Christine Anderson

Content Warning: this generously sentimental post contains themes of self-help, woo, optimism, morning routines and radical self-empowerment. Twenty-five years ago, some unexplainable force had me walking into a strange environment full of sweaty half-naked bodies breathing like Darth Vader. I’ve said over and over again through the years that it was […]

Following a gruelling search, I moved into this apartment as a massage therapy student in 2011. Months before, I had returned home from two years living in Costa Rica. You all know it as being the place I taught yoga retreats, meditated in nature, volunteered at a wildlife sanctuary and lived […]

I was probably 14 when I first tried a real cigarette. It was so disgusting, there was no chance I was going to become addicted. I grew up surrounded by cancer and second-hand smoke. Both my maternal grandparents and my uncle died of lung cancer. Everyone on my mom’s side of […]

Embodiment is about authenticity. Authenticity is about embodiment. Silence. Deep listening. Observation. Feeling. A true attunement of body and mind.  My body is an antenna, taking in everything around me and infusing my cells with information that comes in the form of feeling, intuition. When I am still, my brain can […]

When you want to get to the bottom of your pain but your RMT runs out of time because they spent too long on the good side—book a Pain/Injury treatment. This is a detailed approach to your pain. It’s interactive. It’s thorough. It’s effective. More than JUST massage.

When your body hurts but you don’t want to focus on the pain. Book a wellness treatment for a feeling of overall bliss. We don’t need to talk, silence during massage allows you to connect more fully.

Part III — rewind to 2005 and my first human dissection💀 After the skin had been cut away, a vibrant glow of yellow, pink and splashes of green emanated from our donor— fat. We carefully dissected this layer as a complete blanket and laid it down beside the newly naked structure […]

In January of 2000 I dislocated my collarbone in a yoga pose. Recovery was long… I had never been as mindfully present physically, while I struggled to regain my pre-injury practice. It was a surprise to discover that my body had been quietly detailing the emotional nuances of my existence since […]