When she’s not providing tips on the care of uncircumcised males, our Noodles is busy hosting “intimate gatherings” for womxn and non-binary folk. Hey, even a woo goddess has to pay the mortgage! The latest
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A few days ago, I shared a bit about our journey of finding our home.
One of the elements of my vision was a gathering space for womxn. A lush, plush space that would have us feel like we’re floating on a cloudy – pinky hues, and the art of my ancestors.
𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦.
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴, 𝘸𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦.
In a few weeks, on the Super Blood Wolf Moon Eclipse, I’m hosting an intimate gathering in my home.
The sky will be putting on a spectacular show, and this is our opportunity to speak our desires under the fullness of the moon, and exhale what is ready to be released. And as always, we get to experience the profound joy of doing it together.
This is a longer event than usual & there are just 10 spaces available.
𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐄
𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ● 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 ● 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 ● 𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 ● 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞 ● 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫
𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝐭𝐡
𝟐-𝟏𝟎𝐩𝐦 | 𝟏𝟎 𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞
Join me at my home in Mill Valley, California, for an intimate gathering.
We’ll stretch out in our time together… We’ll circle together and explore our visions for this year, go for a short local hike, do a beautiful ritual, experience a healing breathwork practice, and enjoy a simple and healthy dinner together. We’ll end the evening sitting around the fire under the Super Blood Wolf Moon Eclipse!
All womxn and non-binary folks welcome.
Register here: bit.ly/lunareclipsecircle
Are Noah No Vowels and CROOOOOW! banished to a tree fort during the Super Blood Wolf Moon Eclipse? Speaking of No Vowels, how’s that three-month commitment container working out with less than two weeks to go? Take it away, Noodles!
A few days ago, Noah and I went on either the best or worst date ever, depending on how you look at it.
We argued about some ridiculous thing in the car, then spent the rest of our time together processing. 😑
It sucked and was also beautiful, because in the end, we let it all out, talked through our frustrations and desires, and created some new agreements.
We returned home exhausted and clear-eyed. We hugged tenderly and laughed in the kitchen, then Noah had to pack for his flight the next morning.
The next day, I was working from Noah’s desk. I opened the drawer to find a pen and found these photos.
This is the Noah I met 3 years ago. Sweet and joyful. Wildly optimistic and adventurous.
And he’s still all of those things. But parenthood and all that’s come with it has grown us up, made us too busy, and honestly has made us both f*ing cranky sometimes.
When I saw these photos, I was flooded with warmth and sweetness.
Some things are so easeful. But for the two of us — kids with divorced parents, thrust into parenthood by surprise, feeling a bit bedraggled from early-years parenting — partnership is a crucible. We fall, we learn, we adapt, we dance, we fall again, we make up. We’re learning how to be in a healthy partnership, every damn day.
Best of luck, you crazy kids! And please don’t dwell on how those crucibles turned out for Mulia Mallison, whether relationship or BOOK.
Bottom Picture! Donk has updated her FB bio:
Update: In case anyone missed it, Dodi and Donkey are OMG in love!