Womxnhood

The 3rd Annual Women’s March happened today, but for me it was the first. I was wholeheartedly determined to go regardless of whether or not I was going alone because ironically, the last two years I had to work for a woman-owned and woman-run company during the March. I didn’t realize how much the Women’s March meant to me until I missed it. After work last year, I found myself walking through the streets of San Francisco post-March desperate to find my friends at an after party with the promise of the same “I am woman, hear me roar” energy only to find that everyone had gone home and I felt like the weather: overcast and gloomy.

I cried in public. Which isn’t a big deal in the grand scheme of things because let’s face it, I’m a crybaby. But I was just so heartbroken to have missed out on such a historical experience. So this year I promised myself I would go with friends or alone, it didn’t matter because I found assurance in knowing I would be surrounded by thousands of women who have my back, just like I have theirs.

photo of owik collection sweater

I woke up, put my Hoe Zone sweater on, pumped up my tires, turned on Janelle Monáe’s Dirty Computer album, and biked downtown. I felt excitement creep in as crowds of people made their way to Southside Park in Sacramento. I didn’t expect to see 100% elder white women in attendance, but in my experience they make up a large part of the protesting demographic so I was pleasantly surprised to see men, people of color, young and old, babies and everyone in between. The influences we have on each other by just being present is really an amazing thing.

Protesters marching

The scene was rather beautiful actually. Not only were we all here to collectively take a stand, but so many people utilized their creative and artistic abilities to design signs, clever phrases, wearing costumes and coordinating props with their allies. As women we have a lot to say (or talk to you much if you want to further support the stereotype) but the plethora of messages I saw that day were all over the board from DACA, to equal pay to reproductive rights. The common denominator among all signs was that each person was fighting for more than just themselves and sometimes not even themselves at all. I was moved.

Two women protest with signs

Instead of a sign I carried my camera, assumed my role as photographer, documentarian, historian, keeper of truth. Funny thing is I was actually recognized because of it. I ran into a beautiful soul I bonded with at Burning Man. I walked away from that interaction feeling grounded, anchored by the same beautiful energy I experienced in the desert, only here marching for women’s rights.

marching band
aztec dancers

The entire experience was ushered along by a New Orleans style marching band and a drumming circle. “How perfect!” I thought because I know how much women love to dance! (or is it just me?) I felt an unspoken bond with the musicians as we made eye contact, like we recognized each other‘s roles in facilitating such an event. Midway through, as the majority of the March was happening in the street, the Latinx community forged their way at a somewhat quicker pace up the sidewalk brandishing artistic feminine renditions of Che Guevara and Angela Davis, chanting “hermana escucha!!” (Sister listen!!) as they followed the Aztec dancers in full traditional garb. I’m not of Latinx or Spanish descent but growing up in California, looking as I do, I’ve had a Latina experience and it warmed my heart to see my Latinx sisters showing up and showing out. I stepped aside to document their display before I merged back into the crowd.

8 piece band sings

At that moment I found myself getting emotional because the energy was palpable. Here we go crying public again! But there was a photo op I couldn’t miss so I had to temporarily swallow the tears and get back to my mission. Just then an older woman reached out to me for an embrace, smiled and said “thank you for showing up“ as if validating all of the emotional history I had surrounding this day. I hugged her back and smiled, speechless. I cried (in public) as I wrote this because her gesture was so impactful.

Our caravan of festive and outspoken people rounded the corner after passing an eight piece acoustic band of elders playing “Let It Be” by The Beatles. We joined in and sang an encore chorus or two before we hit Capitol Plaza and everyone spread out to get their photo taken in front of the Capitol building. Some stylized, some capturing the moment, me wondering what’s next. I came across the Raging Grannies harmonizing with vigor as their sweet little voices were heard, recorded and admired by all who witnessed their movement. I silently vowed to myself to be exactly like them when I’m their age.

raging grannies
keynote speakers at the Capitol

That’s when I heard the first speaker of the event coming through on the loudspeaker. Her focus was on the ongoing struggles of the Indigenous/Native Peoples of California. She was followed by several empowering women who touched on reproductive rights, health care, the prison system, the government shut down to name a few topics. But one woman, Angelique Ashby got the crowd fired up as she highlighted an entourage of women standing behind her who were voted into office in the Sacramento area. All of the guest speakers were inspiring, motivating and their messages were very clear: Don’t give up. This fight takes work and we can all do a little bit more.

speaker at womens march

Just as hunger set in, I heard the MC Coco Blossom from Sacramento Youth Speaks announce that Beyoncé was hitting the stage. Did I question why Queen Bey would grace Sactown with her presence and not her hometown of Houston, Texas? Yes. Did I make my way back to the stage to see what all the hoopla was about? Of course. Sure enough there was an amazing performance happening on stage, with lots of hair flipping, thigh high boots and sensational choreography. Turns out after the 30 minute set, the headliner Miss Shalae who entertained us with her high energy performance skills announced proudly that she was the First Black Trans Woman to headline a Women’s March and she was praised for it by all in attendance.

