The Anatomy of Anxiety (2 of 2)

By Alicia Moore A couple of weeks ago I shared a post about a friend of mine that passed away. I touched on anxiety, and how it can manifest in the body. We often want to curl up and hide from the world; we wish to conceal, disappear, disintegrate. It’s funny, because...

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The Anatomy of Anxiety

By Alicia Moore (Part 1 of 2) A brilliant, beautiful friend of mine was murdered six weeks ago. It has taken me nearly all of that time to unravel myself from the tight ball I contorted my body into. It was as if the news had made my belly muscles contract, pulling me...

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The Dance- A Poem

by Alicia Moore   In the moonlit mountain air, I dance to the maddening bass in my head-- bonfire ablaze at my feet as I thrash my body in the deep, orange glow of night. Little glass bottles of Ayahuasca shake and clank as each foot thumps the grayish clay. I am...

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Musings on Music

By Alicia Moore “Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.” ― Maya Angelou Music has changed the trajectory of my life; it has pulled me to shore, and pushed me out to sea. Music is my anchor, my life vest, my...

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