In April, I moved into the 2nd floor apartment of a quaint multi-family home that felt like hitting the jackpot to my son and the answer to ancestral prayers to me. The home has beautiful features. My favorites are the covered front porch, copper painted radiator pipes with leaf engravings, deep window sills ideal for sun worshiping plant roommates, and a view of Mahicantuck, the “river that flows both ways”, also known by the colonizer’s name of Hudson. 

Last spring, I exchanged coaching sessions with my friend, Mary Hoffer. Over the course of four sessions, Mary supported my exploration of what pleasure feels like in my body, what pleasures I long for, what gets in the way of me experiencing pleasure, and what it would be like to center pleasure in my life.