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Somatic healing for women in perimenopause and beyond. This is your space to rest, release, and reconnect. We are honored to be your partner-in-healing.

Whether you’re navigating perimenopause, seeking nervous system support, or simply craving compassionate bodywork—you’re welcome here. Tired of feeling stressed, burned out, achy, tense and disconnected from yourself? Experience relief, connection and renewal with Somatic Therapy. The somatic therapy modalities and specialties practiced at Hola Beloved include Bodywork & Massage Therapy, Yoga Therapy, Trauma Touch Therapy™ & Wise Woman Menopause Massage. You can stick to one modality or we may blend and integrate all modalities and their accompanying tools and techniques. Hablo Español. Bodywork • Touch • Massage • Embodiment • Movement • Mindset • Alchemy • Rest

03/12/2026

🌷 March’s Still, Us Community Circle 🌷

Each month, Still, Us brings caregivers, loved ones, professionals, and anyone walking alongside dementia into a space of reflection, learning, and connection.

Together, we explore what it means to live with brain change in ways that are more compassionate, present, and human.

🌿 March’s focus: Letting Us Attune

This month we explore the practice of attunement — the quiet art of listening deeply and meeting another person where they are.

When words become harder to find, connection doesn’t disappear. It simply asks us to listen differently.

Through presence, mirroring, and emotional awareness, we can begin to sense what another person may be feeling and respond with greater understanding.

Attunement reminds us that relationship is still possible — even when the ways we connect begin to change.

🕊️ Still, Us: A Monthly Community Circle

📅 Thursday, March 26

⏰ 2:30–4:00 PM

📍 Community Presbyterian Church, Pinehurst

All are welcome.

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02/28/2026

Grateful for my mother’s birth. Grateful for who she was. Grateful for the unconditional love. Grateful to be her daughter. Grateful for her guidance, even after death.  ✨   Mom taught me to care for others. To put myself in others’ shoes. To share. To be generous. To be considerate of others. To lend a hand. To love unconditionally.   I am who I am because of her...  Hola Beloved came to be because of her…

02/27/2026

Mom was a social butterfly.  She liked talking to people and she easily made friends everywhere she’d go. Everyone seemed to know her or of her in her town.   Ella saludaba a todos. She’d say hello to everyone she encountered and would encourage me to do the same. I preferred to hide behind her skirt. lol  One of my favorite memories:  We moved back to LA after living in “the valley” for a few months. I was starting a new school mid-year (2nd grade), so I was nervous about not having any friends.   We walked to the school bus stop and while waiting for the bus to arrive, mom started chatting with a lady. They were chatting like old friends! Her daughter and I just smiled at each other 😬   The bus arrived and the lady told her daughter to look out after me...   That’s the story of how mom got me my first best friend. Over thirty years later, she’s still one of my friend’s.  Gracias mami.  . . .

[Originally written February 2022]
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02/26/2026

A woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets. I remember sitting in the theater watching Titanic, when “old Rose” said this. I immediately thought of mom.  ➰  Mom had a rough childhood and a tough life.  Her father was killed when she was five.   As the oldest of seven, she didn’t really get to have a childhood.  In the romance department, I know that two of her partners were physically and mentally abusive.   ➰  Mom’s first-born, my brother, was taken from her by his dad and moved to another country. He was a toddler.   They did reunite at some point. But a lot of damage was done: to her, my brother, their relationship and our sibling/s relationship/s.  ➰  Early in her dementia mom would constantly ask, “ y el niño (where’s the boy)?”  I always assumed she was talking about her great grand-kid. But then one day I remembered and realized that she could’ve been talking about her son… her mind and heart returning to earlier life experiences…  . . .

