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Claudia Black Instagram - Waaaay too much fun behind the scenes shooting some images for the @lifeafterproject with @makeupartistmana and @hair.by.hare this was the most sane I looked all day. And I haven’t smiled as much and played this much on a shoot in a long time. Silly to follow...
Claudia Black Instagram - #gameawards2017
Claudia Black Instagram - Oh hey...tbt behind the scenes of the #lifeafterproject with @lifeafterproject @hair.by.hare and @makeupartistmana ...she had the Midas touch... but she touched it too much
Claudia Black Instagram - “Hey Bubble” A moment in time where now fully vaxxed, I whisk a bestie away for a mini adventure down by the sea. A bestie whom I sometimes endearingly nickname bubble- and whose superstar dog I also sometimes call bubble-who both have also comprised the entirety of my COVID bubble, and in this moment of newfound and slightly daunting freedom we find ourselves walking into a sea of...bubbles. What a year. What a friendship. What a thing a bubble be. Bubbles can be made of dish soap and formed from wind and rope by some dude dispensing fleeting moments of joy, for a tip. They can be formed in global pandemics with someone you can truly trust with your life when suddenly other people- even those you know and love - can through no fault of their own, or through denial, become a threat to your personal safety. Bubbles can hold an emergency trip to the vet for a dog that somehow one fateful night beats all the odds and continues to exceed expectations. Bubbles include emergency blasting of the Peter Gabriel song from the John Cusak movie from my car and across an unsuspecting street. And the witnessing of the precise moment the Christmas lights turned on at Christmas Tree Lane; the loud Aahhhh that spontaneously followed in stereo. There’s falling on the ground in tears after our first CDC sanctioned hug. The moment realizing that it was mini bubble’s first time experiencing the ocean. Bubbles can be the effervescent people we love who encapsulate joy like onomatopoeia in motion. The gratitude they inspire might very well keep a heart open long after the dude with the soapy rope packs up for the day. I thank everything holy for my...bubble. Hey, Bubble. Hey.
Claudia Black Instagram - “Hey Bubble” A moment in time where now fully vaxxed, I whisk a bestie away for a mini adventure down by the sea. A bestie whom I sometimes endearingly nickname bubble- and whose superstar dog I also sometimes call bubble-who both have also comprised the entirety of my COVID bubble, and in this moment of newfound and slightly daunting freedom we find ourselves walking into a sea of...bubbles. What a year. What a friendship. What a thing a bubble be. Bubbles can be made of dish soap and formed from wind and rope by some dude dispensing fleeting moments of joy, for a tip. They can be formed in global pandemics with someone you can truly trust with your life when suddenly other people- even those you know and love - can through no fault of their own, or through denial, become a threat to your personal safety. Bubbles can hold an emergency trip to the vet for a dog that somehow one fateful night beats all the odds and continues to exceed expectations. Bubbles include emergency blasting of the Peter Gabriel song from the John Cusak movie from my car and across an unsuspecting street. And the witnessing of the precise moment the Christmas lights turned on at Christmas Tree Lane; the loud Aahhhh that spontaneously followed in stereo. There’s falling on the ground in tears after our first CDC sanctioned hug. The moment realizing that it was mini bubble’s first time experiencing the ocean. Bubbles can be the effervescent people we love who encapsulate joy like onomatopoeia in motion. The gratitude they inspire might very well keep a heart open long after the dude with the soapy rope packs up for the day. I thank everything holy for my...bubble. Hey, Bubble. Hey.
Claudia Black Instagram - “Hey Bubble” A moment in time where now fully vaxxed, I whisk a bestie away for a mini adventure down by the sea. A bestie whom I sometimes endearingly nickname bubble- and whose superstar dog I also sometimes call bubble-who both have also comprised the entirety of my COVID bubble, and in this moment of newfound and slightly daunting freedom we find ourselves walking into a sea of...bubbles. What a year. What a friendship. What a thing a bubble be. Bubbles can be made of dish soap and formed from wind and rope by some dude dispensing fleeting moments of joy, for a tip. They can be formed in global pandemics with someone you can truly trust with your life when suddenly other people- even those you know and love - can through no fault of their own, or through denial, become a threat to your personal safety. Bubbles can hold an emergency trip to the vet for a dog that somehow one fateful night beats all the odds and continues to exceed expectations. Bubbles include emergency blasting of the Peter Gabriel song from the John Cusak movie from my car and across an unsuspecting street. And the witnessing of the precise moment the Christmas lights turned on at Christmas Tree Lane; the loud Aahhhh that spontaneously followed in stereo. There’s falling on the ground in tears after our first CDC sanctioned hug. The moment realizing that it was mini bubble’s first time experiencing the ocean. Bubbles can be the effervescent people we love who encapsulate joy like onomatopoeia in motion. The gratitude they inspire might very well keep a heart open long after the dude with the soapy rope packs up for the day. I thank everything holy for my...bubble. Hey, Bubble. Hey.
Claudia Black Instagram - “Hey Bubble” A moment in time where now fully vaxxed, I whisk a bestie away for a mini adventure down by the sea. A bestie whom I sometimes endearingly nickname bubble- and whose superstar dog I also sometimes call bubble-who both have also comprised the entirety of my COVID bubble, and in this moment of newfound and slightly daunting freedom we find ourselves walking into a sea of...bubbles. What a year. What a friendship. What a thing a bubble be. Bubbles can be made of dish soap and formed from wind and rope by some dude dispensing fleeting moments of joy, for a tip. They can be formed in global pandemics with someone you can truly trust with your life when suddenly other people- even those you know and love - can through no fault of their own, or through denial, become a threat to your personal safety. Bubbles can hold an emergency trip to the vet for a dog that somehow one fateful night beats all the odds and continues to exceed expectations. Bubbles include emergency blasting of the Peter Gabriel song from the John Cusak movie from my car and across an unsuspecting street. And the witnessing of the precise moment the Christmas lights turned on at Christmas Tree Lane; the loud Aahhhh that spontaneously followed in stereo. There’s falling on the ground in tears after our first CDC sanctioned hug. The moment realizing that it was mini bubble’s first time experiencing the ocean. Bubbles can be the effervescent people we love who encapsulate joy like onomatopoeia in motion. The gratitude they inspire might very well keep a heart open long after the dude with the soapy rope packs up for the day. I thank everything holy for my...bubble. Hey, Bubble. Hey.
Claudia Black Instagram - “Hey Bubble” A moment in time where now fully vaxxed, I whisk a bestie away for a mini adventure down by the sea. A bestie whom I sometimes endearingly nickname bubble- and whose superstar dog I also sometimes call bubble-who both have also comprised the entirety of my COVID bubble, and in this moment of newfound and slightly daunting freedom we find ourselves walking into a sea of...bubbles. What a year. What a friendship. What a thing a bubble be. Bubbles can be made of dish soap and formed from wind and rope by some dude dispensing fleeting moments of joy, for a tip. They can be formed in global pandemics with someone you can truly trust with your life when suddenly other people- even those you know and love - can through no fault of their own, or through denial, become a threat to your personal safety. Bubbles can hold an emergency trip to the vet for a dog that somehow one fateful night beats all the odds and continues to exceed expectations. Bubbles include emergency blasting of the Peter Gabriel song from the John Cusak movie from my car and across an unsuspecting street. And the witnessing of the precise moment the Christmas lights turned on at Christmas Tree Lane; the loud Aahhhh that spontaneously followed in stereo. There’s falling on the ground in tears after our first CDC sanctioned hug. The moment realizing that it was mini bubble’s first time experiencing the ocean. Bubbles can be the effervescent people we love who encapsulate joy like onomatopoeia in motion. The gratitude they inspire might very well keep a heart open long after the dude with the soapy rope packs up for the day. I thank everything holy for my...bubble. Hey, Bubble. Hey.
Claudia Black Instagram - “Hey Bubble” A moment in time where now fully vaxxed, I whisk a bestie away for a mini adventure down by the sea. A bestie whom I sometimes endearingly nickname bubble- and whose superstar dog I also sometimes call bubble-who both have also comprised the entirety of my COVID bubble, and in this moment of newfound and slightly daunting freedom we find ourselves walking into a sea of...bubbles. What a year. What a friendship. What a thing a bubble be. Bubbles can be made of dish soap and formed from wind and rope by some dude dispensing fleeting moments of joy, for a tip. They can be formed in global pandemics with someone you can truly trust with your life when suddenly other people- even those you know and love - can through no fault of their own, or through denial, become a threat to your personal safety. Bubbles can hold an emergency trip to the vet for a dog that somehow one fateful night beats all the odds and continues to exceed expectations. Bubbles include emergency blasting of the Peter Gabriel song from the John Cusak movie from my car and across an unsuspecting street. And the witnessing of the precise moment the Christmas lights turned on at Christmas Tree Lane; the loud Aahhhh that spontaneously followed in stereo. There’s falling on the ground in tears after our first CDC sanctioned hug. The moment realizing that it was mini bubble’s first time experiencing the ocean. Bubbles can be the effervescent people we love who encapsulate joy like onomatopoeia in motion. The gratitude they inspire might very well keep a heart open long after the dude with the soapy rope packs up for the day. I thank everything holy for my...bubble. Hey, Bubble. Hey.
Claudia Black Instagram - “Hey Bubble” A moment in time where now fully vaxxed, I whisk a bestie away for a mini adventure down by the sea. A bestie whom I sometimes endearingly nickname bubble- and whose superstar dog I also sometimes call bubble-who both have also comprised the entirety of my COVID bubble, and in this moment of newfound and slightly daunting freedom we find ourselves walking into a sea of...bubbles. What a year. What a friendship. What a thing a bubble be. Bubbles can be made of dish soap and formed from wind and rope by some dude dispensing fleeting moments of joy, for a tip. They can be formed in global pandemics with someone you can truly trust with your life when suddenly other people- even those you know and love - can through no fault of their own, or through denial, become a threat to your personal safety. Bubbles can hold an emergency trip to the vet for a dog that somehow one fateful night beats all the odds and continues to exceed expectations. Bubbles include emergency blasting of the Peter Gabriel song from the John Cusak movie from my car and across an unsuspecting street. And the witnessing of the precise moment the Christmas lights turned on at Christmas Tree Lane; the loud Aahhhh that spontaneously followed in stereo. There’s falling on the ground in tears after our first CDC sanctioned hug. The moment realizing that it was mini bubble’s first time experiencing the ocean. Bubbles can be the effervescent people we love who encapsulate joy like onomatopoeia in motion. The gratitude they inspire might very well keep a heart open long after the dude with the soapy rope packs up for the day. I thank everything holy for my...bubble. Hey, Bubble. Hey.
Claudia Black Instagram - More behind the scenes from shoot with @lifeafterproject for #lifeafterproject although @hair.by.hare was the iPhone photographer who snapped these before I almost fell in the pool. Don’t do this in heels people.
Claudia Black Instagram - Cabs and Cooking London 2018 I said farewell to a challenging year in a great way- donning my drag-lite garb that makes me feel my most me, to venture out with a gorgeous cousin I haven’t seen nearly enough, to a fun party. We’d given each other and ourselves permission to hate the night and scurry home early if needed, and ended up home not long before sunrise. It was my one night off in a stretch devoted otherwise to taking care of one of my absolute favorite people who is braving chemo. My antidote for the poison coursing through her veins is all the ways my creativity can express my love and gratitude for her, primarily though, through my cooking. Healthy clean food, bone broths etc. Food as a “love language” though not specifically listed in the books, is a biggie for me. My mum worked late. I craved time with her as a teen. Once she was home from work after doing research in the lab all day, I would sit in the kitchen as she “threw the dinner on”. If memory serves she would explain a bit of the science behind her cooking methods. I learned to cook this way. And now I’m applying all I’ve learned over the years Cooking for her older sister in London, continuing the female lineage of food made with love and as a means for connection. For the past ten years food has been my primary medicine. I pass on now what I can and pray it serves. My eyes welled up as I was making lunch the other day as I thought about what my aunty means to me. “Good,” I thought, “ let that feeling go into this dish. Let her feel in the food what I feel for her, how precious she is to me.” She loved that meal. She’s still talking about it. “Don’t forget that one, so you can make that again” “ I have no idea how I made it. “ ( as long as there’s love in it there will likely be no complaints) I’ve got my feet up right now in a rare resting moment while I wait for my potatoes to get crispy, While the 12 hr Kleftiko (slow roasted lamb) rests a tad. My diet is mostly plant based though I occasionally have some lamb and today is a special treat. I’m about to return to LA. To soften the inexorable grief of my departure for us both, (Continued in comments)
Claudia Black Instagram - Cabs and Cooking London 2018 I said farewell to a challenging year in a great way- donning my drag-lite garb that makes me feel my most me, to venture out with a gorgeous cousin I haven’t seen nearly enough, to a fun party. We’d given each other and ourselves permission to hate the night and scurry home early if needed, and ended up home not long before sunrise. It was my one night off in a stretch devoted otherwise to taking care of one of my absolute favorite people who is braving chemo. My antidote for the poison coursing through her veins is all the ways my creativity can express my love and gratitude for her, primarily though, through my cooking. Healthy clean food, bone broths etc. Food as a “love language” though not specifically listed in the books, is a biggie for me. My mum worked late. I craved time with her as a teen. Once she was home from work after doing research in the lab all day, I would sit in the kitchen as she “threw the dinner on”. If memory serves she would explain a bit of the science behind her cooking methods. I learned to cook this way. And now I’m applying all I’ve learned over the years Cooking for her older sister in London, continuing the female lineage of food made with love and as a means for connection. For the past ten years food has been my primary medicine. I pass on now what I can and pray it serves. My eyes welled up as I was making lunch the other day as I thought about what my aunty means to me. “Good,” I thought, “ let that feeling go into this dish. Let her feel in the food what I feel for her, how precious she is to me.” She loved that meal. She’s still talking about it. “Don’t forget that one, so you can make that again” “ I have no idea how I made it. “ ( as long as there’s love in it there will likely be no complaints) I’ve got my feet up right now in a rare resting moment while I wait for my potatoes to get crispy, While the 12 hr Kleftiko (slow roasted lamb) rests a tad. My diet is mostly plant based though I occasionally have some lamb and today is a special treat. I’m about to return to LA. To soften the inexorable grief of my departure for us both, (Continued in comments)
Claudia Black Instagram - Cabs and Cooking London 2018 I said farewell to a challenging year in a great way- donning my drag-lite garb that makes me feel my most me, to venture out with a gorgeous cousin I haven’t seen nearly enough, to a fun party. We’d given each other and ourselves permission to hate the night and scurry home early if needed, and ended up home not long before sunrise. It was my one night off in a stretch devoted otherwise to taking care of one of my absolute favorite people who is braving chemo. My antidote for the poison coursing through her veins is all the ways my creativity can express my love and gratitude for her, primarily though, through my cooking. Healthy clean food, bone broths etc. Food as a “love language” though not specifically listed in the books, is a biggie for me. My mum worked late. I craved time with her as a teen. Once she was home from work after doing research in the lab all day, I would sit in the kitchen as she “threw the dinner on”. If memory serves she would explain a bit of the science behind her cooking methods. I learned to cook this way. And now I’m applying all I’ve learned over the years Cooking for her older sister in London, continuing the female lineage of food made with love and as a means for connection. For the past ten years food has been my primary medicine. I pass on now what I can and pray it serves. My eyes welled up as I was making lunch the other day as I thought about what my aunty means to me. “Good,” I thought, “ let that feeling go into this dish. Let her feel in the food what I feel for her, how precious she is to me.” She loved that meal. She’s still talking about it. “Don’t forget that one, so you can make that again” “ I have no idea how I made it. “ ( as long as there’s love in it there will likely be no complaints) I’ve got my feet up right now in a rare resting moment while I wait for my potatoes to get crispy, While the 12 hr Kleftiko (slow roasted lamb) rests a tad. My diet is mostly plant based though I occasionally have some lamb and today is a special treat. I’m about to return to LA. To soften the inexorable grief of my departure for us both, (Continued in comments)
Claudia Black Instagram - So I did some work in my airstream yesterday. It got hot so I took off my sweater. Then it got really cold when I came inside to get food and it was laundry day. No food around worth eating so I'd have to order something. Not many clothes around on laundry day, so the only thing I could find with sleeves that was clean was this shirt. Now, just before I meant to throw out this shirt, that at the time last year had two holes I'd thought," I wonder how they make those shirts at the markets with the torn lines across them?" Rather than looking that up online as a normal person would do, I just went for it and then cast the unsurprisingly failed attempt back into the cupboard possibly to be lost in there for years. ( I don't know why I didn't throw it out. Perhaps so I could have this very moment) Though find that "shirt" I did, yesterday eve and I popped it on. And even though it provided no warmth I forgot I was wearing it. Until I ran a hot bath and caught sight of myself. Then I remembered the delivery guy's face when I'd stepped out nonchalantly to receive my food. The dude had looked pale and was stammering. Had I been ravaged by a tiger whilst diy-ing? Or had this super hungry chick tried to make one of those shirts from the markets with the torn lines and tie thingies and clearly not succeeded? I guess he'll never know though two things are for certain. This is bad porn. And delivery dude? You're welcome.
Claudia Black Instagram - It’s that thing...where you meditate on a vortex...as the sun is coming up...and because you’re a bit of a dick...you take a selfie. #leylines bye Sedona! Kiss, kiss, wow, wowza
Claudia Black Instagram - COVID and lockdown sent me into survival mode. And then my inner homesteader emerged. Primal provider panic brought me to vegetable gardening. And then my friend and conscious producer from the pixie realm @ginstar introduced me to foraging: @growforagecookferment and @pascalbaudar Once out of fight or flight I started to see my garden less as another daunting responsibility (amongst many others as a single mother in a pandemic), and more as the extraordinary ally and resource that Mother Earth is. I marveled at the medicine my wild and weedy nasturtiums could be, and they agreed to transform into pesto. I harvested orange blossoms and rose petals just before they fell and pink peppercorns once fallen, and they simmered their way into hedge-witch jellies. Lilac honey became gifts for my separated clan. Jalapeño honey has followed. Foraged chai tea with pine needles and pink peppercorns is probably not everyone’s cup of tea though it proudly has been mine. After years of feeling my pain and my bombastic and needy complex ptsd—as it has presented and looped through my heart, mind, body and spirit—this new hobby has brought me to feeling humble, grateful, enchanted and quiet. I have access to the subtle yet powerful intelligences of things growing just outside my door. And after years of my traumas teaching me falsely to believe that feeling bad was right, I now feel peace and satisfaction as I tinker in my kitchen. It’s a sign of my healing that I am playing and creating this way—I marvel that I am able to be available to it—to put time and energy into it —and what pleasure it brings because it is sustainable, generative and beautiful. #plantmedicine #foraging #ptsd #cptsd #downregulation #sustainability #homesteading #hedgewitch
Claudia Black Instagram - COVID and lockdown sent me into survival mode. And then my inner homesteader emerged. Primal provider panic brought me to vegetable gardening. And then my friend and conscious producer from the pixie realm @ginstar introduced me to foraging: @growforagecookferment and @pascalbaudar Once out of fight or flight I started to see my garden less as another daunting responsibility (amongst many others as a single mother in a pandemic), and more as the extraordinary ally and resource that Mother Earth is. I marveled at the medicine my wild and weedy nasturtiums could be, and they agreed to transform into pesto. I harvested orange blossoms and rose petals just before they fell and pink peppercorns once fallen, and they simmered their way into hedge-witch jellies. Lilac honey became gifts for my separated clan. Jalapeño honey has followed. Foraged chai tea with pine needles and pink peppercorns is probably not everyone’s cup of tea though it proudly has been mine. After years of feeling my pain and my bombastic and needy complex ptsd—as it has presented and looped through my heart, mind, body and spirit—this new hobby has brought me to feeling humble, grateful, enchanted and quiet. I have access to the subtle yet powerful intelligences of things growing just outside my door. And after years of my traumas teaching me falsely to believe that feeling bad was right, I now feel peace and satisfaction as I tinker in my kitchen. It’s a sign of my healing that I am playing and creating this way—I marvel that I am able to be available to it—to put time and energy into it —and what pleasure it brings because it is sustainable, generative and beautiful. #plantmedicine #foraging #ptsd #cptsd #downregulation #sustainability #homesteading #hedgewitch
Claudia Black Instagram - COVID and lockdown sent me into survival mode. And then my inner homesteader emerged. Primal provider panic brought me to vegetable gardening. And then my friend and conscious producer from the pixie realm @ginstar introduced me to foraging: @growforagecookferment and @pascalbaudar Once out of fight or flight I started to see my garden less as another daunting responsibility (amongst many others as a single mother in a pandemic), and more as the extraordinary ally and resource that Mother Earth is. I marveled at the medicine my wild and weedy nasturtiums could be, and they agreed to transform into pesto. I harvested orange blossoms and rose petals just before they fell and pink peppercorns once fallen, and they simmered their way into hedge-witch jellies. Lilac honey became gifts for my separated clan. Jalapeño honey has followed. Foraged chai tea with pine needles and pink peppercorns is probably not everyone’s cup of tea though it proudly has been mine. After years of feeling my pain and my bombastic and needy complex ptsd—as it has presented and looped through my heart, mind, body and spirit—this new hobby has brought me to feeling humble, grateful, enchanted and quiet. I have access to the subtle yet powerful intelligences of things growing just outside my door. And after years of my traumas teaching me falsely to believe that feeling bad was right, I now feel peace and satisfaction as I tinker in my kitchen. It’s a sign of my healing that I am playing and creating this way—I marvel that I am able to be available to it—to put time and energy into it —and what pleasure it brings because it is sustainable, generative and beautiful. #plantmedicine #foraging #ptsd #cptsd #downregulation #sustainability #homesteading #hedgewitch
