What do I love about Los Angeles? I love that it's all about the hustle! I love that people with amazing, creative ideas (and inevitably some less amazing, less creative ideas... but that's how creativity WORKS! We keep throwing pasta until we see what sticks!) are casting out their own golden webs ALL THE TIME. So here I go, jumping into the pool... Sort of. This is a teaser trailer for a boutique fitness service I'm going to offer the city of angels. Personal trainer Evy Wallace at your service! Coming soon!
I am sorry, down in my deepest heart, to the sweet mamas and daddys whose babies’ lives were ended too soon. I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry. And I love you.
June 12, 2018 UPDATE: There was a comment left then deleted on Youtube about the above video. In essence, it accused me of being an attention-seeking crazy lady who needed professional psychiatric help and who was doing nothing to actually help the families whose little boys died. While I don't feel compelled to respond to every bit of online shade thrown in my direction, and while I respect the author for deleting his comment, I would also like to say:
I have delivered a consistent message across circumstances: we are ALL ONE. In times of celebration and in times of tragedy we are all one. I felt compelled to record a Big Talk session in response to a heartfelt loss in a tight knit community. If watching this Big Talk session doesn't serve you, I will repeat my consistent and underlying disclaimer: watch if you want to, don't if you don't. I offer this vlog to help my own spiritual process and to help anyone who cares to join. This message is always an invitation, never an imposition.
Go ahead! Find a person to sit with for one short minute. Look into their eyes and don’t look away. Hold their hands gently and don’t let go. Maybe even film it and share with the rest of us if you wanna! I can all but guarantee some awesomeness will ensue. Human to human connection (or maybe ANY creature to creature connection!) is what it’s all about #oneminutechallenge #villagepower
I love my body. Do you love yours? You can! You just... love it. As is.
In regards to the shooting of Stephon Clark, a 22-year-old father of two, in his own back yard by police officers in Sacramento, California:
Yes there are many sides to a story. Yes police officers have a difficult job. Yes 'death' is merely the death of the body, and a there is a LONG and thoughtful conversation to be had on THAT... But today, can we just agree that all lives matter... and that saying 'all lives matter' is such an obvious OBVIOUS NO BRAINER TRUTH that it seems almost crazy to warrant saying. Of COURSE all lives matter.
Black Lives Matter is NOT saying black lives matter MORE. It's saying black lives ARE human lives. It's saying black lives matter NOT LESS than other lives. Black Lives Matter is saying that when particular human lives (wrapped in more heavily pigmented skin than mine, for example) are being ended with such a frequency and regularity that it stands to reason that the amount of said pigment is playing a primary role in these most sacred of robberies, these robberies of LIFE... it's saying that THAT AIN'T RIGHT!!! Can we agree it's NOT okay to end the life of another unless under SEVERE and IMMINENT and UNEQUIVOCAL danger, i.e. true self-defense? Can we agree that black lives are being violently ended at the hands white cops at an UNREASONABLY HIGH RATE?
Can we also agree that it's okay for any human to empathize with the unnecessary suffering of another, and that this empathy is not an attempt to own a pain that is not directly that of the empathizer's? I am white. I am blogging about Black Lives Matter. My claim is not that I understand what it's like to be black. My claim is that as a human being, I am spiritually appalled and morally nauseated to know that we humans are treating each other as anything other than an extended village. (Flesh of my flesh and all! It's for REAL.) My claim is that I do not suffer as a black person, but as a human person capable of empathy and hoping to play whatever role I can as a white girl (because that's the package I got!) to SPREAD empathy, compassion, joy, connectedness, and all that GOOD stuff. Whew. There. Evy out. Peace be with you.
I have never seen myself perform this move until filming this. I am blown away at the marvel that is the human body! What a MIRACLE it is to be ALIVE, my friends. If it seems to you like I’m acting as someone on narcotics might, it’s because I AM high. I am VIBING HIGH on the MIRACLE that it is to HAVE LEGS! And a SPINE! And as always this BIG, BAD BRAIN! Gratitude makes miracles.
Maestro says, with a twinkle in his eye, “I don’t know why the LIVING ever complain about anything ever. You guys got BODIES!!”