S H A I N A
My name is Shaina.
I live + love
a tender heart,
+ (mostly) open eyes.
MY PROFESSIONAL BIO
I AM A renaissance babe
I believe there is exciting synergy in simultaneous (+ passionate) pursuits of physical, intellectual, spiritual, artistic domains. I'm in constant awe witnessing parallel career paths intertwine and enrich each other.
I recently left the classroom after 15 years of being an educator to explore, sail, study, and freelance in several capacities. I am a freelance photographer, writer, graphic designer, and social media consultant. I have worked as a photographer/writer in print and film, a producer and art director in television and documentary film production. I currently work with travel journalists, online zines, and social media outlets.
For the past 8 years I have enjoyed my career as a professional deejay, opening and playing alongside artists like Stephen Marley, the Wailers, and Major Lazer. I specialize in Reggae, Soul, Hip Hop and Tropical House.
My music has bled seamlessly into my yoga profession, and I spin at yoga events, retreats, and offer specific workshops at the intersection of the genres.
MY REAL BIO
Like (probably?) everyone, I am a yin yang of forces that are very disorienting. And, when I own them, sparkling, golden, beautiful.
I crave lemony green ginger juice. It makes me feel alive. Cinnamon toast with lots of butter is my heroin. I profoundly enjoy (and feel deep shame about) perfectly toasted, glittering-with-sugar, or glistening-with-honey, super buttery cinnamon toast.
I am often astonished at my overflowing compassion and my self-centered ambitions.
As a little girl I felt at home hiking in the Colorado Rocky Mountains and I drifted away at night reminiscing about my mermaid life at sea.
I own my fierce independence. I am a righteous babe. I am able, confident, and all five feet of me loves of loading all ten feet of my paddle board on my little mini car. All by myself. I am terrified that I will end up alone. A small push, and feel totally insecure. And, all of 100% me misses my last love. Deeply.
There are few things I enjoy more than minimalist camping, cut up shins after mountain-biking, public transportation, walking barefoot down dirt roads, cheap Mexican food, and large thrift stores. Except maybe fresh, lavender-scented, high-thread-count pillowcases, in a beautifully wallpapered boutique hotel, after a hand-crafted pomelo sage cocktail. With large ice cubes.
I am extremely loving, safe, forgiving, and compassionate with almost everyone I know. I try hard to love on myself.
I love close community, I love my tight, loving family, I cherish rich roots, a sense of belonging, the familiarity of a place and its plants after years of friendship, seeing faces I know around the next corner, and stable love. I long to get lost in the world, stargaze from another hemisphere, board the wrong train and end up at the perfect trailhead. I yearn to voyage, untethered, chosen by unknown adventures, swallowed whole by Life. I want to run with eyes wide open, choose from grocery labels in languages I can't read, with radical freedom, surprised, stoked, at home in myself, lost at sea.