Claudia Black Instagram - COVID and lockdown sent me into survival mode. And then my inner homesteader emerged. Primal provider panic brought me to vegetable gardening. And then my friend and conscious producer from the pixie realm @ginstar introduced me to foraging: @growforagecookferment and @pascalbaudar Once out of fight or flight I started to see my garden less as another daunting responsibility (amongst many others as a single mother in a pandemic), and more as the extraordinary ally and resource that Mother Earth is. I marveled at the medicine my wild and weedy nasturtiums could be, and they agreed to transform into pesto. I harvested orange blossoms and rose petals just before they fell and pink peppercorns once fallen, and they simmered their way into hedge-witch jellies. Lilac honey became gifts for my separated clan. Jalapeño honey has followed. Foraged chai tea with pine needles and pink peppercorns is probably not everyone’s cup of tea though it proudly has been mine. After years of feeling my pain and my bombastic and needy complex ptsd—as it has presented and looped through my heart, mind, body and spirit—this new hobby has brought me to feeling humble, grateful, enchanted and quiet. I have access to the subtle yet powerful intelligences of things growing just outside my door. And after years of my traumas teaching me falsely to believe that feeling bad was right, I now feel peace and satisfaction as I tinker in my kitchen. It’s a sign of my healing that I am playing and creating this way—I marvel that I am able to be available to it—to put time and energy into it —and what pleasure it brings because it is sustainable, generative and beautiful. #plantmedicine #foraging #ptsd #cptsd #downregulation #sustainability #homesteading #hedgewitch
Claudia Black Instagram - COVID and lockdown sent me into survival mode. And then my inner homesteader emerged. Primal provider panic brought me to vegetable gardening. And then my friend and conscious producer from the pixie realm @ginstar introduced me to foraging: @growforagecookferment and @pascalbaudar Once out of fight or flight I started to see my garden less as another daunting responsibility (amongst many others as a single mother in a pandemic), and more as the extraordinary ally and resource that Mother Earth is. I marveled at the medicine my wild and weedy nasturtiums could be, and they agreed to transform into pesto. I harvested orange blossoms and rose petals just before they fell and pink peppercorns once fallen, and they simmered their way into hedge-witch jellies. Lilac honey became gifts for my separated clan. Jalapeño honey has followed. Foraged chai tea with pine needles and pink peppercorns is probably not everyone’s cup of tea though it proudly has been mine. After years of feeling my pain and my bombastic and needy complex ptsd—as it has presented and looped through my heart, mind, body and spirit—this new hobby has brought me to feeling humble, grateful, enchanted and quiet. I have access to the subtle yet powerful intelligences of things growing just outside my door. And after years of my traumas teaching me falsely to believe that feeling bad was right, I now feel peace and satisfaction as I tinker in my kitchen. It’s a sign of my healing that I am playing and creating this way—I marvel that I am able to be available to it—to put time and energy into it —and what pleasure it brings because it is sustainable, generative and beautiful. #plantmedicine #foraging #ptsd #cptsd #downregulation #sustainability #homesteading #hedgewitch
Claudia Black Instagram - COVID and lockdown sent me into survival mode. And then my inner homesteader emerged. Primal provider panic brought me to vegetable gardening. And then my friend and conscious producer from the pixie realm @ginstar introduced me to foraging: @growforagecookferment and @pascalbaudar Once out of fight or flight I started to see my garden less as another daunting responsibility (amongst many others as a single mother in a pandemic), and more as the extraordinary ally and resource that Mother Earth is. I marveled at the medicine my wild and weedy nasturtiums could be, and they agreed to transform into pesto. I harvested orange blossoms and rose petals just before they fell and pink peppercorns once fallen, and they simmered their way into hedge-witch jellies. Lilac honey became gifts for my separated clan. Jalapeño honey has followed. Foraged chai tea with pine needles and pink peppercorns is probably not everyone’s cup of tea though it proudly has been mine. After years of feeling my pain and my bombastic and needy complex ptsd—as it has presented and looped through my heart, mind, body and spirit—this new hobby has brought me to feeling humble, grateful, enchanted and quiet. I have access to the subtle yet powerful intelligences of things growing just outside my door. And after years of my traumas teaching me falsely to believe that feeling bad was right, I now feel peace and satisfaction as I tinker in my kitchen. It’s a sign of my healing that I am playing and creating this way—I marvel that I am able to be available to it—to put time and energy into it —and what pleasure it brings because it is sustainable, generative and beautiful. #plantmedicine #foraging #ptsd #cptsd #downregulation #sustainability #homesteading #hedgewitch
Claudia Black Instagram - My son left his chewing gum on his powerboard overnight and when I went to pull it off it became #Yoda. Due to the strike that’s all I can say right now. Wow. Sigh.
Claudia Black Instagram - I was better at phone banking than I was at taking selfies. It was a profound experience talking to people in California, hearing their stories. Advocating for the politician I believe is most prepared for this fight. Everyone I spoke to is taking their vote so seriously; womever they are voting for. I listened to a Trump supporter for 40 minutes. He wasn’t even the intended recipient of the call. He talked at me for almost the entire duration. At one point he thought I’d hung up on him. “Are you there?! Please don’t hang up on me. Oooh... no...Have you hung up on me?!” He sounded genuinely dismayed. “No,” I replied. “I’m right here. And I’m fascinated, I am hanging on your every word.” Some volunteer callers in front of me turned around to look at me. It was true. I was straining to hear as the line wasn’t great and there was so much information flooding out of him so quickly. And I wanted to hear him. To truly listen. He told me the #metoo movement had ruined everything. That women with all their curves were gorgeous. And that if they put on lipstick and false eyelashes and get boob jobs and wear provocative clothing that they were basically asking for it. And that he wouldn’t respect a female president. That women’s studies was a waste of time. That communism meant you couldn’t buy the glove size you need. That women should stay at home and do the noble job of raising kids. That someone wants to paint the Kremlin pink. That something was important to him about women meeting foreign dictators with the right skirt length and needing a seamstress; I’m not certain as, again, the line wasn’t very clear. That he has grown daughters -one of whom was the intended recipient of the call- one who must have voted blue in the past ten years. He shared that he was in the army in his youth. I thanked him for his service. That surprised him. He stopped talking for a beat. He took a breath. I asked him about his daughters. How he thought it was for them living in this current culture. “It’s hard,” he conceded. “ It’s bad that one lady got raped but there are women who go to Drs five years later because they are rich and take their money...and there are men contd 1/
Claudia Black Instagram - I was better at phone banking than I was at taking selfies. It was a profound experience talking to people in California, hearing their stories. Advocating for the politician I believe is most prepared for this fight. Everyone I spoke to is taking their vote so seriously; womever they are voting for. I listened to a Trump supporter for 40 minutes. He wasn’t even the intended recipient of the call. He talked at me for almost the entire duration. At one point he thought I’d hung up on him. “Are you there?! Please don’t hang up on me. Oooh... no...Have you hung up on me?!” He sounded genuinely dismayed. “No,” I replied. “I’m right here. And I’m fascinated, I am hanging on your every word.” Some volunteer callers in front of me turned around to look at me. It was true. I was straining to hear as the line wasn’t great and there was so much information flooding out of him so quickly. And I wanted to hear him. To truly listen. He told me the #metoo movement had ruined everything. That women with all their curves were gorgeous. And that if they put on lipstick and false eyelashes and get boob jobs and wear provocative clothing that they were basically asking for it. And that he wouldn’t respect a female president. That women’s studies was a waste of time. That communism meant you couldn’t buy the glove size you need. That women should stay at home and do the noble job of raising kids. That someone wants to paint the Kremlin pink. That something was important to him about women meeting foreign dictators with the right skirt length and needing a seamstress; I’m not certain as, again, the line wasn’t very clear. That he has grown daughters -one of whom was the intended recipient of the call- one who must have voted blue in the past ten years. He shared that he was in the army in his youth. I thanked him for his service. That surprised him. He stopped talking for a beat. He took a breath. I asked him about his daughters. How he thought it was for them living in this current culture. “It’s hard,” he conceded. “ It’s bad that one lady got raped but there are women who go to Drs five years later because they are rich and take their money...and there are men contd 1/
Claudia Black Instagram - I present to you Madonna Mercury. A little Live Aid, a little Ray of Light, a lot fierce. She marched for her family in four inch Jimmy Choos (most of the way) and has ten blisters and many grateful love-filled memories to show for it. Thank you #loveisgreat for your sterling hospitality. Thank you #lapride for the strength we can experience together whilst in our truth and vulnerability. Thank you to loving, open-hearted and open-minded communities who make coming out a thing of true beauty and boundless celebration. I appreciate how rare that is. Our work as a human race is to make that the norm. Life is hard. Living in one’s truth, harder. I love everyone in the world who is risking and supporting that. And everyone trying to find their way to it. Whatever that is for you and yours. Madonna Mercury salutes you and all your courageous endeavors. Lets live and love boldly and radically. Together.
Claudia Black Instagram - I present to you Madonna Mercury. A little Live Aid, a little Ray of Light, a lot fierce. She marched for her family in four inch Jimmy Choos (most of the way) and has ten blisters and many grateful love-filled memories to show for it. Thank you #loveisgreat for your sterling hospitality. Thank you #lapride for the strength we can experience together whilst in our truth and vulnerability. Thank you to loving, open-hearted and open-minded communities who make coming out a thing of true beauty and boundless celebration. I appreciate how rare that is. Our work as a human race is to make that the norm. Life is hard. Living in one’s truth, harder. I love everyone in the world who is risking and supporting that. And everyone trying to find their way to it. Whatever that is for you and yours. Madonna Mercury salutes you and all your courageous endeavors. Lets live and love boldly and radically. Together.
Claudia Black Instagram - I present to you Madonna Mercury. A little Live Aid, a little Ray of Light, a lot fierce. She marched for her family in four inch Jimmy Choos (most of the way) and has ten blisters and many grateful love-filled memories to show for it. Thank you #loveisgreat for your sterling hospitality. Thank you #lapride for the strength we can experience together whilst in our truth and vulnerability. Thank you to loving, open-hearted and open-minded communities who make coming out a thing of true beauty and boundless celebration. I appreciate how rare that is. Our work as a human race is to make that the norm. Life is hard. Living in one’s truth, harder. I love everyone in the world who is risking and supporting that. And everyone trying to find their way to it. Whatever that is for you and yours. Madonna Mercury salutes you and all your courageous endeavors. Lets live and love boldly and radically. Together.
Claudia Black Instagram - A privilege to talk about Chloe today with Rolling stone!
Claudia Black Instagram - Found my tribe! Love a good family reunion @cwroswellnm @cadlymack #cw
Claudia Black Instagram - #gameawards2017
Claudia Black Instagram - My 13 year old had a skate boarding mishap mid Ollie tonight. He has such a great sense of humour. He posed for this photo with a smile on his face and I cannot stop laughing every time I look at it. I don’t know why the unexpected toe cracks me up so much. Luckily the mad dash right as I was serving dinner was made to the Vans store before closing, not the ER. (Been there done that at dinner time for closing gaping chins and knees) This time he needed something without gaping holes on his feet for school tomorrow. Hopefully this pair lasts or @vans it’ll be our last. Now to wash the dye off my hands. My 11 year old wanted pink hair for first day back at school tomorrow. Popped him off to bed with a shower cap on. “ I look like a lunch lady,” he grinned. More laughter. Thank the heavens my kids aren’t dullards. #singlemumlife
Claudia Black Instagram - When you’ve had a really long day and your heart is heavy there’s always this little crazy one. Halloumi. Yes, we named her after a grilling cheese because it’s one of our favorite things. And if you’ve never heard of the cheese it sounds like a Hawaiian princess’ name. And she is regal and stubborn and batshit crazy and chatty. Super vocal. She sounds like Jimmy Stewart when she tells me about her day. Or when she wants me to play and give her attention. She’s well travelled. She’s super friendly. Has a ton of energy. Runs like lightening. And has no sense of boundaries. She has five hundred nicknames; cheesy biscuits and hairy cheese to name a few. If this were a dating profile she’d be very, very single.
Claudia Black Instagram - #climatestrike #climatechange #mothernature and so we march and call and write and cause #goodtrouble
Claudia Black Instagram - #climatestrike #climatechange #mothernature and so we march and call and write and cause #goodtrouble
Claudia Black Instagram - #climatestrike #climatechange #mothernature and so we march and call and write and cause #goodtrouble
Claudia Black Instagram - #climatestrike #climatechange #mothernature and so we march and call and write and cause #goodtrouble
Claudia Black Instagram - Dear ones, I am only interested in efficacy; things that work. I was dumped in the deep end as a single mum trying to function for them whilst healing my ever-expanding ptsd. Some of these tools worked immediately to create shifts and give me space. Some of them took time. The layers of trauma can be deep and the process is often non-linear. While I will not be coaching you one on one I can answer questions about the tools themselves and refer you on to organisations and resources where possible. Take what works. Ignore the rest. And I’ll start posting sometime this week when I’m done with my 18-20 hr days ( worry not lots of self care shall be in the mix) #traumainformed #trauma #traumahealing #tools #stressmanagement #stressrelief #somaticexperiencing #shamanichealing #shamanicmechanic #traumaandcreativity #traumacoach #traumacoaching #traumacoachingtools
Claudia Black Instagram - Dear ones, I am only interested in efficacy; things that work. I was dumped in the deep end as a single mum trying to function for them whilst healing my ever-expanding ptsd. Some of these tools worked immediately to create shifts and give me space. Some of them took time. The layers of trauma can be deep and the process is often non-linear. While I will not be coaching you one on one I can answer questions about the tools themselves and refer you on to organisations and resources where possible. Take what works. Ignore the rest. And I’ll start posting sometime this week when I’m done with my 18-20 hr days ( worry not lots of self care shall be in the mix) #traumainformed #trauma #traumahealing #tools #stressmanagement #stressrelief #somaticexperiencing #shamanichealing #shamanicmechanic #traumaandcreativity #traumacoach #traumacoaching #traumacoachingtools
Claudia Black Instagram - Dear ones, I am only interested in efficacy; things that work. I was dumped in the deep end as a single mum trying to function for them whilst healing my ever-expanding ptsd. Some of these tools worked immediately to create shifts and give me space. Some of them took time. The layers of trauma can be deep and the process is often non-linear. While I will not be coaching you one on one I can answer questions about the tools themselves and refer you on to organisations and resources where possible. Take what works. Ignore the rest. And I’ll start posting sometime this week when I’m done with my 18-20 hr days ( worry not lots of self care shall be in the mix) #traumainformed #trauma #traumahealing #tools #stressmanagement #stressrelief #somaticexperiencing #shamanichealing #shamanicmechanic #traumaandcreativity #traumacoach #traumacoaching #traumacoachingtools
Claudia Black Instagram - Dear ones, I am only interested in efficacy; things that work. I was dumped in the deep end as a single mum trying to function for them whilst healing my ever-expanding ptsd. Some of these tools worked immediately to create shifts and give me space. Some of them took time. The layers of trauma can be deep and the process is often non-linear. While I will not be coaching you one on one I can answer questions about the tools themselves and refer you on to organisations and resources where possible. Take what works. Ignore the rest. And I’ll start posting sometime this week when I’m done with my 18-20 hr days ( worry not lots of self care shall be in the mix) #traumainformed #trauma #traumahealing #tools #stressmanagement #stressrelief #somaticexperiencing #shamanichealing #shamanicmechanic #traumaandcreativity #traumacoach #traumacoaching #traumacoachingtools
Claudia Black Instagram - Dear ones, I am only interested in efficacy; things that work. I was dumped in the deep end as a single mum trying to function for them whilst healing my ever-expanding ptsd. Some of these tools worked immediately to create shifts and give me space. Some of them took time. The layers of trauma can be deep and the process is often non-linear. While I will not be coaching you one on one I can answer questions about the tools themselves and refer you on to organisations and resources where possible. Take what works. Ignore the rest. And I’ll start posting sometime this week when I’m done with my 18-20 hr days ( worry not lots of self care shall be in the mix) #traumainformed #trauma #traumahealing #tools #stressmanagement #stressrelief #somaticexperiencing #shamanichealing #shamanicmechanic #traumaandcreativity #traumacoach #traumacoaching #traumacoachingtools
Claudia Black Instagram - Dear ones, I am only interested in efficacy; things that work. I was dumped in the deep end as a single mum trying to function for them whilst healing my ever-expanding ptsd. Some of these tools worked immediately to create shifts and give me space. Some of them took time. The layers of trauma can be deep and the process is often non-linear. While I will not be coaching you one on one I can answer questions about the tools themselves and refer you on to organisations and resources where possible. Take what works. Ignore the rest. And I’ll start posting sometime this week when I’m done with my 18-20 hr days ( worry not lots of self care shall be in the mix) #traumainformed #trauma #traumahealing #tools #stressmanagement #stressrelief #somaticexperiencing #shamanichealing #shamanicmechanic #traumaandcreativity #traumacoach #traumacoaching #traumacoachingtools
Claudia Black Instagram - Caveat emptor aka #buyerbeware hey @pipidressofficial when are you going to return my emails? You made me wait a month, sent me half the order, and half of what you DID send is utter rubbish. The blue and green dresses you see me elegantly modeling for you here are size small. REALLY?! Hey @instagram thought you’d like to know that this company comes up often as a sponsored link in my instagram feed. Not sure how it got there though one day I decided to give it a go. Zero customer service and bordering on total scam. Looking forward to you dealing with your sponsors and getting back to me with some customer support. And anyone else? Danger will Robinson! Abort mission to buy from this company until further notice.
Claudia Black Instagram - Caveat emptor aka #buyerbeware hey @pipidressofficial when are you going to return my emails? You made me wait a month, sent me half the order, and half of what you DID send is utter rubbish. The blue and green dresses you see me elegantly modeling for you here are size small. REALLY?! Hey @instagram thought you’d like to know that this company comes up often as a sponsored link in my instagram feed. Not sure how it got there though one day I decided to give it a go. Zero customer service and bordering on total scam. Looking forward to you dealing with your sponsors and getting back to me with some customer support. And anyone else? Danger will Robinson! Abort mission to buy from this company until further notice.
Claudia Black Instagram - Caveat emptor aka #buyerbeware hey @pipidressofficial when are you going to return my emails? You made me wait a month, sent me half the order, and half of what you DID send is utter rubbish. The blue and green dresses you see me elegantly modeling for you here are size small. REALLY?! Hey @instagram thought you’d like to know that this company comes up often as a sponsored link in my instagram feed. Not sure how it got there though one day I decided to give it a go. Zero customer service and bordering on total scam. Looking forward to you dealing with your sponsors and getting back to me with some customer support. And anyone else? Danger will Robinson! Abort mission to buy from this company until further notice.
Claudia Black Instagram - Caveat emptor aka #buyerbeware hey @pipidressofficial when are you going to return my emails? You made me wait a month, sent me half the order, and half of what you DID send is utter rubbish. The blue and green dresses you see me elegantly modeling for you here are size small. REALLY?! Hey @instagram thought you’d like to know that this company comes up often as a sponsored link in my instagram feed. Not sure how it got there though one day I decided to give it a go. Zero customer service and bordering on total scam. Looking forward to you dealing with your sponsors and getting back to me with some customer support. And anyone else? Danger will Robinson! Abort mission to buy from this company until further notice.
Claudia Black Instagram - Caveat emptor aka #buyerbeware hey @pipidressofficial when are you going to return my emails? You made me wait a month, sent me half the order, and half of what you DID send is utter rubbish. The blue and green dresses you see me elegantly modeling for you here are size small. REALLY?! Hey @instagram thought you’d like to know that this company comes up often as a sponsored link in my instagram feed. Not sure how it got there though one day I decided to give it a go. Zero customer service and bordering on total scam. Looking forward to you dealing with your sponsors and getting back to me with some customer support. And anyone else? Danger will Robinson! Abort mission to buy from this company until further notice.
Claudia Black Instagram - Caveat emptor aka #buyerbeware hey @pipidressofficial when are you going to return my emails? You made me wait a month, sent me half the order, and half of what you DID send is utter rubbish. The blue and green dresses you see me elegantly modeling for you here are size small. REALLY?! Hey @instagram thought you’d like to know that this company comes up often as a sponsored link in my instagram feed. Not sure how it got there though one day I decided to give it a go. Zero customer service and bordering on total scam. Looking forward to you dealing with your sponsors and getting back to me with some customer support. And anyone else? Danger will Robinson! Abort mission to buy from this company until further notice.
Claudia Black Instagram - Caveat emptor aka #buyerbeware hey @pipidressofficial when are you going to return my emails? You made me wait a month, sent me half the order, and half of what you DID send is utter rubbish. The blue and green dresses you see me elegantly modeling for you here are size small. REALLY?! Hey @instagram thought you’d like to know that this company comes up often as a sponsored link in my instagram feed. Not sure how it got there though one day I decided to give it a go. Zero customer service and bordering on total scam. Looking forward to you dealing with your sponsors and getting back to me with some customer support. And anyone else? Danger will Robinson! Abort mission to buy from this company until further notice.
Claudia Black Instagram - John King Books #Detroit #locations thank you Detroit that was fun!
Claudia Black Instagram - I admit to maybe taking this while I was driving. Maybe. #nofilter
Claudia Black Instagram - #nofilter I had to travel for a thrice-postponed wedding during a peak wave of Covid. It was as exhilarating to be out in the world as it was frightening to tempt La Rona. She found me. And I had the absurd privilege of recuperating in a foreign place surrounded by deep natural and historic beauty. And the thing I breathed into every cell of me best I could as a recovery plan, were the colours in these faraway places. The blue of this sky on our little nightly walks (once we tested negative) will be part of me forever.
Claudia Black Instagram - #shambles
Claudia Black - 5.6K Likes - Waaaay too much fun behind the scenes shooting some images for the @lifeafterproject with @makeupartistmana and @hair.by.hare this was the most sane I looked all day. And I haven’t smiled as much and played this much on a shoot in a long time. Silly to follow...

