Hope Elliott (she/her)

I reach for a balance between movement and stillness. I’ve always found my tempo in Music. Dance. Singing. Writing. These are ways in which I have historically embodied my internal rhythm. As I’ve aged mindful presence has taught me the practice of being still. Breath. Sitting. Being. Getting quiet enough in my body to receive insights that are ever-present. Ideally intentionally in nature yet often in small moments at the grocery store. I’m proud of maintaining my softness as strength which has been shaped by an inner knowing of interconnectedness and a practice of radical empathy. From that soil I’ve established the trust and participation of movement & mindfulness practitioners from around the world in varied bodies, life circumstances, age, creeds and abilities. I’m in awe and gratitude of those who have practiced with me in the spaces I’ve held. The spaces of reciprocity intended for us to be led back to the wisest, softest and most courageous versions of ourselves. Mothering Olive. Carrying her, birthing her and nursing her made way for the most powerful expansion of my life. Her joy, kindness, discernment, confidence, curiosity and self-assuredness take my breath away. It is my experience that to mother is to both remember wholeness and become whole through witnessing, uplifting, guiding, protecting, leading, teaching and honoring my daughter.