Processed Foods, Enough Good and Brené Brown
Good morning Reader Two days ago I had my first ever “womb massage.” (Correct, I don’t technically have a womb. The intention was to connect to the feminine within myself, ancestrally, genetically and archetypically.) It was really special. And painful. The session included deep, long-hold presses into my abdominal organs — stomach, liver, spleen. And it concluded with being wrapped in a faja (see picture), curling into fetal position, and being sung to. Faja wrap, post-session I walked away…