1. Reflections on the year of the Butterfly. Or, How I Found My Wings. To choose where to Alight. 2. How it started. Yes, this is an audition, but sums up the first half of my year. That old dark night of the soul, when my depression hit rock bottom (a thing I struggle with, that was augmented by extra elements about which I’ll just say my heart goes out to all women, ever). 3. I started a quest. I moved to Paris to shake it up, find new routines – and wonderful community – and circle back to old passions in order to turn new pages. Case in point: re-finding F Scott Fitzgerald’s daughter Scottie’s book amidst thousands of first editions at my favorite Shakespeare and Co, and answer the mystery of a long lost poem reminding me that “nothing will ever fade,” most of all love. 4. I started to find my Groove with the help of fabulous friends… 5. …Who showed me I don’t always have to Lead. But resistance is a funny thing. 6. Stumbled upon an Existential crisis from too much flitting about, that culminated in a literal stumble down 20 cement stairs in the Paris metro, a near-death experience that still didn’t wake me up, but the theft at the entrance to the Marlin hotel in Dublin (never stay there) and the thankful kindness of soul-connected strangers finally enlightened me as to higher forces at play. 7. I finally learned Surrender, reconnecting first to my roots at home and then discovering stronger soul roots, deep within the Amazon jungle, where earth warriors showed me grounding greater forces into this precious Mother Earth is the true existential vitality, worth protecting. 8. I learned to sit. And channel my storied adventures. With the help of fellow writers, many walks and too much Tuscan wine, I came to comprehend the mantra of Nana Buluku, Afro-Brazilian orisha, She Rests to Create. 9. I returned, to a welcoming home and uplifting community, with a new perspective. An appreciation for all the joy that surrounds me every day, and the seed and seat of my soul, within. Crazy how far I had to go to find my self (ending the year with a flu to ground me, mostly). And so I BE, a constant discovery. 10. Le fin. Merci. We made it. Cheers, to quite a year.
1. Reflections on the year of the Butterfly. Or, How I Found My Wings. To choose where to Alight. 2. How it started. Yes, this is an audition, but sums up the first half of my year. That old dark night of the soul, when my depression hit rock bottom (a thing I struggle with, that was augmented by extra elements about which I’ll just say my heart goes out to all women, ever). 3. I started a quest. I moved to Paris to shake it up, find new routines – and wonderful community – and circle back to old passions in order to turn new pages. Case in point: re-finding F Scott Fitzgerald’s daughter Scottie’s book amidst thousands of first editions at my favorite Shakespeare and Co, and answer the mystery of a long lost poem reminding me that “nothing will ever fade,” most of all love. 4. I started to find my Groove with the help of fabulous friends… 5. …Who showed me I don’t always have to Lead. But resistance is a funny thing. 6. Stumbled upon an Existential crisis from too much flitting about, that culminated in a literal stumble down 20 cement stairs in the Paris metro, a near-death experience that still didn’t wake me up, but the theft at the entrance to the Marlin hotel in Dublin (never stay there) and the thankful kindness of soul-connected strangers finally enlightened me as to higher forces at play. 7. I finally learned Surrender, reconnecting first to my roots at home and then discovering stronger soul roots, deep within the Amazon jungle, where earth warriors showed me grounding greater forces into this precious Mother Earth is the true existential vitality, worth protecting. 8. I learned to sit. And channel my storied adventures. With the help of fellow writers, many walks and too much Tuscan wine, I came to comprehend the mantra of Nana Buluku, Afro-Brazilian orisha, She Rests to Create. 9. I returned, to a welcoming home and uplifting community, with a new perspective. An appreciation for all the joy that surrounds me every day, and the seed and seat of my soul, within. Crazy how far I had to go to find my self (ending the year with a flu to ground me, mostly). And so I BE, a constant discovery. 10. Le fin. Merci. We made it. Cheers, to quite a year.