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Caption : Waaaay too much fun behind the scenes shooting some images for the @lifeafterproject with @makeupartistmana and @hair.by.hare this was the most sane I looked all day. And I haven’t smiled as much and played this much on a shoot in a long time. Silly to follow…
Likes : 5629Claudia Black - 3.8K Likes - #gameawards2017

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Caption : #gameawards2017
Likes : 3797Claudia Black - 3.8K Likes - Oh hey...tbt behind the scenes of the #lifeafterproject with @lifeafterproject @hair.by.hare and @makeupartistmana ...she had the Midas touch... but she touched it too much

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Caption : Oh hey…tbt behind the scenes of the #lifeafterproject with @lifeafterproject @hair.by.hare and @makeupartistmana …she had the Midas touch… but she touched it too much
Likes : 3753Claudia Black - 3.5K Likes - “Hey Bubble” A moment in time where now fully vaxxed, I whisk a bestie away for a mini adventure down by the sea. A bestie whom I sometimes endearingly nickname bubble- and whose superstar dog I also sometimes call bubble-who both have also comprised the entirety of my COVID bubble, and in this moment of newfound and slightly daunting freedom we find ourselves walking into a sea of...bubbles. What a year. What a friendship. What a thing a bubble be. Bubbles can be made of dish soap and formed from wind and rope by some dude dispensing fleeting moments of joy, for a tip. They can be formed in global pandemics with someone you can truly trust with your life when suddenly other people- even those you know and love - can through no fault of their own, or through denial, become a threat to your personal safety. Bubbles can hold an emergency trip to the vet for a dog that somehow one fateful night beats all the odds and continues to exceed expectations. Bubbles include emergency blasting of the Peter Gabriel song from the John Cusak movie from my car and across an unsuspecting street. And the witnessing of the precise moment the Christmas lights turned on at Christmas Tree Lane; the loud Aahhhh that spontaneously followed in stereo. There’s falling on the ground in tears after our first CDC sanctioned hug. The moment realizing that it was mini bubble’s first time experiencing the ocean. Bubbles can be the effervescent people we love who encapsulate joy like onomatopoeia in motion. The gratitude they inspire might very well keep a heart open long after the dude with the soapy rope packs up for the day. I thank everything holy for my...bubble. Hey, Bubble. Hey.

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Caption : “Hey Bubble” A moment in time where now fully vaxxed, I whisk a bestie away for a mini adventure down by the sea. A bestie whom I sometimes endearingly nickname bubble- and whose superstar dog I also sometimes call bubble-who both have also comprised the entirety of my COVID bubble, and in this moment of newfound and slightly daunting freedom we find ourselves walking into a sea of…bubbles. What a year. What a friendship. What a thing a bubble be. Bubbles can be made of dish soap and formed from wind and rope by some dude dispensing fleeting moments of joy, for a tip. They can be formed in global pandemics with someone you can truly trust with your life when suddenly other people- even those you know and love – can through no fault of their own, or through denial, become a threat to your personal safety. Bubbles can hold an emergency trip to the vet for a dog that somehow one fateful night beats all the odds and continues to exceed expectations. Bubbles include emergency blasting of the Peter Gabriel song from the John Cusak movie from my car and across an unsuspecting street. And the witnessing of the precise moment the Christmas lights turned on at Christmas Tree Lane; the loud Aahhhh that spontaneously followed in stereo. There’s falling on the ground in tears after our first CDC sanctioned hug. The moment realizing that it was mini bubble’s first time experiencing the ocean. Bubbles can be the effervescent people we love who encapsulate joy like onomatopoeia in motion. The gratitude they inspire might very well keep a heart open long after the dude with the soapy rope packs up for the day. I thank everything holy for my…bubble. Hey, Bubble. Hey.
Likes : 3515Claudia Black - 3.5K Likes - “Hey Bubble” A moment in time where now fully vaxxed, I whisk a bestie away for a mini adventure down by the sea. A bestie whom I sometimes endearingly nickname bubble- and whose superstar dog I also sometimes call bubble-who both have also comprised the entirety of my COVID bubble, and in this moment of newfound and slightly daunting freedom we find ourselves walking into a sea of...bubbles. What a year. What a friendship. What a thing a bubble be. Bubbles can be made of dish soap and formed from wind and rope by some dude dispensing fleeting moments of joy, for a tip. They can be formed in global pandemics with someone you can truly trust with your life when suddenly other people- even those you know and love - can through no fault of their own, or through denial, become a threat to your personal safety. Bubbles can hold an emergency trip to the vet for a dog that somehow one fateful night beats all the odds and continues to exceed expectations. Bubbles include emergency blasting of the Peter Gabriel song from the John Cusak movie from my car and across an unsuspecting street. And the witnessing of the precise moment the Christmas lights turned on at Christmas Tree Lane; the loud Aahhhh that spontaneously followed in stereo. There’s falling on the ground in tears after our first CDC sanctioned hug. The moment realizing that it was mini bubble’s first time experiencing the ocean. Bubbles can be the effervescent people we love who encapsulate joy like onomatopoeia in motion. The gratitude they inspire might very well keep a heart open long after the dude with the soapy rope packs up for the day. I thank everything holy for my...bubble. Hey, Bubble. Hey.

