Elysian Healing

Buti Yoga is about healing yourself through movement. Vigorous breathwork and mindfulness tools are expertly woven through a fast-paced vinyasa. Intervals of cardio and strength training are intentionally paired with chakra clearing primal movement set to heart-pounding music, leaving you feeling endorphin-high and centered.

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I want my body to rot.
Loose skin and sagging breasts
lips thinned by the years of laughter
every line untucked and carved deep.
I want to be so wrinkled and withered
that the AI can’t even identify a face
to smooth and plump
and your $86 serum drowns itself
in my crow’s feet.

My divine feminine doesn’t need
jade eggs or goddess codes
she doesn’t need to up-level
her mind, body or or***ms
by finally investing
in your five figure quantum transmissions
or finding a man to surrender to.
She’s an old hag
Sheela-na-gig
her v***a sagging to her knees
Baba Yaga
lighting your way
with a burning skull.
She’s the dirt between your toes
the thunder clapping on a July afternoon
the ocean breaking on your thighs.
She’s singing 90s R&B
with the volume all the way up
while going 90 on the highway.

I want my belly soft and supple
full from an appetite satiated
by giant bowls of pasta
Sunday morning lovin’
long naps in the afternoon
choosing a slow burn
over hustle
every time.
I want my success measured
in joy and rest and pleasure
in how well I protect my peace
and how much I savored
the small moments.

I am the wildflowers and weeds
fu***ng up the clean edges
of your manicured lawn.
I am a raging maiden
the mother who birthed all of creation
a crone witch cackling at the audacity
of being a dangerous old woman
and loving it.
I am Lilith crashing your dinner party
with an apple pie
after you invited Eve
to wash your dishes.

When I die
I want my body to rot.
Let me be good meat
for the vultures
until I am nothing but
bone and memory
and grind me down
into an ancestor of the land.
I want to melt back into the dirt
that gets stuck under your nails
and muddies your feet
good soil for the next harvest.
I want mycelium sprouting from my decay
feeding the oaks and ash
and psychedelic epiphanies.
I want to dissolve
back down
into everything
and nothing
all at once.

~ Gina Puorro : https://ginapuorro.com: Gina M. Puorro - Writer

[Photo of Ellen Jordano by Phillippe Vogelenzang]
The Cosmic Dancer

On Clairvoyance
What if the healing power is not so much in what we can or can’t see, but how we see? In other words, the way in which we regard the soul we are seeing?

O keep squeezing drops of the sun
From your prayers and work and music and from your companions’ beautiful laughter. And from the most insignificant movements of your own holy body. Now, sweet one, be wise. Cast all your votes for Dancing! — Hafiz