1. Reflections on the year of the Butterfly. Or, How I Found My Wings. To choose where to Alight. 2. How it started. Yes, this is an audition, but sums up the first half of my year. That old dark night of the soul, when my depression hit rock bottom (a thing I struggle with, that was augmented by extra elements about which I’ll just say my heart goes out to all women, ever). 3. I started a quest. I moved to Paris to shake it up, find new routines – and wonderful community – and circle back to old passions in order to turn new pages. Case in point: re-finding F Scott Fitzgerald’s daughter Scottie’s book amidst thousands of first editions at my favorite Shakespeare and Co, and answer the mystery of a long lost poem reminding me that “nothing will ever fade,” most of all love. 4. I started to find my Groove with the help of fabulous friends… 5. …Who showed me I don’t always have to Lead. But resistance is a funny thing. 6. Stumbled upon an Existential crisis from too much flitting about, that culminated in a literal stumble down 20 cement stairs in the Paris metro, a near-death experience that still didn’t wake me up, but the theft at the entrance to the Marlin hotel in Dublin (never stay there) and the thankful kindness of soul-connected strangers finally enlightened me as to higher forces at play. 7. I finally learned Surrender, reconnecting first to my roots at home and then discovering stronger soul roots, deep within the Amazon jungle, where earth warriors showed me grounding greater forces into this precious Mother Earth is the true existential vitality, worth protecting. 8. I learned to sit. And channel my storied adventures. With the help of fellow writers, many walks and too much Tuscan wine, I came to comprehend the mantra of Nana Buluku, Afro-Brazilian orisha, She Rests to Create. 9. I returned, to a welcoming home and uplifting community, with a new perspective. An appreciation for all the joy that surrounds me every day, and the seed and seat of my soul, within. Crazy how far I had to go to find my self (ending the year with a flu to ground me, mostly). And so I BE, a constant discovery. 10. Le fin. Merci. We made it. Cheers, to quite a year.
1. Reflections on the year of the Butterfly. Or, How I Found My Wings. To choose where to Alight. 2. How it started. Yes, this is an audition, but sums up the first half of my year. That old dark night of the soul, when my depression hit rock bottom (a thing I struggle with, that was augmented by extra elements about which I’ll just say my heart goes out to all women, ever). 3. I started a quest. I moved to Paris to shake it up, find new routines – and wonderful community – and circle back to old passions in order to turn new pages. Case in point: re-finding F Scott Fitzgerald’s daughter Scottie’s book amidst thousands of first editions at my favorite Shakespeare and Co, and answer the mystery of a long lost poem reminding me that “nothing will ever fade,” most of all love. 4. I started to find my Groove with the help of fabulous friends… 5. …Who showed me I don’t always have to Lead. But resistance is a funny thing. 6. Stumbled upon an Existential crisis from too much flitting about, that culminated in a literal stumble down 20 cement stairs in the Paris metro, a near-death experience that still didn’t wake me up, but the theft at the entrance to the Marlin hotel in Dublin (never stay there) and the thankful kindness of soul-connected strangers finally enlightened me as to higher forces at play. 7. I finally learned Surrender, reconnecting first to my roots at home and then discovering stronger soul roots, deep within the Amazon jungle, where earth warriors showed me grounding greater forces into this precious Mother Earth is the true existential vitality, worth protecting. 8. I learned to sit. And channel my storied adventures. With the help of fellow writers, many walks and too much Tuscan wine, I came to comprehend the mantra of Nana Buluku, Afro-Brazilian orisha, She Rests to Create. 9. I returned, to a welcoming home and uplifting community, with a new perspective. An appreciation for all the joy that surrounds me every day, and the seed and seat of my soul, within. Crazy how far I had to go to find my self (ending the year with a flu to ground me, mostly). And so I BE, a constant discovery. 10. Le fin. Merci. We made it. Cheers, to quite a year.