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Caption : “Hey Bubble” A moment in time where now fully vaxxed, I whisk a bestie away for a mini adventure down by the sea. A bestie whom I sometimes endearingly nickname bubble- and whose superstar dog I also sometimes call bubble-who both have also comprised the entirety of my COVID bubble, and in this moment of newfound and slightly daunting freedom we find ourselves walking into a sea of…bubbles. What a year. What a friendship. What a thing a bubble be. Bubbles can be made of dish soap and formed from wind and rope by some dude dispensing fleeting moments of joy, for a tip. They can be formed in global pandemics with someone you can truly trust with your life when suddenly other people- even those you know and love – can through no fault of their own, or through denial, become a threat to your personal safety. Bubbles can hold an emergency trip to the vet for a dog that somehow one fateful night beats all the odds and continues to exceed expectations. Bubbles include emergency blasting of the Peter Gabriel song from the John Cusak movie from my car and across an unsuspecting street. And the witnessing of the precise moment the Christmas lights turned on at Christmas Tree Lane; the loud Aahhhh that spontaneously followed in stereo. There’s falling on the ground in tears after our first CDC sanctioned hug. The moment realizing that it was mini bubble’s first time experiencing the ocean. Bubbles can be the effervescent people we love who encapsulate joy like onomatopoeia in motion. The gratitude they inspire might very well keep a heart open long after the dude with the soapy rope packs up for the day. I thank everything holy for my…bubble. Hey, Bubble. Hey.
Likes : 3515Claudia Black - 3.5K Likes - “Hey Bubble” A moment in time where now fully vaxxed, I whisk a bestie away for a mini adventure down by the sea. A bestie whom I sometimes endearingly nickname bubble- and whose superstar dog I also sometimes call bubble-who both have also comprised the entirety of my COVID bubble, and in this moment of newfound and slightly daunting freedom we find ourselves walking into a sea of...bubbles. What a year. What a friendship. What a thing a bubble be. Bubbles can be made of dish soap and formed from wind and rope by some dude dispensing fleeting moments of joy, for a tip. They can be formed in global pandemics with someone you can truly trust with your life when suddenly other people- even those you know and love - can through no fault of their own, or through denial, become a threat to your personal safety. Bubbles can hold an emergency trip to the vet for a dog that somehow one fateful night beats all the odds and continues to exceed expectations. Bubbles include emergency blasting of the Peter Gabriel song from the John Cusak movie from my car and across an unsuspecting street. And the witnessing of the precise moment the Christmas lights turned on at Christmas Tree Lane; the loud Aahhhh that spontaneously followed in stereo. There’s falling on the ground in tears after our first CDC sanctioned hug. The moment realizing that it was mini bubble’s first time experiencing the ocean. Bubbles can be the effervescent people we love who encapsulate joy like onomatopoeia in motion. The gratitude they inspire might very well keep a heart open long after the dude with the soapy rope packs up for the day. I thank everything holy for my...bubble. Hey, Bubble. Hey.

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Caption : “Hey Bubble” A moment in time where now fully vaxxed, I whisk a bestie away for a mini adventure down by the sea. A bestie whom I sometimes endearingly nickname bubble- and whose superstar dog I also sometimes call bubble-who both have also comprised the entirety of my COVID bubble, and in this moment of newfound and slightly daunting freedom we find ourselves walking into a sea of…bubbles. What a year. What a friendship. What a thing a bubble be. Bubbles can be made of dish soap and formed from wind and rope by some dude dispensing fleeting moments of joy, for a tip. They can be formed in global pandemics with someone you can truly trust with your life when suddenly other people- even those you know and love – can through no fault of their own, or through denial, become a threat to your personal safety. Bubbles can hold an emergency trip to the vet for a dog that somehow one fateful night beats all the odds and continues to exceed expectations. Bubbles include emergency blasting of the Peter Gabriel song from the John Cusak movie from my car and across an unsuspecting street. And the witnessing of the precise moment the Christmas lights turned on at Christmas Tree Lane; the loud Aahhhh that spontaneously followed in stereo. There’s falling on the ground in tears after our first CDC sanctioned hug. The moment realizing that it was mini bubble’s first time experiencing the ocean. Bubbles can be the effervescent people we love who encapsulate joy like onomatopoeia in motion. The gratitude they inspire might very well keep a heart open long after the dude with the soapy rope packs up for the day. I thank everything holy for my…bubble. Hey, Bubble. Hey.
Likes : 3515Claudia Black - 3.5K Likes - “Hey Bubble” A moment in time where now fully vaxxed, I whisk a bestie away for a mini adventure down by the sea. A bestie whom I sometimes endearingly nickname bubble- and whose superstar dog I also sometimes call bubble-who both have also comprised the entirety of my COVID bubble, and in this moment of newfound and slightly daunting freedom we find ourselves walking into a sea of...bubbles. What a year. What a friendship. What a thing a bubble be. Bubbles can be made of dish soap and formed from wind and rope by some dude dispensing fleeting moments of joy, for a tip. They can be formed in global pandemics with someone you can truly trust with your life when suddenly other people- even those you know and love - can through no fault of their own, or through denial, become a threat to your personal safety. Bubbles can hold an emergency trip to the vet for a dog that somehow one fateful night beats all the odds and continues to exceed expectations. Bubbles include emergency blasting of the Peter Gabriel song from the John Cusak movie from my car and across an unsuspecting street. And the witnessing of the precise moment the Christmas lights turned on at Christmas Tree Lane; the loud Aahhhh that spontaneously followed in stereo. There’s falling on the ground in tears after our first CDC sanctioned hug. The moment realizing that it was mini bubble’s first time experiencing the ocean. Bubbles can be the effervescent people we love who encapsulate joy like onomatopoeia in motion. The gratitude they inspire might very well keep a heart open long after the dude with the soapy rope packs up for the day. I thank everything holy for my...bubble. Hey, Bubble. Hey.

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Caption : “Hey Bubble” A moment in time where now fully vaxxed, I whisk a bestie away for a mini adventure down by the sea. A bestie whom I sometimes endearingly nickname bubble- and whose superstar dog I also sometimes call bubble-who both have also comprised the entirety of my COVID bubble, and in this moment of newfound and slightly daunting freedom we find ourselves walking into a sea of…bubbles. What a year. What a friendship. What a thing a bubble be. Bubbles can be made of dish soap and formed from wind and rope by some dude dispensing fleeting moments of joy, for a tip. They can be formed in global pandemics with someone you can truly trust with your life when suddenly other people- even those you know and love – can through no fault of their own, or through denial, become a threat to your personal safety. Bubbles can hold an emergency trip to the vet for a dog that somehow one fateful night beats all the odds and continues to exceed expectations. Bubbles include emergency blasting of the Peter Gabriel song from the John Cusak movie from my car and across an unsuspecting street. And the witnessing of the precise moment the Christmas lights turned on at Christmas Tree Lane; the loud Aahhhh that spontaneously followed in stereo. There’s falling on the ground in tears after our first CDC sanctioned hug. The moment realizing that it was mini bubble’s first time experiencing the ocean. Bubbles can be the effervescent people we love who encapsulate joy like onomatopoeia in motion. The gratitude they inspire might very well keep a heart open long after the dude with the soapy rope packs up for the day. I thank everything holy for my…bubble. Hey, Bubble. Hey.
Likes : 3515Claudia Black - 3.5K Likes - “Hey Bubble” A moment in time where now fully vaxxed, I whisk a bestie away for a mini adventure down by the sea. A bestie whom I sometimes endearingly nickname bubble- and whose superstar dog I also sometimes call bubble-who both have also comprised the entirety of my COVID bubble, and in this moment of newfound and slightly daunting freedom we find ourselves walking into a sea of...bubbles. What a year. What a friendship. What a thing a bubble be. Bubbles can be made of dish soap and formed from wind and rope by some dude dispensing fleeting moments of joy, for a tip. They can be formed in global pandemics with someone you can truly trust with your life when suddenly other people- even those you know and love - can through no fault of their own, or through denial, become a threat to your personal safety. Bubbles can hold an emergency trip to the vet for a dog that somehow one fateful night beats all the odds and continues to exceed expectations. Bubbles include emergency blasting of the Peter Gabriel song from the John Cusak movie from my car and across an unsuspecting street. And the witnessing of the precise moment the Christmas lights turned on at Christmas Tree Lane; the loud Aahhhh that spontaneously followed in stereo. There’s falling on the ground in tears after our first CDC sanctioned hug. The moment realizing that it was mini bubble’s first time experiencing the ocean. Bubbles can be the effervescent people we love who encapsulate joy like onomatopoeia in motion. The gratitude they inspire might very well keep a heart open long after the dude with the soapy rope packs up for the day. I thank everything holy for my...bubble. Hey, Bubble. Hey.

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Caption : “Hey Bubble” A moment in time where now fully vaxxed, I whisk a bestie away for a mini adventure down by the sea. A bestie whom I sometimes endearingly nickname bubble- and whose superstar dog I also sometimes call bubble-who both have also comprised the entirety of my COVID bubble, and in this moment of newfound and slightly daunting freedom we find ourselves walking into a sea of…bubbles. What a year. What a friendship. What a thing a bubble be. Bubbles can be made of dish soap and formed from wind and rope by some dude dispensing fleeting moments of joy, for a tip. They can be formed in global pandemics with someone you can truly trust with your life when suddenly other people- even those you know and love – can through no fault of their own, or through denial, become a threat to your personal safety. Bubbles can hold an emergency trip to the vet for a dog that somehow one fateful night beats all the odds and continues to exceed expectations. Bubbles include emergency blasting of the Peter Gabriel song from the John Cusak movie from my car and across an unsuspecting street. And the witnessing of the precise moment the Christmas lights turned on at Christmas Tree Lane; the loud Aahhhh that spontaneously followed in stereo. There’s falling on the ground in tears after our first CDC sanctioned hug. The moment realizing that it was mini bubble’s first time experiencing the ocean. Bubbles can be the effervescent people we love who encapsulate joy like onomatopoeia in motion. The gratitude they inspire might very well keep a heart open long after the dude with the soapy rope packs up for the day. I thank everything holy for my…bubble. Hey, Bubble. Hey.
Likes : 3515Claudia Black - 3.5K Likes - “Hey Bubble” A moment in time where now fully vaxxed, I whisk a bestie away for a mini adventure down by the sea. A bestie whom I sometimes endearingly nickname bubble- and whose superstar dog I also sometimes call bubble-who both have also comprised the entirety of my COVID bubble, and in this moment of newfound and slightly daunting freedom we find ourselves walking into a sea of...bubbles. What a year. What a friendship. What a thing a bubble be. Bubbles can be made of dish soap and formed from wind and rope by some dude dispensing fleeting moments of joy, for a tip. They can be formed in global pandemics with someone you can truly trust with your life when suddenly other people- even those you know and love - can through no fault of their own, or through denial, become a threat to your personal safety. Bubbles can hold an emergency trip to the vet for a dog that somehow one fateful night beats all the odds and continues to exceed expectations. Bubbles include emergency blasting of the Peter Gabriel song from the John Cusak movie from my car and across an unsuspecting street. And the witnessing of the precise moment the Christmas lights turned on at Christmas Tree Lane; the loud Aahhhh that spontaneously followed in stereo. There’s falling on the ground in tears after our first CDC sanctioned hug. The moment realizing that it was mini bubble’s first time experiencing the ocean. Bubbles can be the effervescent people we love who encapsulate joy like onomatopoeia in motion. The gratitude they inspire might very well keep a heart open long after the dude with the soapy rope packs up for the day. I thank everything holy for my...bubble. Hey, Bubble. Hey.

3.5K Likes – Claudia Black Instagram

Caption : “Hey Bubble” A moment in time where now fully vaxxed, I whisk a bestie away for a mini adventure down by the sea. A bestie whom I sometimes endearingly nickname bubble- and whose superstar dog I also sometimes call bubble-who both have also comprised the entirety of my COVID bubble, and in this moment of newfound and slightly daunting freedom we find ourselves walking into a sea of…bubbles. What a year. What a friendship. What a thing a bubble be. Bubbles can be made of dish soap and formed from wind and rope by some dude dispensing fleeting moments of joy, for a tip. They can be formed in global pandemics with someone you can truly trust with your life when suddenly other people- even those you know and love – can through no fault of their own, or through denial, become a threat to your personal safety. Bubbles can hold an emergency trip to the vet for a dog that somehow one fateful night beats all the odds and continues to exceed expectations. Bubbles include emergency blasting of the Peter Gabriel song from the John Cusak movie from my car and across an unsuspecting street. And the witnessing of the precise moment the Christmas lights turned on at Christmas Tree Lane; the loud Aahhhh that spontaneously followed in stereo. There’s falling on the ground in tears after our first CDC sanctioned hug. The moment realizing that it was mini bubble’s first time experiencing the ocean. Bubbles can be the effervescent people we love who encapsulate joy like onomatopoeia in motion. The gratitude they inspire might very well keep a heart open long after the dude with the soapy rope packs up for the day. I thank everything holy for my…bubble. Hey, Bubble. Hey.
Likes : 3515Claudia Black - 3.5K Likes - “Hey Bubble” A moment in time where now fully vaxxed, I whisk a bestie away for a mini adventure down by the sea. A bestie whom I sometimes endearingly nickname bubble- and whose superstar dog I also sometimes call bubble-who both have also comprised the entirety of my COVID bubble, and in this moment of newfound and slightly daunting freedom we find ourselves walking into a sea of...bubbles. What a year. What a friendship. What a thing a bubble be. Bubbles can be made of dish soap and formed from wind and rope by some dude dispensing fleeting moments of joy, for a tip. They can be formed in global pandemics with someone you can truly trust with your life when suddenly other people- even those you know and love - can through no fault of their own, or through denial, become a threat to your personal safety. Bubbles can hold an emergency trip to the vet for a dog that somehow one fateful night beats all the odds and continues to exceed expectations. Bubbles include emergency blasting of the Peter Gabriel song from the John Cusak movie from my car and across an unsuspecting street. And the witnessing of the precise moment the Christmas lights turned on at Christmas Tree Lane; the loud Aahhhh that spontaneously followed in stereo. There’s falling on the ground in tears after our first CDC sanctioned hug. The moment realizing that it was mini bubble’s first time experiencing the ocean. Bubbles can be the effervescent people we love who encapsulate joy like onomatopoeia in motion. The gratitude they inspire might very well keep a heart open long after the dude with the soapy rope packs up for the day. I thank everything holy for my...bubble. Hey, Bubble. Hey.

3.5K Likes – Claudia Black Instagram

Caption : “Hey Bubble” A moment in time where now fully vaxxed, I whisk a bestie away for a mini adventure down by the sea. A bestie whom I sometimes endearingly nickname bubble- and whose superstar dog I also sometimes call bubble-who both have also comprised the entirety of my COVID bubble, and in this moment of newfound and slightly daunting freedom we find ourselves walking into a sea of…bubbles. What a year. What a friendship. What a thing a bubble be. Bubbles can be made of dish soap and formed from wind and rope by some dude dispensing fleeting moments of joy, for a tip. They can be formed in global pandemics with someone you can truly trust with your life when suddenly other people- even those you know and love – can through no fault of their own, or through denial, become a threat to your personal safety. Bubbles can hold an emergency trip to the vet for a dog that somehow one fateful night beats all the odds and continues to exceed expectations. Bubbles include emergency blasting of the Peter Gabriel song from the John Cusak movie from my car and across an unsuspecting street. And the witnessing of the precise moment the Christmas lights turned on at Christmas Tree Lane; the loud Aahhhh that spontaneously followed in stereo. There’s falling on the ground in tears after our first CDC sanctioned hug. The moment realizing that it was mini bubble’s first time experiencing the ocean. Bubbles can be the effervescent people we love who encapsulate joy like onomatopoeia in motion. The gratitude they inspire might very well keep a heart open long after the dude with the soapy rope packs up for the day. I thank everything holy for my…bubble. Hey, Bubble. Hey.
Likes : 3515Claudia Black - 3.4K Likes - More behind the scenes from shoot with @lifeafterproject for #lifeafterproject although @hair.by.hare was the iPhone photographer who snapped these before I almost fell in the pool. Don’t do this in heels people.

