Dance Goddess Sheena Black returns to The Living Well to teach Afro Cuban Dance. Join this 4 Week Body Movement class starting Tuesday April 25th – May 16th. Cost $15. Please arrive by 6/45 pm. Parking available.
C.O.S.L. Was established in 2011 by Keytah Murray and Ukana McPherson. Their mission was to motivate women to be the best they could be. The Living Well community enjoyed weekly “dancehersize” classes, meet ups and fashion shows. We celebrate these healing Sheroes for their vision and commitment to healing our community.
The Living Well continues the journey to healing Saturday April 8th with Ballet After Dark. Join founder Tyde Courtney Edwards for an unique “Trap-Ballet fitness class. The goal of this class is to provide a safe space for women of all ages and body types to release the trauma of sexual and domestic assault.
The Living Well is preparing for a mega yoga class on April 2nd at 11:30 am. We are using this class as an opportunity to promote healing and to discuss strategies to reduce toxic stress and depression.
We are asking the community to support this important initiative by donating a new or gently used yoga mat so that we can share with individuals and families who attend our Healing Technologies forums such as yoga, Qigong, singing circles, dance etc.
You can drop a mat off at our location on Wednesdays and Sundays at 235 Holliday Street. You can also drop off at the following locations:
- Dovecote Cafe – 1400 Madison Street
- Reflection Eternal – 2431 St. Paul Street
- Terra Cafe – 101 E. 25th Street
This is a family friendly event. We encourage you to bring your children especially if he or she is experiencing anxiety or depression.
Please RSVP for this FREE class at email@example.com. Please share this event with your community.
The first 45 minutes of our workshop will be for the sisters who are learning Yoni Egg Basics. We will answer questions, choose eggs, and get acquainted.
Please bring a yoga mat (we have a few extras) and a snack to share.
Cost is $20 in advance, and $30 at the door. Space is limited. Send PayPal w/a note to firstname.lastname@example.org or follow the link and pay at: https://www.paypal.me/
Our Creative Director Jason Harris sends us a journal entry.
I am here in Chuka, a county in central Kenya on the east slopes of Mt. Kenya. This is a snippet of a journal I am keeping about this trip…..
I don’t know if the locals here in Chuka refer to Mt. Kenya as a Woman or a Man. What it is first and foremost is a mountain, a broad titan that spreads across the vista with its peak shrouded most of the day in towering cumulus puffs, like a grandparent with secrets; after circumnavigating it for several hours, I took to referring to the mountain in my head as ‘the great unknowable ‘. I would imagine that on some satellite photos, the topography of the mountain changes daily…based on the mountains whims, not anything within the realm of human explanation. Yet at the same time, it is clearly benevolent to those who live in its shadow, as there are countless farms yielding every manner of bounty on its verdant foothills.
The most absurd fiction peddled to our imagination is that Africa is this vast land of animals bereft of people. I cannot imagine the falsehood laid bare anywhere more strongly than in Kenya, a place sold to the white world as a giant safari park that happens to have a city (Nairobi) on the edge of the park. Kenya is a nation of Black People, with a colonial residue as only could be rendered by the insufferable British. There are Indians, as well as evidence of the Chinese incursion; a whole swath of buildings on the route from Jomo Kenyatta airport sport Kanji phrases and names.
Kenyans dominate the scenery. They are beautiful peoples. I saw a dude transporting a dresser on the back of a motorcycle. I saw multiple dudes pulling carts, loaded down with hundreds of pounds of building materials. I saw countless Women trudging with bags, shovels, sticks, babies, or life in general arrayed in various manner on their backs. I saw septuagenarians riding bikes up and through the foothills of Mt, Kenya, some inclines steep enough that cars were straining.
In Baltimore, we share the stoop; in Kenya, we share the shade. Scene after scene of folks sitting on the ground, clustered inside the forgiving shadow of a tree or bush. Cattle being herded on the side of the highway by men. Lean soldiers in their smart green uniforms walking cool and proud, long ass machine gun dangling at their sides. Men carving furniture, tinkering with Motorbikes; Women cutting trees, everyone hawking water at various towns in the middle of the street. Highways where traffic slows because of people crossing. Alive and getting it….one way or another.