover, more than a snack, more than a gift, more than an asshole, more than a good listener, more than a safe space, more than a trigger warning, more than a tantrica, more than a bad person..

more than a speaker, more than a reader, more than a clever, witty, tiny little child in my mind who loves candy... you see.. I am human too... and that's the hardest part.

I am all of those things, I fully admit.. and still, I am just like everyone else. Ordinary as fuck. Human straight through to the fucking core. With bones and blood and shit and organs. With feelings and dreams and preferences and wisdom and a heart of solid gold.

And I almost had no idea.

I was this close to forgetting.

I'm a fucking human.

Not a fairy.

I think I fooled us all.

Human as fuck.

Stuck this way until I'm 120, as so I promised my three beautiful children.

I no longer make promises... tho that seemed a sensible one to consider during my brain purge, so it was allowed to remain, but as a goal, not a promise. My mother hated this promise..

She would scorn me for having committed to something so painful for so long.

This was her view. She lived beautifully, but she was obsessed with death. Society's ideas tortured her fairy heart, caged her crying soul, and silenced her beautiful voice.

And so, she died.

My angel mother, obsessed with death.. imagine that. And yet, here she is in spirit, guiding her angel daughter right along as I work to begin to speak my voice. I am ever so grateful, mother.. may these love notes to the world be all we have ever wanted our voices to be... simply heard.

Thank you for listening, momma..

Chalk it up starts at Cary & Boulevard, in honor of my mother CARY, who's voice was silenced far too soon. May her voice be known now through that of her children and grand children. Speak freely, be who you are, and make sure everyone knows... its not about being 'how' much more.. its about being 'so' much more.

Ban hierarchy. Refine those egos folks, we got serious work to do out here to help these people heal and feel better. Fuck the million dollar house, its a distraction from the world yaaaa..

I know I"m not the only one feeling this way..

Where are my people?

HMU yo.. love. light. and a lot of silence until this project floats..

message me for interesting investments.. I'm brilliant, funny, off the market, out of order, artistic, strong, creative af, and about to change the world for the best...

I don't make promises. I make goals.

Let's play.

I love you e[a]ch.

Thank you for the support and kind words, always.

Much love, Sansa