1. Reflections on the year of the Butterfly. Or, How I Found My Wings. To choose where to Alight. 2. How it started. Yes, this is an audition, but sums up the first half of my year. That old dark night of the soul, when my depression hit rock bottom (a thing I struggle with, that was augmented by extra elements about which I’ll just say my heart goes out to all women, ever). 3. I started a quest. I moved to Paris to shake it up, find new routines – and wonderful community – and circle back to old passions in order to turn new pages. Case in point: re-finding F Scott Fitzgerald’s daughter Scottie’s book amidst thousands of first editions at my favorite Shakespeare and Co, and answer the mystery of a long lost poem reminding me that “nothing will ever fade,” most of all love. 4. I started to find my Groove with the help of fabulous friends… 5. …Who showed me I don’t always have to Lead. But resistance is a funny thing. 6. Stumbled upon an Existential crisis from too much flitting about, that culminated in a literal stumble down 20 cement stairs in the Paris metro, a near-death experience that still didn’t wake me up, but the theft at the entrance to the Marlin hotel in Dublin (never stay there) and the thankful kindness of soul-connected strangers finally enlightened me as to higher forces at play. 7. I finally learned Surrender, reconnecting first to my roots at home and then discovering stronger soul roots, deep within the Amazon jungle, where earth warriors showed me grounding greater forces into this precious Mother Earth is the true existential vitality, worth protecting. 8. I learned to sit. And channel my storied adventures. With the help of fellow writers, many walks and too much Tuscan wine, I came to comprehend the mantra of Nana Buluku, Afro-Brazilian orisha, She Rests to Create. 9. I returned, to a welcoming home and uplifting community, with a new perspective. An appreciation for all the joy that surrounds me every day, and the seed and seat of my soul, within. Crazy how far I had to go to find my self (ending the year with a flu to ground me, mostly). And so I BE, a constant discovery. 10. Le fin. Merci. We made it. Cheers, to quite a year.
1. Reflections on the year of the Butterfly. Or, How I Found My Wings. To choose where to Alight. 2. How it started. Yes, this is an audition, but sums up the first half of my year. That old dark night of the soul, when my depression hit rock bottom (a thing I struggle with, that was augmented by extra elements about which I’ll just say my heart goes out to all women, ever). 3. I started a quest. I moved to Paris to shake it up, find new routines – and wonderful community – and circle back to old passions in order to turn new pages. Case in point: re-finding F Scott Fitzgerald’s daughter Scottie’s book amidst thousands of first editions at my favorite Shakespeare and Co, and answer the mystery of a long lost poem reminding me that “nothing will ever fade,” most of all love. 4. I started to find my Groove with the help of fabulous friends… 5. …Who showed me I don’t always have to Lead. But resistance is a funny thing. 6. Stumbled upon an Existential crisis from too much flitting about, that culminated in a literal stumble down 20 cement stairs in the Paris metro, a near-death experience that still didn’t wake me up, but the theft at the entrance to the Marlin hotel in Dublin (never stay there) and the thankful kindness of soul-connected strangers finally enlightened me as to higher forces at play. 7. I finally learned Surrender, reconnecting first to my roots at home and then discovering stronger soul roots, deep within the Amazon jungle, where earth warriors showed me grounding greater forces into this precious Mother Earth is the true existential vitality, worth protecting. 8. I learned to sit. And channel my storied adventures. With the help of fellow writers, many walks and too much Tuscan wine, I came to comprehend the mantra of Nana Buluku, Afro-Brazilian orisha, She Rests to Create. 9. I returned, to a welcoming home and uplifting community, with a new perspective. An appreciation for all the joy that surrounds me every day, and the seed and seat of my soul, within. Crazy how far I had to go to find my self (ending the year with a flu to ground me, mostly). And so I BE, a constant discovery. 10. Le fin. Merci. We made it. Cheers, to quite a year.
