RACHAEL SCARR

2020 was the year of no flow. The year of unsteady. The year of discontinuous. I guess that's why, heading into a new year, I was craving

A few years ago I started a tradition of setting a word for the New Year over resolutions. Resolutions, for me, felt like failure traps.

In these moments of upheaval and uncertainty, I’ve found it important to find the ground beneath me - literally.

Our bodies hold onto memories, usually in the form of tension. With all the trauma we've been experiencing this year...our selves have gone

Last week, I turned 29. What an interesting age. The beginning of the end of an era. Era: a long and distinct period of history with a parti

It’s a weird time. We’re transitioning…again. I normally live for the fall. But I find myself in Sept. of 2020 dreading it, and not sure why