And that, my friends, is what womanhood is all about.

-Isabel

V. 1 There’s A Meeting At Broad Room

While we have been stumbling around trying to build a brand. These broads had it all figured out. So figured out, that they had the perfectly designed outlet for our first big project as Blooming Dreamers. Welcoming us with open arms and providing a space for our creativity was generous, we really couldn’t ask for much more! But it just so happened that the Universe saw fit that we all connect on an even greater level.

Amateurs could never do this well interviewing without such a duo to highlight. Claire and Shevaun are your next girl crushes. From humble beginnings to shared success; we cover it all. Snag the earphones so you don’t miss a beat.

broad room

A Beautiful Sick Day

There is beauty in healing your body the way nature intended.

I strive to have such an intense and profound relationship with my entire being, just so that I can anticipate my every need. Being able to quickly decipher what is missing from your balance physically and emotionally is a skill that takes practice, and absolutely essential to your survival and wellness. There is a lot of listening and feeling going on when honing this skill. I’m not all the way there yet but I amaze myself on the fact of; when I come through, I come all the way through.

A few weeks ago I came down with a cold and I just knew a sinus infection was in my future, it was just a matter of time. My husband and I had plans to go away for a weekend to an office holiday party/romantic weekend. However, just a day before my toddler fell ill. We packed him up and brought him along for the ride. Resting in a hotel room is only bound to create a prime environment for a giant Petri Dish. While I could feel the effects before we made our way back home, I was doing everything in my power to slow it down. Zinc, Sudafed, herbal tea and lots of water.

The work week came and by Tuesday, at 10 am – the alarms in my head were going off. “Get out!” Within 5 minutes I was closing down shop, off to The drug store for the essentials; vitamin C, tissues, ibuprofin and saline rinse. Within the hour, I had a fresh pot of veggies going and chicken baking in the oven. I was getting ready to eat the best chicken noodle soup I have ever made in my life. Celery, carrots, onions, garlic, two types of broth, olive oil, seasonings, noodles…. and chicken.

It wasn’t until just a couple years ago I discovered turmeric was the secret ingredient in making this soup go round. Add some cracked black pepper and garlic; you just made yourself a superfood. A home made meal full of warmth and nutrients – is filled with love, care and healing.

So many issues we face today surrounding our health involve what we eat, or even what we leave out of our diets. I personally am coming to realize how much we can really help our bodies and our minds with a little peace and some food laced with rich vitamins and minerals. Do yourself a favor and start with your gut. Your whole system will thank you for being so mindful.

Vintage Skills

Although I am well acquainted in practice, I never heard the phrase until a few months ago as we were in the fetal stages of creating this blog. Vintage skills can be broken down into three general categories: home/life, first aid, and outdoor survival. I’d like to think I’m an expert at all three, but I thrive in the first set of skills courtesy of my mother.

Let me paint you a picture; it’s the 1970s, my parents were hippies, sporting their patchwork denim, tending to the garden, building their own furniture and eating homemade granola. My dad was great with cars and carpentry and my mom sewed clothes for all my siblings. My parents are makers by passion, not necessarily by trade, but passed down the love for working with my hands.

My generation didn’t get to take home ec as an elective in school (in Sacramento, CA) but turns out I didn’t need to. Ever since I was a little girl my mom taught me everything she knows. Of course some things stuck like crocheting and jewelry making and some dissipated like piano lessons. But the underlying commonality among all the skills I have acquired since then is the joy I find in the hand-made process. I thrive on complex instructions, minute details and hours upon hours of repetition to create a tiny masterpiece. 

I eventually learned how to teach myself to fix things that were broken, study how things work and ultimately create less waste by upcycling old clothing or repurposing discarded objects. As for my survival skills, I know which way is north because my mom always quizzed me on road trips where I had to use the Thomas map book instead of watching an in car DVD player. These are life skills I don’t take for granted because they paved the way for a life filled with the desire to learn. 

