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@kalidadestroya

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A lil safe haven for artistic exploration
Art for arts sake
For coaching inquiries: @iam.mightylight
I do not respond to DMs here ✌🏾

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And the shape of the day is….

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Im working on a project I have no clue how to fully execute but at least my inner critics have been cool. Good start

@thepolecollective.adamsave by @kalidadestroya

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15 days ago

Fun little video experiment as part of an art project I’m doing on the side that doesn’t need to make sense to anyone else but me - hehe.

I’ve always loved the human body since I was a child (LOVE playing doctor) but it took me a while to fully be home in mine. Every time I’ve gone away to the safer spaces in and out of my mind, what keeps me coming back is my spine. It’s the bridge between my mind and my hips, my cognition and my sex, my crown and my root, it’s not a coincidence - it’s Divine.

A healthy spine isn’t a stiff rod, but one that can handle varying degrees of articulation and stress, it waves. Beyond physiology, spinal integrity mirrors where I “have my own back” in spite of external noise and things I “should” do, and also where I can bend and soften and twist my ever evolving shapes as life calls for me to.

We’re not meant to be so stiff, rigid, and brittle like icicles, nor like a wet noodle that collapses when placed in hot water… instead more organic, alive - and our bodies get to reflect that. by @kalidadestroya

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22 days ago

My impulse when it comes to difficult emotions like grief is to “figure things out” and I find myself planning, making myself busy, distract myself with this n that…

When my body really just needs to be reminded of joy.

Not to bypass the grief, but to allow it to coexist with pleasure and lightness.

It only begins with a decision, a choice I make that helps me remember the language of my body.

My body is my first language. by @kalidadestroya

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7 months ago

Me, reclaiming my body as both a weapon and an altar 😉

Finding flow with minimal ish by @kalidadestroya

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7 months ago

Ain’t here tryna find my dude, I take it you just like the way I wine pon you 🍷

Todays exploration:
Slow walk
Pirouette to climb
Hang out in shape a lil by @kalidadestroya

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a year ago

I’m ready for breakfast in bed 🍳

Too sweaty for tricks so I kept it simple with play time mindful of these components:
- weight transfers
- undulations
- breath by @kalidadestroya

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a year ago

When was the last time you gazed at your pussy/Yoni/vulva or penis/lingam/phallus with LOVE?

The first time I intentionally looked at my vulva with a hand mirror there was a strange visceral response of repulsion.

The feelings and stories of not being pretty enough, broken or damaged, even feeling like I can’t trust her, these came up to the surface.

I sat with this discomfort and breathed into my pelvic diaphragm. With a long exhale I let these darker energies move out of me, softening my entire body.

I may not know the reason behind these stories right away, but it was clear to me I needed to spend time with them. To make things manageable I made it explorative, I asked questions.

Why is this emotion/story coming up for me?

Who said this about my body parts that I internalized and adopted for myself?

What does it create in my life?

Maybe it was the culture I grew up in that shamed sexual expression. Maybe it was the stifling of my human desire to understand sexuality, through societal conditioning of the virgin complex. Maybe it was the illusion of fulfillment through the conquest of climax in pornography. Maybe I’ve been told pussies and penises are supposed to look, do, be certain ways in order for them to be desired. Maybe it’s all those things and even more. I don’t know.

I just know that it starts with this. Being with my root truth. The seat of my soul, my creative life force energy.

If this part of me was God-given how could it ever be wrong?

Who said that it was?

I just know that reclaiming myself required actions I had to take for myself, that probably wouldn’t make sense to others.

But it’s okay.

It’s a silent prayer, in humble solitude.

This is where it begins.

📸: all images by @natureyoni by @kalidadestroya

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5 years ago

Oh Mother Nature by @kalidadestroya

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6 years ago