Self care became a phrase we use to sell things. I want to return it to its meaning, the daily devotion of treating your body as someone worth tending.
The body keeps the record of what we have lived through, and it shows in the skin. A reflection on stress, old grief, and the beauty that returns when the body is finally allowed to rest.
There is a grief we rarely name: the tender mourning of the maiden as we move toward our elder years. A reflection on aging, acceptance, and the beauty that is allowed to remain.
Why I offer aesthetic acupuncture, and what I mean when I talk about beauty. A reflection on healing that moves forward, original beauty, and beauty at every age.