1. Reflections on the year of the Butterfly. Or, How I Found My Wings. To choose where to Alight. 2. How it started. Yes, this is an audition, but sums up the first half of my year. That old dark night of the soul, when my depression hit rock bottom (a thing I struggle with, that was augmented by extra elements about which I’ll just say my heart goes out to all women, ever). 3. I started a quest. I moved to Paris to shake it up, find new routines – and wonderful community – and circle back to old passions in order to turn new pages. Case in point: re-finding F Scott Fitzgerald’s daughter Scottie’s book amidst thousands of first editions at my favorite Shakespeare and Co, and answer the mystery of a long lost poem reminding me that “nothing will ever fade,” most of all love. 4. I started to find my Groove with the help of fabulous friends… 5. …Who showed me I don’t always have to Lead. But resistance is a funny thing. 6. Stumbled upon an Existential crisis from too much flitting about, that culminated in a literal stumble down 20 cement stairs in the Paris metro, a near-death experience that still didn’t wake me up, but the theft at the entrance to the Marlin hotel in Dublin (never stay there) and the thankful kindness of soul-connected strangers finally enlightened me as to higher forces at play. 7. I finally learned Surrender, reconnecting first to my roots at home and then discovering stronger soul roots, deep within the Amazon jungle, where earth warriors showed me grounding greater forces into this precious Mother Earth is the true existential vitality, worth protecting. 8. I learned to sit. And channel my storied adventures. With the help of fellow writers, many walks and too much Tuscan wine, I came to comprehend the mantra of Nana Buluku, Afro-Brazilian orisha, She Rests to Create. 9. I returned, to a welcoming home and uplifting community, with a new perspective. An appreciation for all the joy that surrounds me every day, and the seed and seat of my soul, within. Crazy how far I had to go to find my self (ending the year with a flu to ground me, mostly). And so I BE, a constant discovery. 10. Le fin. Merci. We made it. Cheers, to quite a year.
1. Reflections on the year of the Butterfly. Or, How I Found My Wings. To choose where to Alight. 2. How it started. Yes, this is an audition, but sums up the first half of my year. That old dark night of the soul, when my depression hit rock bottom (a thing I struggle with, that was augmented by extra elements about which I’ll just say my heart goes out to all women, ever). 3. I started a quest. I moved to Paris to shake it up, find new routines – and wonderful community – and circle back to old passions in order to turn new pages. Case in point: re-finding F Scott Fitzgerald’s daughter Scottie’s book amidst thousands of first editions at my favorite Shakespeare and Co, and answer the mystery of a long lost poem reminding me that “nothing will ever fade,” most of all love. 4. I started to find my Groove with the help of fabulous friends… 5. …Who showed me I don’t always have to Lead. But resistance is a funny thing. 6. Stumbled upon an Existential crisis from too much flitting about, that culminated in a literal stumble down 20 cement stairs in the Paris metro, a near-death experience that still didn’t wake me up, but the theft at the entrance to the Marlin hotel in Dublin (never stay there) and the thankful kindness of soul-connected strangers finally enlightened me as to higher forces at play. 7. I finally learned Surrender, reconnecting first to my roots at home and then discovering stronger soul roots, deep within the Amazon jungle, where earth warriors showed me grounding greater forces into this precious Mother Earth is the true existential vitality, worth protecting. 8. I learned to sit. And channel my storied adventures. With the help of fellow writers, many walks and too much Tuscan wine, I came to comprehend the mantra of Nana Buluku, Afro-Brazilian orisha, She Rests to Create. 9. I returned, to a welcoming home and uplifting community, with a new perspective. An appreciation for all the joy that surrounds me every day, and the seed and seat of my soul, within. Crazy how far I had to go to find my self (ending the year with a flu to ground me, mostly). And so I BE, a constant discovery. 10. Le fin. Merci. We made it. Cheers, to quite a year.
