
Molly Caro May is a teacher, creator/facilitator of circles and the author of two acclaimed literary memoirs. For 15+ years, she has run workshops and retreats for people across the globe. She has coached many a storyteller for the stage. She is a Somatic Experiencing Practitioner and focuses on where language and the mammal body meet each other. Her mission is to meet this high-volume era face-to-face, democratize expression and explore, in good company, the healing alchemy between story and nervous system. She is at work on her third book. Facilitating is her song and she never tires of diving in with a group as she believes the only way through is 'alongside.'
From Molly: We are mammals of metaphor. My work is a vibrant combination or top-down story + bottom-up somatics. Workshops and retreats are where I flow and shine and sometimes swear. I lean back into an orchestration beyond me that brings us together. I am an unapologetic sensualist who lives my own teaching—messy and real-deal and integrated and honest and mistake-making and growing up/down the spiral. I have deep abiding trust in the groundwater flow, the fallow time, and the “go” moment. I write to communicate, connect with myself, and because sound and rhythm are my art. Words are spells. Also, I am botanical. I hear plants and nature is my first and last lover. After growing up around the world in 5 countries and identifying as an internationalist, I now live at the base of a mountain range in Montana with my husband and our two wild and in-tune daughters who keep me going and growing.
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YOU, yes you, were born for this terrain and for this time.
What does it mean to have a deep capacity to listen within? Where is your dimensionality? Your story and nervous system both long to be fluid. Most of us have gotten stuck (life does that) and communal space unsticks us. This is a healing circle. Expression and containment. Essence recovery. Devotion to tactile presence as the balm of these times. Practicing discernment so you can hear the internal whispers. We are on this sacred and rugged path together. Really, truly. What if you made contact with a clearer channel of you—for yourself, those around you, the world? My prayer is Attention + Artistry = Aliveness. Tend to them, do it in the company of and for others, and watch how your life force builds a field of sustainability.
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No one will ever convince me (though they have tried) that we can each be our own everything. That is one of the curses of dominant white supremacist culture. We need each other! Especially now. The world has always been and will always be relational.
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MY TEACHERS have been many, countless of whom I cannot name here as they are not public people: mentors, beloved therapists, actual teachers in younger school years, my parents (!!), elders, friends, doctors and bodyworkers. Without that relational fabric, I wouldn't know myself or have stamina or rootedness or breath in my mission. In my formal somatics training, I studied with Dr. Abi Blakeslee, Raja Selvam, and Kathy Kain, Jean Houston, Weena Pauly-Tarr, Kimberly Ann Johnson, and many gifted assistants. In the context of large forum online workshops, I've been a student of somatic abolitionism with Resmaa Menakem and of decolonializing the white mind and the associated shadow work with Dra. Rocio Rosales Mesa. Way back in the day, I graduated from Middlebury College and the SALT Institute of Documentary Studies. I'm a perpetual student and welcome more teachers into my life.
With awe,



WILLOW TREES
have been my sacred place since I was a girl living in Spain.
1,620
Approx number of times I threw up in total during my two pregnancies.
NATURAL HABITAT
Barring alligators, sharks or seas monsters, I can swim across any body of water, even alongside the grit and used condoms of the Hudson River. Though, I do prefer hot springs or freezing high alpine lakes like the one above.
MINK RIVER
The book by Brian Doyle that opened craft for me and gave me a blessing to always include the mythical and break form by using epic, run-on sentences.
FANCY
NO Y*^&W IN MY HOUSE
12
SUPER SMELLER
Don't get between me and a puzzle.
FIRST BOOK
I wrote it during 3-hour sessions every day for 1.5 years (pre-children).
TRUE FACTS
Because story is fluid, these are always up for renegotiation in me.
The one way I am not; though we all get to have our own interpretations of words.
LATITUDE
One of my favorite words. It calls up the varied geography of my childhood and reminds me to breathe outward into my ribs.
I do not enjoy looking at anything the color of banana peels. Truest story.
LATE NIGHTS
I TRUST MY OWN BRILLIANCE
My motto for myself and those who work with me.
Number of wild, full-tilt emotional days it took me to write my second book.
My hidden talent. I even once smelled the spirit of my long-gone grandmother in a 3-foot area in front of our wood stove.
UTERUS
She has been one of my greatest guides.
Bar none. ​
GRIND CULTURE
I’m here to disrupt it and, as my man Christopher says, we are actually living the working-parents-of-littles version of it “to the max.” That said, it’s hard to convince me that more stuff or overwork is better. I’ve always been a minimalist who appreciate high-quality over quantity.
CYCLES
The only rhythm I trust. It creates sustainability of soul. Pro tip: daily writing practices are over-prescribed. There are other more intuitive ways. Nature knows and that knowing applies to all of living.
54%
Percentage of winter days I welcome the cold. This child of the tropics is learning the cozy, sauna, stews, woodstove, internal, hibernation of her now place.
8
Number of times I’ve let friends, family or my kids give me a big haircut.
LION RING
Every cousin in my matrilineal family line has a lion ring made from a mold designed by our dentist great-grandfather. For me, it represents a puma because they pass through my backyard and know two important ways 1) fierce and 2) lounge-life.
I CAN'T IMAGINE
Living without dogs. They teach me and invite me closer to the mammal-me.
I'M FOR...
words as medicine, Salt and Vinegar potato chips, the power of 5 minutes, the unsaid being said, baby steps, stone altars as prayers on my kitchen counter, discernment, barefoot strolling for miles over pinecones, self-accountability, bison bone broth, all the chocolate, human needing each other, bold visual art patterns, story as plebeian, and attention as a superpower.
25
Number of years ago I started to say that cellphones feel strangely hot against my head.
NEW MEXICO
Where I learned to track my menstrual cycle at age 23. I LOVE the desert.
BACKWARD, FORWARD, UPWARD, DOWNWARD, INWARD
How I sign off my emails because it reminds me of my own dimensionality, and yours too. Also, this is how we grow, right? If it were only in one direction, it wouldn’t feel real or complete.