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Caption : More behind the scenes from shoot with @lifeafterproject for #lifeafterproject although @hair.by.hare was the iPhone photographer who snapped these before I almost fell in the pool. Don’t do this in heels people.
Likes : 3402Claudia Black - 3.2K Likes - Cabs and Cooking London 2018 I said farewell to a challenging year in a great way- donning my drag-lite garb that makes me feel my most me, to venture out with a gorgeous cousin I haven’t seen nearly enough, to a fun party. We’d given each other and ourselves permission to hate the night and scurry home early if needed, and ended up home not long before sunrise. It was my one night off in a stretch devoted otherwise to taking care of one of my absolute favorite people who is braving chemo. My antidote for the poison coursing through her veins is all the ways my creativity can express my love and gratitude for her, primarily though, through my cooking. Healthy clean food, bone broths etc. Food as a “love language” though not specifically listed in the books, is a biggie for me. My mum worked late. I craved time with her as a teen. Once she was home from work after doing research in the lab all day, I would sit in the kitchen as she “threw the dinner on”. If memory serves she would explain a bit of the science behind her cooking methods. I learned to cook this way. And now I’m applying all I’ve learned over the years Cooking for her older sister in London, continuing the female lineage of food made with love and as a means for connection. For the past ten years food has been my primary medicine. I pass on now what I can and pray it serves. My eyes welled up as I was making lunch the other day as I thought about what my aunty means to me. “Good,” I thought, “ let that feeling go into this dish. Let her feel in the food what I feel for her, how precious she is to me.” She loved that meal. She’s still talking about it. “Don’t forget that one, so you can make that again” “ I have no idea how I made it. “ ( as long as there’s love in it there will likely be no complaints) I’ve got my feet up right now in a rare resting moment while I wait for my potatoes to get crispy, While the 12 hr Kleftiko (slow roasted lamb) rests a tad. My diet is mostly plant based though I occasionally have some lamb and today is a special treat. I’m about to return to LA. To soften the inexorable grief of my departure for us both, (Continued in comments)

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Caption : Cabs and Cooking London 2018 I said farewell to a challenging year in a great way- donning my drag-lite garb that makes me feel my most me, to venture out with a gorgeous cousin I haven’t seen nearly enough, to a fun party. We’d given each other and ourselves permission to hate the night and scurry home early if needed, and ended up home not long before sunrise. It was my one night off in a stretch devoted otherwise to taking care of one of my absolute favorite people who is braving chemo. My antidote for the poison coursing through her veins is all the ways my creativity can express my love and gratitude for her, primarily though, through my cooking. Healthy clean food, bone broths etc. Food as a “love language” though not specifically listed in the books, is a biggie for me. My mum worked late. I craved time with her as a teen. Once she was home from work after doing research in the lab all day, I would sit in the kitchen as she “threw the dinner on”. If memory serves she would explain a bit of the science behind her cooking methods. I learned to cook this way. And now I’m applying all I’ve learned over the years Cooking for her older sister in London, continuing the female lineage of food made with love and as a means for connection. For the past ten years food has been my primary medicine. I pass on now what I can and pray it serves. My eyes welled up as I was making lunch the other day as I thought about what my aunty means to me. “Good,” I thought, “ let that feeling go into this dish. Let her feel in the food what I feel for her, how precious she is to me.” She loved that meal. She’s still talking about it. “Don’t forget that one, so you can make that again” “ I have no idea how I made it. “ ( as long as there’s love in it there will likely be no complaints) I’ve got my feet up right now in a rare resting moment while I wait for my potatoes to get crispy, While the 12 hr Kleftiko (slow roasted lamb) rests a tad. My diet is mostly plant based though I occasionally have some lamb and today is a special treat. I’m about to return to LA. To soften the inexorable grief of my departure for us both, (Continued in comments)
Likes : 3204Claudia Black - 3.2K Likes - Cabs and Cooking London 2018 I said farewell to a challenging year in a great way- donning my drag-lite garb that makes me feel my most me, to venture out with a gorgeous cousin I haven’t seen nearly enough, to a fun party. We’d given each other and ourselves permission to hate the night and scurry home early if needed, and ended up home not long before sunrise. It was my one night off in a stretch devoted otherwise to taking care of one of my absolute favorite people who is braving chemo. My antidote for the poison coursing through her veins is all the ways my creativity can express my love and gratitude for her, primarily though, through my cooking. Healthy clean food, bone broths etc. Food as a “love language” though not specifically listed in the books, is a biggie for me. My mum worked late. I craved time with her as a teen. Once she was home from work after doing research in the lab all day, I would sit in the kitchen as she “threw the dinner on”. If memory serves she would explain a bit of the science behind her cooking methods. I learned to cook this way. And now I’m applying all I’ve learned over the years Cooking for her older sister in London, continuing the female lineage of food made with love and as a means for connection. For the past ten years food has been my primary medicine. I pass on now what I can and pray it serves. My eyes welled up as I was making lunch the other day as I thought about what my aunty means to me. “Good,” I thought, “ let that feeling go into this dish. Let her feel in the food what I feel for her, how precious she is to me.” She loved that meal. She’s still talking about it. “Don’t forget that one, so you can make that again” “ I have no idea how I made it. “ ( as long as there’s love in it there will likely be no complaints) I’ve got my feet up right now in a rare resting moment while I wait for my potatoes to get crispy, While the 12 hr Kleftiko (slow roasted lamb) rests a tad. My diet is mostly plant based though I occasionally have some lamb and today is a special treat. I’m about to return to LA. To soften the inexorable grief of my departure for us both, (Continued in comments)

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Caption : Cabs and Cooking London 2018 I said farewell to a challenging year in a great way- donning my drag-lite garb that makes me feel my most me, to venture out with a gorgeous cousin I haven’t seen nearly enough, to a fun party. We’d given each other and ourselves permission to hate the night and scurry home early if needed, and ended up home not long before sunrise. It was my one night off in a stretch devoted otherwise to taking care of one of my absolute favorite people who is braving chemo. My antidote for the poison coursing through her veins is all the ways my creativity can express my love and gratitude for her, primarily though, through my cooking. Healthy clean food, bone broths etc. Food as a “love language” though not specifically listed in the books, is a biggie for me. My mum worked late. I craved time with her as a teen. Once she was home from work after doing research in the lab all day, I would sit in the kitchen as she “threw the dinner on”. If memory serves she would explain a bit of the science behind her cooking methods. I learned to cook this way. And now I’m applying all I’ve learned over the years Cooking for her older sister in London, continuing the female lineage of food made with love and as a means for connection. For the past ten years food has been my primary medicine. I pass on now what I can and pray it serves. My eyes welled up as I was making lunch the other day as I thought about what my aunty means to me. “Good,” I thought, “ let that feeling go into this dish. Let her feel in the food what I feel for her, how precious she is to me.” She loved that meal. She’s still talking about it. “Don’t forget that one, so you can make that again” “ I have no idea how I made it. “ ( as long as there’s love in it there will likely be no complaints) I’ve got my feet up right now in a rare resting moment while I wait for my potatoes to get crispy, While the 12 hr Kleftiko (slow roasted lamb) rests a tad. My diet is mostly plant based though I occasionally have some lamb and today is a special treat. I’m about to return to LA. To soften the inexorable grief of my departure for us both, (Continued in comments)
Likes : 3204Claudia Black - 3.2K Likes - Cabs and Cooking London 2018 I said farewell to a challenging year in a great way- donning my drag-lite garb that makes me feel my most me, to venture out with a gorgeous cousin I haven’t seen nearly enough, to a fun party. We’d given each other and ourselves permission to hate the night and scurry home early if needed, and ended up home not long before sunrise. It was my one night off in a stretch devoted otherwise to taking care of one of my absolute favorite people who is braving chemo. My antidote for the poison coursing through her veins is all the ways my creativity can express my love and gratitude for her, primarily though, through my cooking. Healthy clean food, bone broths etc. Food as a “love language” though not specifically listed in the books, is a biggie for me. My mum worked late. I craved time with her as a teen. Once she was home from work after doing research in the lab all day, I would sit in the kitchen as she “threw the dinner on”. If memory serves she would explain a bit of the science behind her cooking methods. I learned to cook this way. And now I’m applying all I’ve learned over the years Cooking for her older sister in London, continuing the female lineage of food made with love and as a means for connection. For the past ten years food has been my primary medicine. I pass on now what I can and pray it serves. My eyes welled up as I was making lunch the other day as I thought about what my aunty means to me. “Good,” I thought, “ let that feeling go into this dish. Let her feel in the food what I feel for her, how precious she is to me.” She loved that meal. She’s still talking about it. “Don’t forget that one, so you can make that again” “ I have no idea how I made it. “ ( as long as there’s love in it there will likely be no complaints) I’ve got my feet up right now in a rare resting moment while I wait for my potatoes to get crispy, While the 12 hr Kleftiko (slow roasted lamb) rests a tad. My diet is mostly plant based though I occasionally have some lamb and today is a special treat. I’m about to return to LA. To soften the inexorable grief of my departure for us both, (Continued in comments)

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Caption : Cabs and Cooking London 2018 I said farewell to a challenging year in a great way- donning my drag-lite garb that makes me feel my most me, to venture out with a gorgeous cousin I haven’t seen nearly enough, to a fun party. We’d given each other and ourselves permission to hate the night and scurry home early if needed, and ended up home not long before sunrise. It was my one night off in a stretch devoted otherwise to taking care of one of my absolute favorite people who is braving chemo. My antidote for the poison coursing through her veins is all the ways my creativity can express my love and gratitude for her, primarily though, through my cooking. Healthy clean food, bone broths etc. Food as a “love language” though not specifically listed in the books, is a biggie for me. My mum worked late. I craved time with her as a teen. Once she was home from work after doing research in the lab all day, I would sit in the kitchen as she “threw the dinner on”. If memory serves she would explain a bit of the science behind her cooking methods. I learned to cook this way. And now I’m applying all I’ve learned over the years Cooking for her older sister in London, continuing the female lineage of food made with love and as a means for connection. For the past ten years food has been my primary medicine. I pass on now what I can and pray it serves. My eyes welled up as I was making lunch the other day as I thought about what my aunty means to me. “Good,” I thought, “ let that feeling go into this dish. Let her feel in the food what I feel for her, how precious she is to me.” She loved that meal. She’s still talking about it. “Don’t forget that one, so you can make that again” “ I have no idea how I made it. “ ( as long as there’s love in it there will likely be no complaints) I’ve got my feet up right now in a rare resting moment while I wait for my potatoes to get crispy, While the 12 hr Kleftiko (slow roasted lamb) rests a tad. My diet is mostly plant based though I occasionally have some lamb and today is a special treat. I’m about to return to LA. To soften the inexorable grief of my departure for us both, (Continued in comments)
Likes : 3204Claudia Black - 3.1K Likes - So I did some work in my airstream yesterday. It got hot so I took off my sweater. Then it got really cold when I came inside to get food and it was laundry day. No food around worth eating so I'd have to order something. Not many clothes around on laundry day, so the only thing I could find with sleeves that was clean was this shirt. Now, just before I meant to throw out this shirt, that at the time last year had two holes I'd thought," I wonder how they make those shirts at the markets with the torn lines across them?" Rather than looking that up online as a normal person would do, I just went for it and then cast the unsurprisingly failed attempt back into the cupboard possibly to be lost in there for years. ( I don't know why I didn't throw it out. Perhaps so I could have this very moment) Though find that "shirt" I did, yesterday eve and I popped it on. And even though it provided no warmth I forgot I was wearing it. Until I ran a hot bath and caught sight of myself. Then I remembered the delivery guy's face when I'd stepped out nonchalantly to receive my food. The dude had looked pale and was stammering. Had I been ravaged by a tiger whilst diy-ing? Or had this super hungry chick tried to make one of those shirts from the markets with the torn lines and tie thingies and clearly not succeeded? I guess he'll never know though two things are for certain. This is bad porn. And delivery dude? You're welcome.

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Caption : So I did some work in my airstream yesterday. It got hot so I took off my sweater. Then it got really cold when I came inside to get food and it was laundry day. No food around worth eating so I’d have to order something. Not many clothes around on laundry day, so the only thing I could find with sleeves that was clean was this shirt. Now, just before I meant to throw out this shirt, that at the time last year had two holes I’d thought,” I wonder how they make those shirts at the markets with the torn lines across them?” Rather than looking that up online as a normal person would do, I just went for it and then cast the unsurprisingly failed attempt back into the cupboard possibly to be lost in there for years. ( I don’t know why I didn’t throw it out. Perhaps so I could have this very moment) Though find that “shirt” I did, yesterday eve and I popped it on. And even though it provided no warmth I forgot I was wearing it. Until I ran a hot bath and caught sight of myself. Then I remembered the delivery guy’s face when I’d stepped out nonchalantly to receive my food. The dude had looked pale and was stammering. Had I been ravaged by a tiger whilst diy-ing? Or had this super hungry chick tried to make one of those shirts from the markets with the torn lines and tie thingies and clearly not succeeded? I guess he’ll never know though two things are for certain. This is bad porn. And delivery dude? You’re welcome.
Likes : 3097Claudia Black - 2.9K Likes - It’s that thing...where you meditate on a vortex...as the sun is coming up...and because you’re a bit of a dick...you take a selfie. #leylines bye Sedona! Kiss, kiss, wow, wowza

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Caption : It’s that thing…where you meditate on a vortex…as the sun is coming up…and because you’re a bit of a dick…you take a selfie. #leylines bye Sedona! Kiss, kiss, wow, wowza
Likes : 2897Claudia Black - 2.7K Likes - COVID and lockdown sent me into survival mode. And then my inner homesteader emerged. Primal provider panic brought me to vegetable gardening. And then my friend and conscious producer from the pixie realm @ginstar introduced me to foraging: @growforagecookferment and @pascalbaudar Once out of fight or flight I started to see my garden less as another daunting responsibility (amongst many others as a single mother in a pandemic), and more as the extraordinary ally and resource that Mother Earth is. I marveled at the medicine my wild and weedy nasturtiums could be, and they agreed to transform into pesto. I harvested orange blossoms and rose petals just before they fell and pink peppercorns once fallen, and they simmered their way into hedge-witch jellies. Lilac honey became gifts for my separated clan. Jalapeño honey has followed. Foraged chai tea with pine needles and pink peppercorns is probably not everyone’s cup of tea though it proudly has been mine. After years of feeling my pain and my bombastic and needy complex ptsd—as it has presented and looped through my heart, mind, body and spirit—this new hobby has brought me to feeling humble, grateful, enchanted and quiet. I have access to the subtle yet powerful intelligences of things growing just outside my door. And after years of my traumas teaching me falsely to believe that feeling bad was right, I now feel peace and satisfaction as I tinker in my kitchen. It’s a sign of my healing that I am playing and creating this way—I marvel that I am able to be available to it—to put time and energy into it —and what pleasure it brings because it is sustainable, generative and beautiful. #plantmedicine #foraging #ptsd #cptsd #downregulation #sustainability #homesteading #hedgewitch

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Caption : COVID and lockdown sent me into survival mode. And then my inner homesteader emerged. Primal provider panic brought me to vegetable gardening. And then my friend and conscious producer from the pixie realm @ginstar introduced me to foraging: @growforagecookferment and @pascalbaudar Once out of fight or flight I started to see my garden less as another daunting responsibility (amongst many others as a single mother in a pandemic), and more as the extraordinary ally and resource that Mother Earth is. I marveled at the medicine my wild and weedy nasturtiums could be, and they agreed to transform into pesto. I harvested orange blossoms and rose petals just before they fell and pink peppercorns once fallen, and they simmered their way into hedge-witch jellies. Lilac honey became gifts for my separated clan. Jalapeño honey has followed. Foraged chai tea with pine needles and pink peppercorns is probably not everyone’s cup of tea though it proudly has been mine. After years of feeling my pain and my bombastic and needy complex ptsd—as it has presented and looped through my heart, mind, body and spirit—this new hobby has brought me to feeling humble, grateful, enchanted and quiet. I have access to the subtle yet powerful intelligences of things growing just outside my door. And after years of my traumas teaching me falsely to believe that feeling bad was right, I now feel peace and satisfaction as I tinker in my kitchen. It’s a sign of my healing that I am playing and creating this way—I marvel that I am able to be available to it—to put time and energy into it —and what pleasure it brings because it is sustainable, generative and beautiful. #plantmedicine #foraging #ptsd #cptsd #downregulation #sustainability #homesteading #hedgewitch
Likes : 2693Claudia Black - 2.7K Likes - COVID and lockdown sent me into survival mode. And then my inner homesteader emerged. Primal provider panic brought me to vegetable gardening. And then my friend and conscious producer from the pixie realm @ginstar introduced me to foraging: @growforagecookferment and @pascalbaudar Once out of fight or flight I started to see my garden less as another daunting responsibility (amongst many others as a single mother in a pandemic), and more as the extraordinary ally and resource that Mother Earth is. I marveled at the medicine my wild and weedy nasturtiums could be, and they agreed to transform into pesto. I harvested orange blossoms and rose petals just before they fell and pink peppercorns once fallen, and they simmered their way into hedge-witch jellies. Lilac honey became gifts for my separated clan. Jalapeño honey has followed. Foraged chai tea with pine needles and pink peppercorns is probably not everyone’s cup of tea though it proudly has been mine. After years of feeling my pain and my bombastic and needy complex ptsd—as it has presented and looped through my heart, mind, body and spirit—this new hobby has brought me to feeling humble, grateful, enchanted and quiet. I have access to the subtle yet powerful intelligences of things growing just outside my door. And after years of my traumas teaching me falsely to believe that feeling bad was right, I now feel peace and satisfaction as I tinker in my kitchen. It’s a sign of my healing that I am playing and creating this way—I marvel that I am able to be available to it—to put time and energy into it —and what pleasure it brings because it is sustainable, generative and beautiful. #plantmedicine #foraging #ptsd #cptsd #downregulation #sustainability #homesteading #hedgewitch

