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Hi! My name is Daisy. I am originally from Manhattan’s Lower East Side, but was raised in New Orleans’ Saint Roch neighborhood where I currently live with my boyfriend and artist J. Felix, our chihuahua, cat, and bunny. I relocated about a year and a half ago after learning of my mother’s breast cancer diagnosis and finding myself otherwise untethered, aimless, and unsatisfied with NYC where I had returned for college. The family I’d had there flocked West (to LA) and many others seemed to be leaving, too. Prior to that moment, I had somewhat recently graduated from The New School’s Eugene Lang College with my Bachelor of Arts in History & Minor in Gender Studies, as well as Yoga Vida’s 200 Hour Yoga Teacher Training Program. Mom wanted to open a Vegan restaurant, I was interested in helping, in mending and meaningful work. I was certainly craving a slower pace, some physical space to think, and more of a connection to nature! My path already had wandered in unexpected directions… I was not sure what was next. Especially in the face of such unsettling news!

I began college at Rutgers’ DRC thinking I would study to become an OB-GYN to incorporate midwifery and encourage more holistic care and birthing practices for women; to promote access to good resources, knowledge, and honest information regarding the female body! I discovered my passion for and the necessity of such matters in my high school Women’s History class (and through personal experience), but did not understand the depths of my interest. I knew that my own birth had been under the care of a midwife at a Manhattan maternity center, the kind of which hardly exist today; I was also aware this was largely because my parents did not have health insurance at the time. Alas, I quickly discovered that I was miserable! After taking a year off and working, I made the switch to TNS which suited me much better but presented a different path of study.

There, I approached matters once again through a mostly historical bent and was introduced to wonderful frameworks and female philosophies and figures that provided me with a depth of understanding and much inspiration. Throughout college, I continued work in fashion which I knew from my parents (design assist, modeling, styling, photography, costume & wardrobe), tried out some internships (PR, web editorial, cultural programming), and ventured into the world of boutique hospitality and lifestyle curation (The Broome, Rachel Soleil). I contributed and volunteered for academic initiative “The New Historia” and “The Berkshire Conference.” Fell in love! I was active and interested, but could not help feeling as though I had somehow skirted my original pursuit in health, nor was I sure of where I was headed with all I was doing. I wondered whether I ought to have majored in something like writing or anthropology, or whether I might have stuck it out at Rutgers after all?

So I never had any great clarity about my college career or path in that regard. Outside of school and work, I always returned to my Yoga practice and it’s true that my personal interrelations occupied much of my time and energy. Otherwise, I devoured books and content about things that piqued my interest (authors, from Stephen Cope, David Sedaris, Elena Ferrante, Donna Tartt, Fran Lebowitz, Anthony Bourdain, subjects from diet to yoga to birth to myth to biographies). I craved and admired purpose and genius in many regards, and while I raked my experiences for what they were worth I was still somehow denying the things that were closest to my own heart in some ways. I would not yet realize that these things had been my own most profound channel of change and empowerment and that at the core, all of these things might have some relevance for me. It was not until I returned to New Orleans and revisited my roots and the Yoga studio I first went to that I uncovered with some clarity a spirituality within and all around me that went previously unacknowledged. It was then I found a letter from my late grandmother that conveyed some of what I needed to know. To also see that where I have been struggling the most may indeed be where I will have the most to offer, if I am willing to do the work. I had to see many ways in which I had been grasping and deluding myself, unwilling to see my own afflictions and question their origins. To accept the way that things were. Could I trust the unfolding? Nothing was going quite the way that I’d imagined.

The common thread (I am beginning to see) is that these practices and resources and fields of study touch what is timeless and uniquely Feminine, depend on stories and wisdom in order to persist, require patience and practice and dedication and bravery in order to unearth invaluable gems that pertain to one’s true gift, value, and potential. In their own way, they go against the grain and sometimes brush up against something that seems magic and otherworldly. All of these outward resources and experiences helped me better understand myself, led me further inward toward healing, provided me with a history, lineage, and framework that is otherwise quite mysterious, misunderstood, hidden, and sometimes erased from our purview. They also make me realize that my story is uniquely my own! And that I am in charge of my own life, happiness, fulfillment. Sometimes I may have been a shade (or many) off, but I have sought truth, honesty, answers, and a better life through following my nose as best I could. When you know better, you do better!

History, spirituality, and ancient practices are rich with stories, mythologies, concepts that are really important for at least my own personal sense of self. These are the stories of our lives! Women calling on an often heroic inner strength in hardship, the medicine of the pain, incredible resilience. Yet, a simultaneous and equally important dependence on community or interaction with a higher power. Their experiences affirmed my own and showed me infinite possibilities and purpose with which to forge the road ahead. I found healing in the stories, and recognized some of the unique factors that have shaped women’s lives and the way they they have moved throughout the world. “Maternal Thinking” does not end or even begin with children and arguably is a pathway for political peace. This aspect of ourselves needs to be welcome into all facets of life.

The body also tells your story and is not exempt from this need; it stores information, and contains multitudes. Understanding the stories of the body and mind are also fundamental to my sense of self. Recognizing the patterns. Louise Hay purports that it is our thoughts that perfectly inform the body and our reality. There is a “Wild Power” and feedback system available and innate to women, at certain points in life women “come into” this power. Sometimes it’s at menstruation, birth, menopause - sometimes through other milestones. You can birth more than a baby; the act of creation is always the same. In these moments, you can sense the spiral of time, the cycle of life; the destruction of creation, the contraction that precludes expansion, the shared experience and the infinitely unique expressions thereof. If I am able to recognize the importance of birth, then this interest and awareness has melted over into a curiosity about childhood developmental psychology, and the merging of “Eastern Body, Western Mind.”

I know that these are the bones of my calling, but I am still learning how to piece them together. So, here’s a space made for exploration. I look forward to end of the year programs in Bhakti Yoga and a Doula Training. I am sensitive, an empath, and a great organizer, a spotter of serendipity and signs. Wonderer about the mystical and metaphysical. I appreciate beautiful clothing and surroundings are just different ways of self-expression. I enjoy astrology, adventure, good company, good food & drink, solitude, and being firmly planted at home. I have traveled throughout the United States and outside to Mexico, Costa Rica, Italy, France, Germany, England/ UK, Croatia, Czech Republic, Austria, and Thailand.