Here at Blooming Dreamers we find vintage skills to be an essential part of our foundation. It is rewarding not only to learn something new but to teach each other as well. Sharing knowledge is just one more way we can fortify and uplift our community, enriching the minds and lives of the next generation and sometimes an older one. If you have a vintage skill you’d like to share, comment below or tag us on Instagram @bloomingdreamers. Sharing is caring folks, especially when it’s hand-made!

 

Floating High

This past year I have finally recognized how committed to my growth I am. At moments it feels like a high school relationship that began with a slow dance and others, a 32-year-old marriage that has finally found its stride. My husband has been instrumental on this journey I have found myself on. One of the things he brought to me was floating. The spa is located in my old stomping grounds, which holds a lot of nostalgia for me. That’s right – down the street from Immaculate Conception, around the corner from 4th Ave park and smack dab in the middle of Broadway.

“In this stimulant-free environment, gravity, temperature, touch and sound drop to nearly non-existent levels. 1,100 lbs of dissolved Epsom salt in 10 inches of water holds your body effortlessly on the surface, removing all pressure from your muscles, joints and bones. At the perfect temperature, the water around you exactly matches your skin temp, causing you to loose connection between where you end and the water begins. With no body to attend to, your mind is unleashed to explore and expand untouched depths of consciousness and relaxation.”

-Capital Floats’ website

He’s been so many times that I thought, “okay – this has to be good if he keeps going.” I didn’t research it, just booked and showed up. Surprisingly, I showed up at 8:15 AM already in a very zenful state. I say surprisingly because weekday mornings are full of chaos and commuting for me, which for me are recipes for the road rage I have been working on managing. Amber was the person to greet me that morning and I’m thankful that she is an empath because she served me with the same energy I was giving and that level of thoughtfulness is greatly appreciated. After my tour, I found myself in my private room naked and in love.

Image courtesy of Capital Floats

I took a warm shower to rid my body and hair of excess dirt and oils. Then, I opened the door to my chamber. Ya’ll, let me tell you technology has just come so far. I opted for the low frequency spa tones and blue light over the dark and silent space. But, I plan on going back so many times I will have tried something new every single time.

Once I got used to the buoyancy of the water, I was able to easily recline and began to float. Eyes closed I was daydreaming about what other sensations would be comparable to this – swimming in the ocean, gliding through space or a child being thrown in the air. It took some time for my brain to settle and stop making to-do list but I actively pushed them out so I could enjoy the experience. I felt like a mermaid. I closed my eyes and felt like I was traveling dimensions. The weightlessness of your body allows you to do things and experience them pain free. For instance, I’ve had a pain in my lower back since i’ve had my baby. Something told me to arch and release until I felt better and it was better than popping an Advil. Your brain and nervous system are thankful to you for letting them handle the situation. I followed suit with other little aches I didn’t even know bothered me until now.

Halfway through, my senses were extremely heightened. I could hear things very clearly, as if I wasn’t under water at all. My body got warmer and I am pretty sure I fell asleep on the most comfortable bed I’ll ever be on. The dreams I had were vivid and thought provoking. Many things were going through my head at the end. I was enjoying this warm weightless feeling but I also couldn’t wait to get out and tell the world about floating.

This was such a wonderful experience. I’ve finally had a couple of days to reflect, and here is what I would recommend and do differently next time:

Meditate – Identify what your intentions are before going in. My intentions were to take better care of my health and nurture my business.

Journal – Write it out the night before or day of. Mike calls the thoughts that rapidly surface and keep you from focusing, Monkey Brain. I was having a lot of disruptive thoughts. Everywhere from my last meal to going back to work in a week.

Sedate – Maybe this is a place where you want to be alert and in the moment. I did that, I don’t want to do it again. Whatever you decide to use to relax, do it. The facility has tea and CBD oil on hand.

Travel Light – I arrived with not 1, but 2 bags. I’m gonna tell you what I had so you understand you do not need anything. In my B A G S – whole makeup kit, rose oil, rosemary water, new change of clothes, shoes, body spray, lotions, lap top, journal, planner and purse.  You are going somewhere to feel free and lifted. Do not go in there the same way you come out; weighed down.

Have Fun Guys, I’ll see you there. Float on!

http://www.capitolfloats.com/benefits-of-floating/

Post Float Room @ Capital Floats Image: BD Kila