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Caption : COVID and lockdown sent me into survival mode. And then my inner homesteader emerged. Primal provider panic brought me to vegetable gardening. And then my friend and conscious producer from the pixie realm @ginstar introduced me to foraging: @growforagecookferment and @pascalbaudar Once out of fight or flight I started to see my garden less as another daunting responsibility (amongst many others as a single mother in a pandemic), and more as the extraordinary ally and resource that Mother Earth is. I marveled at the medicine my wild and weedy nasturtiums could be, and they agreed to transform into pesto. I harvested orange blossoms and rose petals just before they fell and pink peppercorns once fallen, and they simmered their way into hedge-witch jellies. Lilac honey became gifts for my separated clan. Jalapeño honey has followed. Foraged chai tea with pine needles and pink peppercorns is probably not everyone’s cup of tea though it proudly has been mine. After years of feeling my pain and my bombastic and needy complex ptsd—as it has presented and looped through my heart, mind, body and spirit—this new hobby has brought me to feeling humble, grateful, enchanted and quiet. I have access to the subtle yet powerful intelligences of things growing just outside my door. And after years of my traumas teaching me falsely to believe that feeling bad was right, I now feel peace and satisfaction as I tinker in my kitchen. It’s a sign of my healing that I am playing and creating this way—I marvel that I am able to be available to it—to put time and energy into it —and what pleasure it brings because it is sustainable, generative and beautiful. #plantmedicine #foraging #ptsd #cptsd #downregulation #sustainability #homesteading #hedgewitch
Likes : 2693Claudia Black - 2.7K Likes - COVID and lockdown sent me into survival mode. And then my inner homesteader emerged. Primal provider panic brought me to vegetable gardening. And then my friend and conscious producer from the pixie realm @ginstar introduced me to foraging: @growforagecookferment and @pascalbaudar Once out of fight or flight I started to see my garden less as another daunting responsibility (amongst many others as a single mother in a pandemic), and more as the extraordinary ally and resource that Mother Earth is. I marveled at the medicine my wild and weedy nasturtiums could be, and they agreed to transform into pesto. I harvested orange blossoms and rose petals just before they fell and pink peppercorns once fallen, and they simmered their way into hedge-witch jellies. Lilac honey became gifts for my separated clan. Jalapeño honey has followed. Foraged chai tea with pine needles and pink peppercorns is probably not everyone’s cup of tea though it proudly has been mine. After years of feeling my pain and my bombastic and needy complex ptsd—as it has presented and looped through my heart, mind, body and spirit—this new hobby has brought me to feeling humble, grateful, enchanted and quiet. I have access to the subtle yet powerful intelligences of things growing just outside my door. And after years of my traumas teaching me falsely to believe that feeling bad was right, I now feel peace and satisfaction as I tinker in my kitchen. It’s a sign of my healing that I am playing and creating this way—I marvel that I am able to be available to it—to put time and energy into it —and what pleasure it brings because it is sustainable, generative and beautiful. #plantmedicine #foraging #ptsd #cptsd #downregulation #sustainability #homesteading #hedgewitch

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Caption : COVID and lockdown sent me into survival mode. And then my inner homesteader emerged. Primal provider panic brought me to vegetable gardening. And then my friend and conscious producer from the pixie realm @ginstar introduced me to foraging: @growforagecookferment and @pascalbaudar Once out of fight or flight I started to see my garden less as another daunting responsibility (amongst many others as a single mother in a pandemic), and more as the extraordinary ally and resource that Mother Earth is. I marveled at the medicine my wild and weedy nasturtiums could be, and they agreed to transform into pesto. I harvested orange blossoms and rose petals just before they fell and pink peppercorns once fallen, and they simmered their way into hedge-witch jellies. Lilac honey became gifts for my separated clan. Jalapeño honey has followed. Foraged chai tea with pine needles and pink peppercorns is probably not everyone’s cup of tea though it proudly has been mine. After years of feeling my pain and my bombastic and needy complex ptsd—as it has presented and looped through my heart, mind, body and spirit—this new hobby has brought me to feeling humble, grateful, enchanted and quiet. I have access to the subtle yet powerful intelligences of things growing just outside my door. And after years of my traumas teaching me falsely to believe that feeling bad was right, I now feel peace and satisfaction as I tinker in my kitchen. It’s a sign of my healing that I am playing and creating this way—I marvel that I am able to be available to it—to put time and energy into it —and what pleasure it brings because it is sustainable, generative and beautiful. #plantmedicine #foraging #ptsd #cptsd #downregulation #sustainability #homesteading #hedgewitch
Likes : 2693Claudia Black - 2.7K Likes - COVID and lockdown sent me into survival mode. And then my inner homesteader emerged. Primal provider panic brought me to vegetable gardening. And then my friend and conscious producer from the pixie realm @ginstar introduced me to foraging: @growforagecookferment and @pascalbaudar Once out of fight or flight I started to see my garden less as another daunting responsibility (amongst many others as a single mother in a pandemic), and more as the extraordinary ally and resource that Mother Earth is. I marveled at the medicine my wild and weedy nasturtiums could be, and they agreed to transform into pesto. I harvested orange blossoms and rose petals just before they fell and pink peppercorns once fallen, and they simmered their way into hedge-witch jellies. Lilac honey became gifts for my separated clan. Jalapeño honey has followed. Foraged chai tea with pine needles and pink peppercorns is probably not everyone’s cup of tea though it proudly has been mine. After years of feeling my pain and my bombastic and needy complex ptsd—as it has presented and looped through my heart, mind, body and spirit—this new hobby has brought me to feeling humble, grateful, enchanted and quiet. I have access to the subtle yet powerful intelligences of things growing just outside my door. And after years of my traumas teaching me falsely to believe that feeling bad was right, I now feel peace and satisfaction as I tinker in my kitchen. It’s a sign of my healing that I am playing and creating this way—I marvel that I am able to be available to it—to put time and energy into it —and what pleasure it brings because it is sustainable, generative and beautiful. #plantmedicine #foraging #ptsd #cptsd #downregulation #sustainability #homesteading #hedgewitch

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Caption : COVID and lockdown sent me into survival mode. And then my inner homesteader emerged. Primal provider panic brought me to vegetable gardening. And then my friend and conscious producer from the pixie realm @ginstar introduced me to foraging: @growforagecookferment and @pascalbaudar Once out of fight or flight I started to see my garden less as another daunting responsibility (amongst many others as a single mother in a pandemic), and more as the extraordinary ally and resource that Mother Earth is. I marveled at the medicine my wild and weedy nasturtiums could be, and they agreed to transform into pesto. I harvested orange blossoms and rose petals just before they fell and pink peppercorns once fallen, and they simmered their way into hedge-witch jellies. Lilac honey became gifts for my separated clan. Jalapeño honey has followed. Foraged chai tea with pine needles and pink peppercorns is probably not everyone’s cup of tea though it proudly has been mine. After years of feeling my pain and my bombastic and needy complex ptsd—as it has presented and looped through my heart, mind, body and spirit—this new hobby has brought me to feeling humble, grateful, enchanted and quiet. I have access to the subtle yet powerful intelligences of things growing just outside my door. And after years of my traumas teaching me falsely to believe that feeling bad was right, I now feel peace and satisfaction as I tinker in my kitchen. It’s a sign of my healing that I am playing and creating this way—I marvel that I am able to be available to it—to put time and energy into it —and what pleasure it brings because it is sustainable, generative and beautiful. #plantmedicine #foraging #ptsd #cptsd #downregulation #sustainability #homesteading #hedgewitch
Likes : 2693Claudia Black - 2.7K Likes - COVID and lockdown sent me into survival mode. And then my inner homesteader emerged. Primal provider panic brought me to vegetable gardening. And then my friend and conscious producer from the pixie realm @ginstar introduced me to foraging: @growforagecookferment and @pascalbaudar Once out of fight or flight I started to see my garden less as another daunting responsibility (amongst many others as a single mother in a pandemic), and more as the extraordinary ally and resource that Mother Earth is. I marveled at the medicine my wild and weedy nasturtiums could be, and they agreed to transform into pesto. I harvested orange blossoms and rose petals just before they fell and pink peppercorns once fallen, and they simmered their way into hedge-witch jellies. Lilac honey became gifts for my separated clan. Jalapeño honey has followed. Foraged chai tea with pine needles and pink peppercorns is probably not everyone’s cup of tea though it proudly has been mine. After years of feeling my pain and my bombastic and needy complex ptsd—as it has presented and looped through my heart, mind, body and spirit—this new hobby has brought me to feeling humble, grateful, enchanted and quiet. I have access to the subtle yet powerful intelligences of things growing just outside my door. And after years of my traumas teaching me falsely to believe that feeling bad was right, I now feel peace and satisfaction as I tinker in my kitchen. It’s a sign of my healing that I am playing and creating this way—I marvel that I am able to be available to it—to put time and energy into it —and what pleasure it brings because it is sustainable, generative and beautiful. #plantmedicine #foraging #ptsd #cptsd #downregulation #sustainability #homesteading #hedgewitch

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Caption : COVID and lockdown sent me into survival mode. And then my inner homesteader emerged. Primal provider panic brought me to vegetable gardening. And then my friend and conscious producer from the pixie realm @ginstar introduced me to foraging: @growforagecookferment and @pascalbaudar Once out of fight or flight I started to see my garden less as another daunting responsibility (amongst many others as a single mother in a pandemic), and more as the extraordinary ally and resource that Mother Earth is. I marveled at the medicine my wild and weedy nasturtiums could be, and they agreed to transform into pesto. I harvested orange blossoms and rose petals just before they fell and pink peppercorns once fallen, and they simmered their way into hedge-witch jellies. Lilac honey became gifts for my separated clan. Jalapeño honey has followed. Foraged chai tea with pine needles and pink peppercorns is probably not everyone’s cup of tea though it proudly has been mine. After years of feeling my pain and my bombastic and needy complex ptsd—as it has presented and looped through my heart, mind, body and spirit—this new hobby has brought me to feeling humble, grateful, enchanted and quiet. I have access to the subtle yet powerful intelligences of things growing just outside my door. And after years of my traumas teaching me falsely to believe that feeling bad was right, I now feel peace and satisfaction as I tinker in my kitchen. It’s a sign of my healing that I am playing and creating this way—I marvel that I am able to be available to it—to put time and energy into it —and what pleasure it brings because it is sustainable, generative and beautiful. #plantmedicine #foraging #ptsd #cptsd #downregulation #sustainability #homesteading #hedgewitch
Likes : 2693Claudia Black - 2.7K Likes - COVID and lockdown sent me into survival mode. And then my inner homesteader emerged. Primal provider panic brought me to vegetable gardening. And then my friend and conscious producer from the pixie realm @ginstar introduced me to foraging: @growforagecookferment and @pascalbaudar Once out of fight or flight I started to see my garden less as another daunting responsibility (amongst many others as a single mother in a pandemic), and more as the extraordinary ally and resource that Mother Earth is. I marveled at the medicine my wild and weedy nasturtiums could be, and they agreed to transform into pesto. I harvested orange blossoms and rose petals just before they fell and pink peppercorns once fallen, and they simmered their way into hedge-witch jellies. Lilac honey became gifts for my separated clan. Jalapeño honey has followed. Foraged chai tea with pine needles and pink peppercorns is probably not everyone’s cup of tea though it proudly has been mine. After years of feeling my pain and my bombastic and needy complex ptsd—as it has presented and looped through my heart, mind, body and spirit—this new hobby has brought me to feeling humble, grateful, enchanted and quiet. I have access to the subtle yet powerful intelligences of things growing just outside my door. And after years of my traumas teaching me falsely to believe that feeling bad was right, I now feel peace and satisfaction as I tinker in my kitchen. It’s a sign of my healing that I am playing and creating this way—I marvel that I am able to be available to it—to put time and energy into it —and what pleasure it brings because it is sustainable, generative and beautiful. #plantmedicine #foraging #ptsd #cptsd #downregulation #sustainability #homesteading #hedgewitch

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Caption : COVID and lockdown sent me into survival mode. And then my inner homesteader emerged. Primal provider panic brought me to vegetable gardening. And then my friend and conscious producer from the pixie realm @ginstar introduced me to foraging: @growforagecookferment and @pascalbaudar Once out of fight or flight I started to see my garden less as another daunting responsibility (amongst many others as a single mother in a pandemic), and more as the extraordinary ally and resource that Mother Earth is. I marveled at the medicine my wild and weedy nasturtiums could be, and they agreed to transform into pesto. I harvested orange blossoms and rose petals just before they fell and pink peppercorns once fallen, and they simmered their way into hedge-witch jellies. Lilac honey became gifts for my separated clan. Jalapeño honey has followed. Foraged chai tea with pine needles and pink peppercorns is probably not everyone’s cup of tea though it proudly has been mine. After years of feeling my pain and my bombastic and needy complex ptsd—as it has presented and looped through my heart, mind, body and spirit—this new hobby has brought me to feeling humble, grateful, enchanted and quiet. I have access to the subtle yet powerful intelligences of things growing just outside my door. And after years of my traumas teaching me falsely to believe that feeling bad was right, I now feel peace and satisfaction as I tinker in my kitchen. It’s a sign of my healing that I am playing and creating this way—I marvel that I am able to be available to it—to put time and energy into it —and what pleasure it brings because it is sustainable, generative and beautiful. #plantmedicine #foraging #ptsd #cptsd #downregulation #sustainability #homesteading #hedgewitch
Likes : 2693Claudia Black - 2.3K Likes - My son left his chewing gum on his powerboard overnight and when I went to pull it off it became #Yoda. Due to the strike that’s all I can say right now. Wow. Sigh.

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Caption : My son left his chewing gum on his powerboard overnight and when I went to pull it off it became #Yoda. Due to the strike that’s all I can say right now. Wow. Sigh.
Likes : 2316Claudia Black - 2.3K Likes - I was better at phone banking than I was at taking selfies. It was a profound experience talking to people in California, hearing their stories. Advocating for the politician I believe is most prepared for this fight. Everyone I spoke to is taking their vote so seriously; womever they are voting for. I listened to a Trump supporter for 40 minutes. He wasn’t even the intended recipient of the call. He talked at me for almost the entire duration. At one point he thought I’d hung up on him. “Are you there?! Please don’t hang up on me. Oooh... no...Have you hung up on me?!” He sounded genuinely dismayed. “No,” I replied. “I’m right here. And I’m fascinated, I am hanging on your every word.” Some volunteer callers in front of me turned around to look at me. It was true. I was straining to hear as the line wasn’t great and there was so much information flooding out of him so quickly. And I wanted to hear him. To truly listen. He told me the #metoo movement had ruined everything. That women with all their curves were gorgeous. And that if they put on lipstick and false eyelashes and get boob jobs and wear provocative clothing that they were basically asking for it. And that he wouldn’t respect a female president. That women’s studies was a waste of time. That communism meant you couldn’t buy the glove size you need. That women should stay at home and do the noble job of raising kids. That someone wants to paint the Kremlin pink. That something was important to him about women meeting foreign dictators with the right skirt length and needing a seamstress; I’m not certain as, again, the line wasn’t very clear. That he has grown daughters -one of whom was the intended recipient of the call- one who must have voted blue in the past ten years. He shared that he was in the army in his youth. I thanked him for his service. That surprised him. He stopped talking for a beat. He took a breath. I asked him about his daughters. How he thought it was for them living in this current culture. “It’s hard,” he conceded. “ It’s bad that one lady got raped but there are women who go to Drs five years later because they are rich and take their money...and there are men contd 1/

