06/13/2026
The other night, while watching an Earth, Wind & Fire documentary, I had a realization…
For years, I thought being an artist meant making music, painting, writing books, or creating something people could hang on a wall. I long to express in any or all of these ways… and deeply admire those who can and do.
I’ve spent so much of my life longing to be a creative. Longing to be an artist.
Then it hit me. Just before this moment…
I already am! 🤯
I. AM. ONE. ✨
My medium just happens to be different.
My canvas is the human body.
My art is comfort.
My art is safety.
My art is connection.
Every treatment is an opportunity to create a space where someone can soften, breathe, feel, heal, and remember themselves.
In the film, Maurice White spoke about creating for a universal audience, elevating consciousness, and changing the world. And this was my lightbulb…
Maybe changing the world doesn’t always happen from a stage.
Maybe sometimes it happens in a quiet room, with warm hands, a listening heart, and a safe place to land. A place to reconnect with creativity and wonder. To let go and just be…
Today I’m feeling grateful for the reminder that there are many ways to be an artist.
And that healing is a creative act. 💜
This was the moment just after blurting out “omg… that’s ME! I am an artist. I’m a BODY ARTIST.” And this is my jumbled tired perimenopausal mind trying to remember what I juuust said…🙃
Thanks to my sweet Tall Guy (and tangent train conductor) who suggested I record my thought it down so I don’t forget this ah-ha moment… 🫠
XO, Amanda