Christine Anderson

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 of muscle and bone.On the left, Venus—sensuality, intuition, emotion.On the right, Mary—stability, strength, action. As we examined her parts separately, she assembled in our presence, the wholeness of a human being. I ask clients first, “How’s your body?”Second, “What do you want to work on today?” Because you are […]

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 birth.  Looking deeply through this physical fragility brought incredible insight into who I was and why… definitely new terrain for me, but I went with it.  I sewed green hearts onto all of my yoga shirts because in yoga speak, shoulders are an extension of the heart and I […]

Why is the schedule locked? ☝️ It’s important to me that you have priority access to my schedule. This time of year, especially, people are desperate to use up benefits and RMTs receive high numbers of new clients that may never book again—clogging up our calendars and limiting access for existing clients. ✌️I feel best when my treatments are effective. Saving space in my schedule for those of you who are seeking expertise over convenience, supports this goal. 👋If you are a new client you can register for booking through the link in my bio. It may take me a […]

In 2017, I saw Roger Waters live for the first time and vowed not to miss another show if he came around again. Typically, I prefer the intimacy of a small venue, but there are performers and stages that are meant for big crowds, and the genius behind Pink Floyd is one of them. It was the best live show I had ever seen, and not just because the stage and lights were phenomenal. Back in 1979, when I was just seven, it was The Wall that initiated me into the art of sound. Beyond the lyrics, each song pulled me along complex threads of emotion […]

My dad was a connoisseur of music. Our second floor bathroom had a speaker that was wired to the record player in the living room, and his darkroom in the basement was fed from the stereo in the rec room next door. His joy of music went beyond the white noise of radio play. I remember the way he would give an album his full attention, as if taking it in by ritual. A glass of wine in hand, he’d park himself on the floor in the basement, propped up by the couch and listen to an album from start […]

The Old Apartment at 320 is the first of the Apartment Series… I’ve lived in a lot of places, and have decided to report on them all—now that I have stopped moving for once. Subscribe below. In the summer of 2005 I paid some movers to pack up my Chinatown apartment and drive its contents along the 401 to Montreal. I had no idea what I was doing. The boyfriend I was moving toward had just broken up with me—having met his new girlfriend while we were out for coffee together on the last morning of my previous visit—but I […]

I know I am not alone when I say that I grew up feeling inferior, unseen and misunderstood. As a result, I have spent my life striving for perfection in order to feel accepted by those I have surrounded myself with. I am still the girl who repeated third grade because I didn’t care to grasp the concept of numbers or the correct letters that make up words. But as an adult I am gifted with finances in a way most people I know are not. My skill for stringing together thoughts on paper has become something surprising even to […]

I am obsessed with the benefits of embodiment. I believe the body is the place where emotion goes to hide. Tucked away safely in the tissues of our physical form, the mind is relieved of the burdensome fluctuations of feeling. The body is a fantastic receptacle for unprocessed experience, but there is a limit to its capacity to store. Physical sensation can be a tool for immediate acknowledgement of feeling, and for embodiment. Sensation that you feel safe to explore melds the different facets of our being, allowing communication between body and mind through observation.  I have spent hundreds of […]

My mother modelled what it was to be a great friend. She kept in touch with many people over many miles. Writing letters and taking road trips that kept her present in friendships that may not have otherwise survived the distance. A generous gift-giver, she went above and beyond. I learned these things from her. In the presence of my peers I excelled at friendship. I was loyal and supportive. I never forgot a birthday and sent hand-made Christmas cards jammed with words that everyone loved to receive. I took annual road trips with several stops to visit with the […]