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Caption : I was better at phone banking than I was at taking selfies. It was a profound experience talking to people in California, hearing their stories. Advocating for the politician I believe is most prepared for this fight. Everyone I spoke to is taking their vote so seriously; womever they are voting for. I listened to a Trump supporter for 40 minutes. He wasn’t even the intended recipient of the call. He talked at me for almost the entire duration. At one point he thought I’d hung up on him. “Are you there?! Please don’t hang up on me. Oooh… no…Have you hung up on me?!” He sounded genuinely dismayed. “No,” I replied. “I’m right here. And I’m fascinated, I am hanging on your every word.” Some volunteer callers in front of me turned around to look at me. It was true. I was straining to hear as the line wasn’t great and there was so much information flooding out of him so quickly. And I wanted to hear him. To truly listen. He told me the #metoo movement had ruined everything. That women with all their curves were gorgeous. And that if they put on lipstick and false eyelashes and get boob jobs and wear provocative clothing that they were basically asking for it. And that he wouldn’t respect a female president. That women’s studies was a waste of time. That communism meant you couldn’t buy the glove size you need. That women should stay at home and do the noble job of raising kids. That someone wants to paint the Kremlin pink. That something was important to him about women meeting foreign dictators with the right skirt length and needing a seamstress; I’m not certain as, again, the line wasn’t very clear. That he has grown daughters -one of whom was the intended recipient of the call- one who must have voted blue in the past ten years. He shared that he was in the army in his youth. I thanked him for his service. That surprised him. He stopped talking for a beat. He took a breath. I asked him about his daughters. How he thought it was for them living in this current culture. “It’s hard,” he conceded. “ It’s bad that one lady got raped but there are women who go to Drs five years later because they are rich and take their money…and there are men contd 1/
Likes : 2267Claudia Black - 2.3K Likes - I was better at phone banking than I was at taking selfies. It was a profound experience talking to people in California, hearing their stories. Advocating for the politician I believe is most prepared for this fight. Everyone I spoke to is taking their vote so seriously; womever they are voting for. I listened to a Trump supporter for 40 minutes. He wasn’t even the intended recipient of the call. He talked at me for almost the entire duration. At one point he thought I’d hung up on him. “Are you there?! Please don’t hang up on me. Oooh... no...Have you hung up on me?!” He sounded genuinely dismayed. “No,” I replied. “I’m right here. And I’m fascinated, I am hanging on your every word.” Some volunteer callers in front of me turned around to look at me. It was true. I was straining to hear as the line wasn’t great and there was so much information flooding out of him so quickly. And I wanted to hear him. To truly listen. He told me the #metoo movement had ruined everything. That women with all their curves were gorgeous. And that if they put on lipstick and false eyelashes and get boob jobs and wear provocative clothing that they were basically asking for it. And that he wouldn’t respect a female president. That women’s studies was a waste of time. That communism meant you couldn’t buy the glove size you need. That women should stay at home and do the noble job of raising kids. That someone wants to paint the Kremlin pink. That something was important to him about women meeting foreign dictators with the right skirt length and needing a seamstress; I’m not certain as, again, the line wasn’t very clear. That he has grown daughters -one of whom was the intended recipient of the call- one who must have voted blue in the past ten years. He shared that he was in the army in his youth. I thanked him for his service. That surprised him. He stopped talking for a beat. He took a breath. I asked him about his daughters. How he thought it was for them living in this current culture. “It’s hard,” he conceded. “ It’s bad that one lady got raped but there are women who go to Drs five years later because they are rich and take their money...and there are men contd 1/

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Caption : I was better at phone banking than I was at taking selfies. It was a profound experience talking to people in California, hearing their stories. Advocating for the politician I believe is most prepared for this fight. Everyone I spoke to is taking their vote so seriously; womever they are voting for. I listened to a Trump supporter for 40 minutes. He wasn’t even the intended recipient of the call. He talked at me for almost the entire duration. At one point he thought I’d hung up on him. “Are you there?! Please don’t hang up on me. Oooh… no…Have you hung up on me?!” He sounded genuinely dismayed. “No,” I replied. “I’m right here. And I’m fascinated, I am hanging on your every word.” Some volunteer callers in front of me turned around to look at me. It was true. I was straining to hear as the line wasn’t great and there was so much information flooding out of him so quickly. And I wanted to hear him. To truly listen. He told me the #metoo movement had ruined everything. That women with all their curves were gorgeous. And that if they put on lipstick and false eyelashes and get boob jobs and wear provocative clothing that they were basically asking for it. And that he wouldn’t respect a female president. That women’s studies was a waste of time. That communism meant you couldn’t buy the glove size you need. That women should stay at home and do the noble job of raising kids. That someone wants to paint the Kremlin pink. That something was important to him about women meeting foreign dictators with the right skirt length and needing a seamstress; I’m not certain as, again, the line wasn’t very clear. That he has grown daughters -one of whom was the intended recipient of the call- one who must have voted blue in the past ten years. He shared that he was in the army in his youth. I thanked him for his service. That surprised him. He stopped talking for a beat. He took a breath. I asked him about his daughters. How he thought it was for them living in this current culture. “It’s hard,” he conceded. “ It’s bad that one lady got raped but there are women who go to Drs five years later because they are rich and take their money…and there are men contd 1/
Likes : 2267Claudia Black - 2.1K Likes - I present to you Madonna Mercury. A little Live Aid, a little Ray of Light, a lot fierce. She marched for her family in four inch Jimmy Choos (most of the way) and has ten blisters and many grateful love-filled memories to show for it. Thank you #loveisgreat for your sterling hospitality. Thank you #lapride for the strength we can experience together whilst in our truth and vulnerability. Thank you to loving, open-hearted and open-minded communities who make coming out a thing of true beauty and boundless celebration. I appreciate how rare that is. Our work as a human race is to make that the norm. Life is hard. Living in one’s truth, harder. I love everyone in the world who is risking and supporting that. And everyone trying to find their way to it. Whatever that is for you and yours. Madonna Mercury salutes you and all your courageous endeavors. Lets live and love boldly and radically. Together.

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Caption : I present to you Madonna Mercury. A little Live Aid, a little Ray of Light, a lot fierce. She marched for her family in four inch Jimmy Choos (most of the way) and has ten blisters and many grateful love-filled memories to show for it. Thank you #loveisgreat for your sterling hospitality. Thank you #lapride for the strength we can experience together whilst in our truth and vulnerability. Thank you to loving, open-hearted and open-minded communities who make coming out a thing of true beauty and boundless celebration. I appreciate how rare that is. Our work as a human race is to make that the norm. Life is hard. Living in one’s truth, harder. I love everyone in the world who is risking and supporting that. And everyone trying to find their way to it. Whatever that is for you and yours. Madonna Mercury salutes you and all your courageous endeavors. Lets live and love boldly and radically. Together.
Likes : 2114Claudia Black - 2.1K Likes - I present to you Madonna Mercury. A little Live Aid, a little Ray of Light, a lot fierce. She marched for her family in four inch Jimmy Choos (most of the way) and has ten blisters and many grateful love-filled memories to show for it. Thank you #loveisgreat for your sterling hospitality. Thank you #lapride for the strength we can experience together whilst in our truth and vulnerability. Thank you to loving, open-hearted and open-minded communities who make coming out a thing of true beauty and boundless celebration. I appreciate how rare that is. Our work as a human race is to make that the norm. Life is hard. Living in one’s truth, harder. I love everyone in the world who is risking and supporting that. And everyone trying to find their way to it. Whatever that is for you and yours. Madonna Mercury salutes you and all your courageous endeavors. Lets live and love boldly and radically. Together.

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Caption : I present to you Madonna Mercury. A little Live Aid, a little Ray of Light, a lot fierce. She marched for her family in four inch Jimmy Choos (most of the way) and has ten blisters and many grateful love-filled memories to show for it. Thank you #loveisgreat for your sterling hospitality. Thank you #lapride for the strength we can experience together whilst in our truth and vulnerability. Thank you to loving, open-hearted and open-minded communities who make coming out a thing of true beauty and boundless celebration. I appreciate how rare that is. Our work as a human race is to make that the norm. Life is hard. Living in one’s truth, harder. I love everyone in the world who is risking and supporting that. And everyone trying to find their way to it. Whatever that is for you and yours. Madonna Mercury salutes you and all your courageous endeavors. Lets live and love boldly and radically. Together.
Likes : 2114Claudia Black - 2.1K Likes - I present to you Madonna Mercury. A little Live Aid, a little Ray of Light, a lot fierce. She marched for her family in four inch Jimmy Choos (most of the way) and has ten blisters and many grateful love-filled memories to show for it. Thank you #loveisgreat for your sterling hospitality. Thank you #lapride for the strength we can experience together whilst in our truth and vulnerability. Thank you to loving, open-hearted and open-minded communities who make coming out a thing of true beauty and boundless celebration. I appreciate how rare that is. Our work as a human race is to make that the norm. Life is hard. Living in one’s truth, harder. I love everyone in the world who is risking and supporting that. And everyone trying to find their way to it. Whatever that is for you and yours. Madonna Mercury salutes you and all your courageous endeavors. Lets live and love boldly and radically. Together.

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Caption : I present to you Madonna Mercury. A little Live Aid, a little Ray of Light, a lot fierce. She marched for her family in four inch Jimmy Choos (most of the way) and has ten blisters and many grateful love-filled memories to show for it. Thank you #loveisgreat for your sterling hospitality. Thank you #lapride for the strength we can experience together whilst in our truth and vulnerability. Thank you to loving, open-hearted and open-minded communities who make coming out a thing of true beauty and boundless celebration. I appreciate how rare that is. Our work as a human race is to make that the norm. Life is hard. Living in one’s truth, harder. I love everyone in the world who is risking and supporting that. And everyone trying to find their way to it. Whatever that is for you and yours. Madonna Mercury salutes you and all your courageous endeavors. Lets live and love boldly and radically. Together.
Likes : 2114Claudia Black - 2.1K Likes - A privilege to talk about Chloe today with Rolling stone!

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Caption : A privilege to talk about Chloe today with Rolling stone!
Likes : 2078Claudia Black - 2K Likes - Found my tribe! Love a good family reunion @cwroswellnm @cadlymack #cw

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Caption : Found my tribe! Love a good family reunion @cwroswellnm @cadlymack #cw
Likes : 2045Claudia Black - 2K Likes - #gameawards2017

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Caption : #gameawards2017
Likes : 1973Claudia Black - 1.9K Likes - My 13 year old had a skate boarding mishap mid Ollie tonight. He has such a great sense of humour. He posed for this photo with a smile on his face and I cannot stop laughing every time I look at it. I don’t know why the unexpected toe cracks me up so much. Luckily the mad dash right as I was serving dinner was made to the Vans store before closing, not the ER. (Been there done that at dinner time for closing gaping chins and knees) This time he needed something without gaping holes on his feet for school tomorrow. Hopefully this pair lasts or @vans it’ll be our last. Now to wash the dye off my hands. My 11 year old wanted pink hair for first day back at school tomorrow. Popped him off to bed with a shower cap on. “ I look like a lunch lady,” he grinned. More laughter. Thank the heavens my kids aren’t dullards. #singlemumlife

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Caption : My 13 year old had a skate boarding mishap mid Ollie tonight. He has such a great sense of humour. He posed for this photo with a smile on his face and I cannot stop laughing every time I look at it. I don’t know why the unexpected toe cracks me up so much. Luckily the mad dash right as I was serving dinner was made to the Vans store before closing, not the ER. (Been there done that at dinner time for closing gaping chins and knees) This time he needed something without gaping holes on his feet for school tomorrow. Hopefully this pair lasts or @vans it’ll be our last. Now to wash the dye off my hands. My 11 year old wanted pink hair for first day back at school tomorrow. Popped him off to bed with a shower cap on. “ I look like a lunch lady,” he grinned. More laughter. Thank the heavens my kids aren’t dullards. #singlemumlife
Likes : 1949Claudia Black - 1.9K Likes - When you’ve had a really long day and your heart is heavy there’s always this little crazy one. Halloumi. Yes, we named her after a grilling cheese because it’s one of our favorite things. And if you’ve never heard of the cheese it sounds like a Hawaiian princess’ name. And she is regal and stubborn and batshit crazy and chatty. Super vocal. She sounds like Jimmy Stewart when she tells me about her day. Or when she wants me to play and give her attention. She’s well travelled. She’s super friendly. Has a ton of energy. Runs like lightening. And has no sense of boundaries. She has five hundred nicknames; cheesy biscuits and hairy cheese to name a few. If this were a dating profile she’d be very, very single.

1.9K Likes – Claudia Black Instagram

Caption : When you’ve had a really long day and your heart is heavy there’s always this little crazy one. Halloumi. Yes, we named her after a grilling cheese because it’s one of our favorite things. And if you’ve never heard of the cheese it sounds like a Hawaiian princess’ name. And she is regal and stubborn and batshit crazy and chatty. Super vocal. She sounds like Jimmy Stewart when she tells me about her day. Or when she wants me to play and give her attention. She’s well travelled. She’s super friendly. Has a ton of energy. Runs like lightening. And has no sense of boundaries. She has five hundred nicknames; cheesy biscuits and hairy cheese to name a few. If this were a dating profile she’d be very, very single.
Likes : 1928Claudia Black - 1.9K Likes - #climatestrike #climatechange #mothernature and so we march and call and write and cause #goodtrouble

1.9K Likes – Claudia Black Instagram

Caption : #climatestrike #climatechange #mothernature and so we march and call and write and cause #goodtrouble
Likes : 1886Claudia Black - 1.9K Likes - #climatestrike #climatechange #mothernature and so we march and call and write and cause #goodtrouble

1.9K Likes – Claudia Black Instagram

Caption : #climatestrike #climatechange #mothernature and so we march and call and write and cause #goodtrouble
Likes : 1886Claudia Black - 1.9K Likes - #climatestrike #climatechange #mothernature and so we march and call and write and cause #goodtrouble

1.9K Likes – Claudia Black Instagram

Caption : #climatestrike #climatechange #mothernature and so we march and call and write and cause #goodtrouble
Likes : 1886Claudia Black - 1.9K Likes - #climatestrike #climatechange #mothernature and so we march and call and write and cause #goodtrouble

1.9K Likes – Claudia Black Instagram

Caption : #climatestrike #climatechange #mothernature and so we march and call and write and cause #goodtrouble
Likes : 1886Claudia Black - 1.8K Likes - Dear ones, I am only interested in efficacy; things that work. I was dumped in the deep end as a single mum trying to function for them whilst healing my ever-expanding ptsd. Some of these tools worked immediately to create shifts and give me space. Some of them took time. The layers of trauma can be deep and the process is often non-linear. While I will not be coaching you one on one I can answer questions about the tools themselves and refer you on to organisations and resources where possible. Take what works. Ignore the rest. And I’ll start posting sometime this week when I’m done with my 18-20 hr days ( worry not lots of self care shall be in the mix) #traumainformed #trauma #traumahealing #tools #stressmanagement #stressrelief #somaticexperiencing #shamanichealing #shamanicmechanic #traumaandcreativity #traumacoach #traumacoaching #traumacoachingtools

1.8K Likes – Claudia Black Instagram

Caption : Dear ones, I am only interested in efficacy; things that work. I was dumped in the deep end as a single mum trying to function for them whilst healing my ever-expanding ptsd. Some of these tools worked immediately to create shifts and give me space. Some of them took time. The layers of trauma can be deep and the process is often non-linear. While I will not be coaching you one on one I can answer questions about the tools themselves and refer you on to organisations and resources where possible. Take what works. Ignore the rest. And I’ll start posting sometime this week when I’m done with my 18-20 hr days ( worry not lots of self care shall be in the mix) #traumainformed #trauma #traumahealing #tools #stressmanagement #stressrelief #somaticexperiencing #shamanichealing #shamanicmechanic #traumaandcreativity #traumacoach #traumacoaching #traumacoachingtools
Likes : 1823Claudia Black - 1.8K Likes - Dear ones, I am only interested in efficacy; things that work. I was dumped in the deep end as a single mum trying to function for them whilst healing my ever-expanding ptsd. Some of these tools worked immediately to create shifts and give me space. Some of them took time. The layers of trauma can be deep and the process is often non-linear. While I will not be coaching you one on one I can answer questions about the tools themselves and refer you on to organisations and resources where possible. Take what works. Ignore the rest. And I’ll start posting sometime this week when I’m done with my 18-20 hr days ( worry not lots of self care shall be in the mix) #traumainformed #trauma #traumahealing #tools #stressmanagement #stressrelief #somaticexperiencing #shamanichealing #shamanicmechanic #traumaandcreativity #traumacoach #traumacoaching #traumacoachingtools