[Originally written February 2022]
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02/25/2026

Mom was a seamstress. For much of my childhood, she worked in clothing factories.   Mom taught me how to sew, though she didn’t teach me how to use her sewing machine. She was afraid I’d sew my small fingers right off (she owned a Juki, one of those huge industrial sewing machines).  She’d often bring work home and I’d meticulously watch her sewing along for hours.  ➰  One day, I was home alone and decided to give her machine a try. I had been at it for a while when she came through the door. “¿Niña, qué estás haciendo (Little girl, what are you doing)?”, she exclaimed.  I proudly showed her my creation (more than likely something for my dolls). She allowed me to “play” with her machine after that.  ➰  Growing up with a seamstress, you learn a lot about the quality of fabric/ clothes.  Clothes shopping with her was both educational and frustrating 😂  I’d bring her something I liked; she’d feel the fabric, inspect the stitching and compare the price. “This is cheap fabric. Hmmm this stitching “está chueco” (is crooked). That’s too pricey for the quality. I can do something better”. She was rarely satisfied.  Learning about the quality of fabric/ clothing, at an early age. Transferred to learning and appreciating quality vs quantity... not just in clothing, but also applied to anything and everything in life.  Additionally, learning that the very clothes mom was sewing were being sold at stores, taught me to appreciate the people behind every item I buy [although I may not know them individually]. It also taught me about price markups, meager pay for work, fast fashion, clothing dumpsters/ landfills... (but those are topics for another day).  I know that holding an item in my hands, has been possible because of the many individual hands that have contributed to and are part of a long chain of humans that helped create, transport and sell it. This also applies to food, services, technology, construction of any kind, etc...  The world is so much connected than we like to think/ admit...  . . .

[Originally written February 2022]
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02/24/2026

Mom was generous, thoughtful and a care giver.  ➰  Growing up, most of our fam lived in New York, so we went there often during summer and for Christmas/ New Years.  I remember we would go x-mas shopping and she would buy gifts for every single kid (I have a lot of cousins- so that’s a lot of kids 😆). She’d also buy extra toys in case someone stopped by with their kids during our Christmas party. She didn’t like people to feel excluded.  Honestly as a kid I would get annoyed by this, because I would sometimes ask her for things/ toys and she’d say, “No hay dinero para eso (There’s no money for that)”. But there she was spending money on strangers.   But that was her. Always thinking of others, even when she didn’t have much to give.  ➰  Mom didn’t share much about her life in El Salvador, but she did share this story:  There was a lady in her town unable to care for her sick child (maybe she lacked finances/ resources, maybe she had many children to look after, maybe she didn’t know how to help her son get back to health, maybe a combination of all this, but who knows). The boy had pica (ate dirt) and was gravely ill.   The boy was left for dead and in desperation, the lady gave her son to my mother.  Mom said she took the kid to the doctor and she started feeding him more/ better food. The boy rejected food initially, but in time and with medicine, his health improved, “y se puso bien chapeadito (and color returned to his face).”  Unfortunately, the boy died. The pica was too strong and he returned to eating dirt.   . . .

[Originally written February 2022]
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02/23/2026

Mom didn’t get to attend school as a child. She learned through the school of life...   She learned math through selling candy; working for others and ensuring she got paid appropriately.  I don’t know if she learned any reading and writing growing up, but she would tell me that my dad helped her improve these skills. She was in her 30’s.   For many years, mom attended English as a Second Language (ESL) classes and during my summer school breaks, she would take me with her.  I LOVED going to school with mom!! I enjoyed our long morning walks to school. I enjoyed helping the adults practice their English. I enjoyed the multi-cultural environment. I enjoyed listening, talking and learning about everyone’s life, where they came from, and their struggles. My favorite was a Korean “girl”. She was 24, beautiful and she had the coolest pens!! lol She would practice speaking English with me and she would teach me writing in Korean ( I was just practicing the letters/characters, not really forming sentences— but it was so much fun, and I got to use her pens 🤪).  In the evenings, mom and I would sit at the dining table and we’d work on our homework. Mom and I shared a love for learning. I believe that because she was unable to attend school as a child, she valued education more than anyone... and she instilled the passion for learning in me. I knew I was privileged to attend school. It also helped that I would see her, diligently working on her own homework. She was leading by example.  When she stopped going to school. She started doing word search puzzles or she would read anything she got her hands on.   In fact, a sign that her brain was changing, was when she slowly started loosing desire to do any of those activities. Eventually, I would give her kids books... in time she would just hold them... finally, I’d read to her and/or point out to the illustrations...   . . .