Solstice musings… Spent last week drinking clay and psyllium husk and mineral broth, and the weekend with plant medicine. Cleaning out my system and clearing up my vision. I am humbled by the process. These bodies, sacred soul vessels we have the blessing to inhabit for a brief moment in time here, are so precious and so much more intelligent than we know, thanks to our souls guiding them without our always even knowing. It is never an easy thing to purge out (literally) all that pyshical and psychological gunk that piles up in life with time, especially in our challenging modern world with information and atrocity streaking across our psyches constantly. Yet the more I honor this need to slow it down, examine it and let it go, the lighter I become in my being and the more that allows me to simply be. An ongoing process that seems to build upon itself, as life builds upon us and we adjust. I am slowly seeing what it means to hand it over to resources beyond myself, even though the trust piece remains a mystery me. Just hand it over, knowing there is support, and finding the pulse of the warrior within (or shall we break that down to with in, with what is inside). And just in time for winter. To sit with the stillness that births new life. Wishing you all moments of brightness amidst the darker days, knowing the light is slowly returning. • • • 📸 @gustavoturner Earrings: @pola_unique Necklace made of shells, strung together by warrior women deep within the Amazon 🤍
Baby it’s cold outside (for LA; don’t judge). And longer days of sun are on the horizon. ❄️☀️ 📸 @gabesachs
Full moon end of year got me feeling all the feels. • • • 📸 @gustavoturner Jacket @luluflippinvintage
All I want for Christmas Is the coziest cashmere @eleven.six • • • 📸 @gustavoturner
All I want for Christmas Is the coziest cashmere @eleven.six • • • 📸 @gustavoturner
Splatters of light amidst the black and white. • • • 📸 @gustavoturner
Ahhhh Paris. Day dreaming of thee And how you danced with me. • • • Thank you @robin_lgdr for a most magical day capturing me dancing through Paris. Get ready for a whole series that might be my favorite. #dance #paris #dancember
Just finding new ways to dance through this wild ballet called life. Cause there’s no way to memorize the choreography for what unfolds as it goes. Improv isn’t always easy, but it’s better than forcing a leap when you’re navigating a dip. And as much as I’d like to know the steps ahead of time, the more time I spend twirling about this spinning ball, the more I discover it’s best just to waltz with what is. • • • A wandering Parisian waltz captured by the wonderful @robin_lgdr Once a dancer, always a dancer. #dance #ballet #paris #waltz #dancember
Some sage advise on a Monday. Thank you Eddie Murphy
Wishing you all merry jolly peaceful holly days 💫
Some gems from the creative guru that is Rick Rubin. Each page a delightful reflection. Meditations on the creative process that go straight to the heart and keep it beating and birthing anew. Get your hands on it and feel the pulse. Let it breathe through you.
Some gems from the creative guru that is Rick Rubin. Each page a delightful reflection. Meditations on the creative process that go straight to the heart and keep it beating and birthing anew. Get your hands on it and feel the pulse. Let it breathe through you.
Some gems from the creative guru that is Rick Rubin. Each page a delightful reflection. Meditations on the creative process that go straight to the heart and keep it beating and birthing anew. Get your hands on it and feel the pulse. Let it breathe through you.
Some gems from the creative guru that is Rick Rubin. Each page a delightful reflection. Meditations on the creative process that go straight to the heart and keep it beating and birthing anew. Get your hands on it and feel the pulse. Let it breathe through you.
Some gems from the creative guru that is Rick Rubin. Each page a delightful reflection. Meditations on the creative process that go straight to the heart and keep it beating and birthing anew. Get your hands on it and feel the pulse. Let it breathe through you.
I don’t think woman crush Wednesday is still a thing, but this week it is for me, in honor of the legendary @janefonda and her upcoming 86th birthday. Not only is she an icon whose career continues to withstand the test of time due to unparalleled talent, grace and humor, but she is also a beacon who has used her light to make this earth a better place. Her tireless commitment to the environment and the preservation of this earth is an inspiration to me, and makes her ever more legendary as an earth warrior. I am honored to be a part of the @janefondaclimatepac which works towards eliminating fossil fuels. Check out their work and Jane’s work at AppreciatingJane.com Thank you Jane for continuing to use your voice for our collective vitality. • • • Image by the incredible @obeygiant