1.8K Likes – Claudia Black Instagram

Caption : Dear ones, I am only interested in efficacy; things that work. I was dumped in the deep end as a single mum trying to function for them whilst healing my ever-expanding ptsd. Some of these tools worked immediately to create shifts and give me space. Some of them took time. The layers of trauma can be deep and the process is often non-linear. While I will not be coaching you one on one I can answer questions about the tools themselves and refer you on to organisations and resources where possible. Take what works. Ignore the rest. And I’ll start posting sometime this week when I’m done with my 18-20 hr days ( worry not lots of self care shall be in the mix) #traumainformed #trauma #traumahealing #tools #stressmanagement #stressrelief #somaticexperiencing #shamanichealing #shamanicmechanic #traumaandcreativity #traumacoach #traumacoaching #traumacoachingtools
Likes : 1823Claudia Black - 1.8K Likes - Dear ones, I am only interested in efficacy; things that work. I was dumped in the deep end as a single mum trying to function for them whilst healing my ever-expanding ptsd. Some of these tools worked immediately to create shifts and give me space. Some of them took time. The layers of trauma can be deep and the process is often non-linear. While I will not be coaching you one on one I can answer questions about the tools themselves and refer you on to organisations and resources where possible. Take what works. Ignore the rest. And I’ll start posting sometime this week when I’m done with my 18-20 hr days ( worry not lots of self care shall be in the mix) #traumainformed #trauma #traumahealing #tools #stressmanagement #stressrelief #somaticexperiencing #shamanichealing #shamanicmechanic #traumaandcreativity #traumacoach #traumacoaching #traumacoachingtools

1.8K Likes – Claudia Black Instagram

Caption : Dear ones, I am only interested in efficacy; things that work. I was dumped in the deep end as a single mum trying to function for them whilst healing my ever-expanding ptsd. Some of these tools worked immediately to create shifts and give me space. Some of them took time. The layers of trauma can be deep and the process is often non-linear. While I will not be coaching you one on one I can answer questions about the tools themselves and refer you on to organisations and resources where possible. Take what works. Ignore the rest. And I’ll start posting sometime this week when I’m done with my 18-20 hr days ( worry not lots of self care shall be in the mix) #traumainformed #trauma #traumahealing #tools #stressmanagement #stressrelief #somaticexperiencing #shamanichealing #shamanicmechanic #traumaandcreativity #traumacoach #traumacoaching #traumacoachingtools
Likes : 1823Claudia Black - 1.8K Likes - Dear ones, I am only interested in efficacy; things that work. I was dumped in the deep end as a single mum trying to function for them whilst healing my ever-expanding ptsd. Some of these tools worked immediately to create shifts and give me space. Some of them took time. The layers of trauma can be deep and the process is often non-linear. While I will not be coaching you one on one I can answer questions about the tools themselves and refer you on to organisations and resources where possible. Take what works. Ignore the rest. And I’ll start posting sometime this week when I’m done with my 18-20 hr days ( worry not lots of self care shall be in the mix) #traumainformed #trauma #traumahealing #tools #stressmanagement #stressrelief #somaticexperiencing #shamanichealing #shamanicmechanic #traumaandcreativity #traumacoach #traumacoaching #traumacoachingtools

1.8K Likes – Claudia Black Instagram

Caption : Dear ones, I am only interested in efficacy; things that work. I was dumped in the deep end as a single mum trying to function for them whilst healing my ever-expanding ptsd. Some of these tools worked immediately to create shifts and give me space. Some of them took time. The layers of trauma can be deep and the process is often non-linear. While I will not be coaching you one on one I can answer questions about the tools themselves and refer you on to organisations and resources where possible. Take what works. Ignore the rest. And I’ll start posting sometime this week when I’m done with my 18-20 hr days ( worry not lots of self care shall be in the mix) #traumainformed #trauma #traumahealing #tools #stressmanagement #stressrelief #somaticexperiencing #shamanichealing #shamanicmechanic #traumaandcreativity #traumacoach #traumacoaching #traumacoachingtools
Likes : 1823Claudia Black - 1.8K Likes - Dear ones, I am only interested in efficacy; things that work. I was dumped in the deep end as a single mum trying to function for them whilst healing my ever-expanding ptsd. Some of these tools worked immediately to create shifts and give me space. Some of them took time. The layers of trauma can be deep and the process is often non-linear. While I will not be coaching you one on one I can answer questions about the tools themselves and refer you on to organisations and resources where possible. Take what works. Ignore the rest. And I’ll start posting sometime this week when I’m done with my 18-20 hr days ( worry not lots of self care shall be in the mix) #traumainformed #trauma #traumahealing #tools #stressmanagement #stressrelief #somaticexperiencing #shamanichealing #shamanicmechanic #traumaandcreativity #traumacoach #traumacoaching #traumacoachingtools

1.8K Likes – Claudia Black Instagram

Caption : Dear ones, I am only interested in efficacy; things that work. I was dumped in the deep end as a single mum trying to function for them whilst healing my ever-expanding ptsd. Some of these tools worked immediately to create shifts and give me space. Some of them took time. The layers of trauma can be deep and the process is often non-linear. While I will not be coaching you one on one I can answer questions about the tools themselves and refer you on to organisations and resources where possible. Take what works. Ignore the rest. And I’ll start posting sometime this week when I’m done with my 18-20 hr days ( worry not lots of self care shall be in the mix) #traumainformed #trauma #traumahealing #tools #stressmanagement #stressrelief #somaticexperiencing #shamanichealing #shamanicmechanic #traumaandcreativity #traumacoach #traumacoaching #traumacoachingtools
Likes : 1823Claudia Black - 1.8K Likes - Dear ones, I am only interested in efficacy; things that work. I was dumped in the deep end as a single mum trying to function for them whilst healing my ever-expanding ptsd. Some of these tools worked immediately to create shifts and give me space. Some of them took time. The layers of trauma can be deep and the process is often non-linear. While I will not be coaching you one on one I can answer questions about the tools themselves and refer you on to organisations and resources where possible. Take what works. Ignore the rest. And I’ll start posting sometime this week when I’m done with my 18-20 hr days ( worry not lots of self care shall be in the mix) #traumainformed #trauma #traumahealing #tools #stressmanagement #stressrelief #somaticexperiencing #shamanichealing #shamanicmechanic #traumaandcreativity #traumacoach #traumacoaching #traumacoachingtools

1.8K Likes – Claudia Black Instagram

Caption : Dear ones, I am only interested in efficacy; things that work. I was dumped in the deep end as a single mum trying to function for them whilst healing my ever-expanding ptsd. Some of these tools worked immediately to create shifts and give me space. Some of them took time. The layers of trauma can be deep and the process is often non-linear. While I will not be coaching you one on one I can answer questions about the tools themselves and refer you on to organisations and resources where possible. Take what works. Ignore the rest. And I’ll start posting sometime this week when I’m done with my 18-20 hr days ( worry not lots of self care shall be in the mix) #traumainformed #trauma #traumahealing #tools #stressmanagement #stressrelief #somaticexperiencing #shamanichealing #shamanicmechanic #traumaandcreativity #traumacoach #traumacoaching #traumacoachingtools
Likes : 1823Claudia Black - 1.8K Likes - Caveat emptor aka #buyerbeware hey @pipidressofficial when are you going to return my emails? You made me wait a month, sent me half the order, and half of what you DID send is utter rubbish. The blue and green dresses you see me elegantly modeling for you here are size small. REALLY?! Hey @instagram thought you’d like to know that this company comes up often as a sponsored link in my instagram feed. Not sure how it got there though one day I decided to give it a go. Zero customer service and bordering on total scam. Looking forward to you dealing with your sponsors and getting back to me with some customer support. And anyone else? Danger will Robinson! Abort mission to buy from this company until further notice.

1.8K Likes – Claudia Black Instagram

Caption : Caveat emptor aka #buyerbeware hey @pipidressofficial when are you going to return my emails? You made me wait a month, sent me half the order, and half of what you DID send is utter rubbish. The blue and green dresses you see me elegantly modeling for you here are size small. REALLY?! Hey @instagram thought you’d like to know that this company comes up often as a sponsored link in my instagram feed. Not sure how it got there though one day I decided to give it a go. Zero customer service and bordering on total scam. Looking forward to you dealing with your sponsors and getting back to me with some customer support. And anyone else? Danger will Robinson! Abort mission to buy from this company until further notice.
Likes : 1807Claudia Black - 1.8K Likes - Caveat emptor aka #buyerbeware hey @pipidressofficial when are you going to return my emails? You made me wait a month, sent me half the order, and half of what you DID send is utter rubbish. The blue and green dresses you see me elegantly modeling for you here are size small. REALLY?! Hey @instagram thought you’d like to know that this company comes up often as a sponsored link in my instagram feed. Not sure how it got there though one day I decided to give it a go. Zero customer service and bordering on total scam. Looking forward to you dealing with your sponsors and getting back to me with some customer support. And anyone else? Danger will Robinson! Abort mission to buy from this company until further notice.

1.8K Likes – Claudia Black Instagram

Caption : Caveat emptor aka #buyerbeware hey @pipidressofficial when are you going to return my emails? You made me wait a month, sent me half the order, and half of what you DID send is utter rubbish. The blue and green dresses you see me elegantly modeling for you here are size small. REALLY?! Hey @instagram thought you’d like to know that this company comes up often as a sponsored link in my instagram feed. Not sure how it got there though one day I decided to give it a go. Zero customer service and bordering on total scam. Looking forward to you dealing with your sponsors and getting back to me with some customer support. And anyone else? Danger will Robinson! Abort mission to buy from this company until further notice.
Likes : 1807Claudia Black - 1.8K Likes - Caveat emptor aka #buyerbeware hey @pipidressofficial when are you going to return my emails? You made me wait a month, sent me half the order, and half of what you DID send is utter rubbish. The blue and green dresses you see me elegantly modeling for you here are size small. REALLY?! Hey @instagram thought you’d like to know that this company comes up often as a sponsored link in my instagram feed. Not sure how it got there though one day I decided to give it a go. Zero customer service and bordering on total scam. Looking forward to you dealing with your sponsors and getting back to me with some customer support. And anyone else? Danger will Robinson! Abort mission to buy from this company until further notice.

1.8K Likes – Claudia Black Instagram

Caption : Caveat emptor aka #buyerbeware hey @pipidressofficial when are you going to return my emails? You made me wait a month, sent me half the order, and half of what you DID send is utter rubbish. The blue and green dresses you see me elegantly modeling for you here are size small. REALLY?! Hey @instagram thought you’d like to know that this company comes up often as a sponsored link in my instagram feed. Not sure how it got there though one day I decided to give it a go. Zero customer service and bordering on total scam. Looking forward to you dealing with your sponsors and getting back to me with some customer support. And anyone else? Danger will Robinson! Abort mission to buy from this company until further notice.
Likes : 1807Claudia Black - 1.8K Likes - Caveat emptor aka #buyerbeware hey @pipidressofficial when are you going to return my emails? You made me wait a month, sent me half the order, and half of what you DID send is utter rubbish. The blue and green dresses you see me elegantly modeling for you here are size small. REALLY?! Hey @instagram thought you’d like to know that this company comes up often as a sponsored link in my instagram feed. Not sure how it got there though one day I decided to give it a go. Zero customer service and bordering on total scam. Looking forward to you dealing with your sponsors and getting back to me with some customer support. And anyone else? Danger will Robinson! Abort mission to buy from this company until further notice.

1.8K Likes – Claudia Black Instagram

Caption : Caveat emptor aka #buyerbeware hey @pipidressofficial when are you going to return my emails? You made me wait a month, sent me half the order, and half of what you DID send is utter rubbish. The blue and green dresses you see me elegantly modeling for you here are size small. REALLY?! Hey @instagram thought you’d like to know that this company comes up often as a sponsored link in my instagram feed. Not sure how it got there though one day I decided to give it a go. Zero customer service and bordering on total scam. Looking forward to you dealing with your sponsors and getting back to me with some customer support. And anyone else? Danger will Robinson! Abort mission to buy from this company until further notice.
Likes : 1807Claudia Black - 1.8K Likes - Caveat emptor aka #buyerbeware hey @pipidressofficial when are you going to return my emails? You made me wait a month, sent me half the order, and half of what you DID send is utter rubbish. The blue and green dresses you see me elegantly modeling for you here are size small. REALLY?! Hey @instagram thought you’d like to know that this company comes up often as a sponsored link in my instagram feed. Not sure how it got there though one day I decided to give it a go. Zero customer service and bordering on total scam. Looking forward to you dealing with your sponsors and getting back to me with some customer support. And anyone else? Danger will Robinson! Abort mission to buy from this company until further notice.

1.8K Likes – Claudia Black Instagram

Caption : Caveat emptor aka #buyerbeware hey @pipidressofficial when are you going to return my emails? You made me wait a month, sent me half the order, and half of what you DID send is utter rubbish. The blue and green dresses you see me elegantly modeling for you here are size small. REALLY?! Hey @instagram thought you’d like to know that this company comes up often as a sponsored link in my instagram feed. Not sure how it got there though one day I decided to give it a go. Zero customer service and bordering on total scam. Looking forward to you dealing with your sponsors and getting back to me with some customer support. And anyone else? Danger will Robinson! Abort mission to buy from this company until further notice.
Likes : 1807Claudia Black - 1.8K Likes - Caveat emptor aka #buyerbeware hey @pipidressofficial when are you going to return my emails? You made me wait a month, sent me half the order, and half of what you DID send is utter rubbish. The blue and green dresses you see me elegantly modeling for you here are size small. REALLY?! Hey @instagram thought you’d like to know that this company comes up often as a sponsored link in my instagram feed. Not sure how it got there though one day I decided to give it a go. Zero customer service and bordering on total scam. Looking forward to you dealing with your sponsors and getting back to me with some customer support. And anyone else? Danger will Robinson! Abort mission to buy from this company until further notice.

1.8K Likes – Claudia Black Instagram

Caption : Caveat emptor aka #buyerbeware hey @pipidressofficial when are you going to return my emails? You made me wait a month, sent me half the order, and half of what you DID send is utter rubbish. The blue and green dresses you see me elegantly modeling for you here are size small. REALLY?! Hey @instagram thought you’d like to know that this company comes up often as a sponsored link in my instagram feed. Not sure how it got there though one day I decided to give it a go. Zero customer service and bordering on total scam. Looking forward to you dealing with your sponsors and getting back to me with some customer support. And anyone else? Danger will Robinson! Abort mission to buy from this company until further notice.
Likes : 1807Claudia Black - 1.8K Likes - Caveat emptor aka #buyerbeware hey @pipidressofficial when are you going to return my emails? You made me wait a month, sent me half the order, and half of what you DID send is utter rubbish. The blue and green dresses you see me elegantly modeling for you here are size small. REALLY?! Hey @instagram thought you’d like to know that this company comes up often as a sponsored link in my instagram feed. Not sure how it got there though one day I decided to give it a go. Zero customer service and bordering on total scam. Looking forward to you dealing with your sponsors and getting back to me with some customer support. And anyone else? Danger will Robinson! Abort mission to buy from this company until further notice.

1.8K Likes – Claudia Black Instagram

Caption : Caveat emptor aka #buyerbeware hey @pipidressofficial when are you going to return my emails? You made me wait a month, sent me half the order, and half of what you DID send is utter rubbish. The blue and green dresses you see me elegantly modeling for you here are size small. REALLY?! Hey @instagram thought you’d like to know that this company comes up often as a sponsored link in my instagram feed. Not sure how it got there though one day I decided to give it a go. Zero customer service and bordering on total scam. Looking forward to you dealing with your sponsors and getting back to me with some customer support. And anyone else? Danger will Robinson! Abort mission to buy from this company until further notice.
Likes : 1807Claudia Black - 1.8K Likes - John King Books #Detroit #locations thank you Detroit that was fun!

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Caption : John King Books #Detroit #locations thank you Detroit that was fun!
Likes : 1791Claudia Black - 1.7K Likes - I admit to maybe taking this while I was driving. Maybe. #nofilter

1.7K Likes – Claudia Black Instagram

Caption : I admit to maybe taking this while I was driving. Maybe. #nofilter
Likes : 1723Claudia Black - 1.7K Likes - #nofilter I had to travel for a thrice-postponed wedding during a peak wave of Covid. It was as exhilarating to be out in the world as it was frightening to tempt La Rona. She found me. And I had the absurd privilege of recuperating in a foreign place surrounded by deep natural and historic beauty. And the thing I breathed into every cell of me best I could as a recovery plan, were the colours in these faraway places. The blue of this sky on our little nightly walks (once we tested negative) will be part of me forever.

1.7K Likes – Claudia Black Instagram

Caption : #nofilter I had to travel for a thrice-postponed wedding during a peak wave of Covid. It was as exhilarating to be out in the world as it was frightening to tempt La Rona. She found me. And I had the absurd privilege of recuperating in a foreign place surrounded by deep natural and historic beauty. And the thing I breathed into every cell of me best I could as a recovery plan, were the colours in these faraway places. The blue of this sky on our little nightly walks (once we tested negative) will be part of me forever.
Likes : 1664Claudia Black - 1.6K Likes - #shambles

1.6K Likes – Claudia Black Instagram

Caption : #shambles
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