[Originally written February 2022]
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02/22/2026

Some of my favorite memories with mom were on Sunday’s.   On Sunday’s we’d walk to church and after service we’d go shopping or, we’d go to “the valley” to visit our fam and hang out at the park.  ➰  Mom taught me to pray. To give gratitude. To have faith. To believe in Diosito (God).  ➰  I stopped going to church when I was 15-16 for various reasons. Out of concern, mom started inviting people over to come talk to “us”. I had a lot of questions. Interestingly, they were all from different faiths.  I remember my oldest sister telling me that God is not something you see... it’s something you feel. As a kid who got her feelings dismissed a lot, it was all I needed to hear, because I DID FEEL connected to a higher power. I just didn’t feel connected to any church.  ➰  When mom moved in with me, I started taking her to church— I knew it was important to her. I’d sit there and feel “young mistrusting Patty” popping up. But I certainly wasn’t the same person and this time around I had the language to describe my disconnection with churches and organized religion.   ➰  We compromised and we’d go to the park instead of church sometimes. For me, it was when I spent time in nature that I felt way more connected to God, Universe and my fellow men. Nature has inspired and taught me way more than any man on a lectern or pulpit.  Mom didn’t talk much, but I could see (and feel) a huge difference in her mood, demeanor and energy as well.  ➰  The day before mom died, the hospice’s chaplain zoomed in and prayed for her. She was transitioning and not fully aware, but I certainly believe that her Spirit knew…  . . .

[Originally written February 2022]
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02/21/2026

Each month, Still, Us gathers caregivers, loved ones, professionals, and anyone walking alongside dementia into a space of honesty, reflection, and connection.

This 8-month journey with Dr. Sullivan and special guests, gently guides us through different “lettings” — helping us live with brain change in ways that feel more human, grounded, and supported.

🌿 February’s focus: Letting In

After months of naming grief, releasing emotion, softening control, and allowing rest… this circle invites us to open.

Letting in support.
Letting in love.
Letting in wisdom from others who understand.

Caregiving can be isolating. The instinct is often to hold it all alone. February’s gathering is about breaking that isolation — about allowing ourselves to be supported and cared for, too.

You do not have to carry this journey by yourself.

🕊️ Still, Us: A Monthly Community Circle

📅 Thursday, February 26

⏰ 2:30–4:00 PM

📍 Community Presbyterian Church, Pinehurst

Come as you are.
There is room here for your tenderness, your questions, your strength — and your need to be held. 🤍

02/21/2026

Mom was in a car accident and it stopped her from getting behind the wheel.

Growing up, we didn’t have a car so we walked, took the metro and bus all over LA.   Some of my favorite memories consist of us walking together...   From second to fifth grade, she’d walk me to/from the school bus stop and we’d stop at Winchell’s for a “trenza (braided doughnut)”. 😋  We would walk all the way from Hobart to Vermont for my ballet lessons. We’d often stop at McDonalds on our way home because it was very late in the evening. She didn’t really like fast food, but as a typical American kid I enjoyed any opportunity to not eat “comida de casa (home-cooked meals)”.   We would take the bus downtown and tightly holding mom’s hand, we’d walk. I loved the hustle and bustle. Looking up and around at all the grownups, the world seemed so big and exciting. Mom was my guide and she always seemed to know where she was going.  I loved: going into Grand Central Market, walking by El Million Dollar, going to the huge Mexican farmacia, browsing through the tela/ fabric stores, eating at Clifton’s cafeteria, shopping at Santee Alley, and the swap meets on Alvarado, watching Folklorico dancers at La Placita Olvera…  ➰  When I joined the Navy she bought a van and started learning how to drive. She wanted to come visit me in San Diego [where I was stationed].  I came home one time and asked her how the driving was coming along. Honestly, I was so scared she’d get in an car accident. We hopped in the car and somehow ended up in Hollywood hills. If you don’t know, those hills are super steep and extremely narrow.   I was so proud of her! And I was scared. Night came and I had to drive us home. I wish I would’ve been more encouraging. She never got her license…  ➰  One of the questions she’d frequently ask early in her dementia was, “y la ven (where’s the van)?”…  . . .

[Originally written February 2022]
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