Look at this face!

Bambino! Here are only just a few of my favorite things about you:

You have always been a badass

You always do the right thing

You can move your body in a way no one else can

You are literally down to do almost anything at anytime (except early morning)

You are so damn loyal

You are kind to others

You are never too scared to put yourself out there

You are so rational when it matters most

You call 911 when there might be an emergency

You are so gosh darn creative

You can laugh at yourself

You are so thoughtful

Your style is outta control and only getting better and better

Your point of you is unlike anyone elses

You might have a shopping addiction

I like Van Morrison because of you

You dare me to do something in public and when I do you act like you don’t know me

You can wait longer than anyone I know to feed yourself

You are my best friend

And if that wasn’t enough. The video of you below says it all:


My funk this week snuck up on me swiftly. One moment I was fine, the next moment there was this…dis-ease. Sure, this happens now and then. I’ve gotten into a “bad mood” many times before. But this funk was different. The tastes and the textures of it felt unfamiliar. There was almost a distance that I felt from it. There was me and then there was this funk. We were not one in the same. The difference was that I was completely aware of it – as if it was sitting next to me. In dull moments, I would hear it whisper to me. But I would just hush it. I was more aware of the ways my mind was trying to indulge in itself and tell me things that were simply not true. I decided not to take the thoughts and feast on them, like I normally would.  I decided not to pretend to be my own fortune teller (ok, maybe I did for a second, but I caught myself) or re-write history. I decided not to overtalk the funk like I normally would have. Sure, when I felt sad, I let myself. When I felt lonely, I really let myself. When I felt defeated, I let myself. But I didn’t tell myself I AM sad, lonely and defeated. As I write this, I now know that the trigger of this funk was change. Change is a wild beast that can’t be tamed and why would we want it to? It is what makes life exciting, unbelievable and fascinating. Sometimes when it happens in a way that is familiar, I panic.

The biggest game changer in this funk was my awareness of it. I guess I didn’t full realize that that awareness alone is some powerful shit.

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In the morning
drink a warm cup of water

Have a water bottle to fill and
drink throughout the day

Practice yoga as close to daily
as possible. You love it!

Grocery shop. Make smoothies/
smoothie bowls

Eat oatmeal. Make salads

Learn veggie dishes.

Go to sleep before midnight.

Write a little everyday. It can
be on legal paper that
you immediately tear up and
throw away

slowly, slowly

There are so many ways to
live. As a traveler. A worker.
A gypsy. A daughter. A friend.
A host.

Buy a house in Cleveland. Run
it as a bnb. a shop. a
wellness and creative space.


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BAKING apple crisp with coconut cream (it’s so easy!)

LISTENING to records in the morning and setting the mood for the day.

WATCHING Azi Ansari’s new show, Master of None. It is pretty entertaining.

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INDULGING in some serious pop music 24/7, including Justins Bieber and Timberlake on heavy rotation.

REFLECTING on a really powerful Phoenix Rising yoga therapy session I received today.  The body is so incredible with all the information it holds within itself.

REDISCOVERING Jerry Seinfield’s Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee.  I used to watch this all the time but forgot about it.  Last night I learned I have three seasons to catch up on and I’m so excited.

Welcome to a brand new week.  Here’s a look at some photos from our weekend:


Farrell – Los Angeles, CA



Still loving Big Magic!


Blastin’ some tunes

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Painting pottery with my girlfriends


Lauren – New York, NY


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Warm weather and fall colors

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Classical concert at National Sawdust in Williamsburg, BK

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Getting serious with some home improvements


L: How’s your week going?

F: My week has been kind of crazy. I have been insanely sore from this workout on Tuesday. I also have started making dinner again which has been fun and different. In conclusion, my week has been full of all the major C’s: chilling, coffee dates, conference calls, cooking and chatting.

L: Have you seen any good movies recently?

F: I finally saw the Amy Winehouse documentary. I feel like she kept trying to telling the world and the people around her that she didn’t want the life she had. The doumentary itself, I thought, was poorly made, but her story and her talent is just mesmerizing.

L: What’s one product/supplement you couldn’t live without right now?

F: Right now my diet is all about eating healthy fat! I have been feeling so great eating more eggs, avocados, nuts, coconut oil, Bulletproof coffee, etc. I feel like if I took that away right now I would feel a big lack of energy and brain power. Of course, I could live without it, but I don’t really want to. I urge you to try it!

L: Have you been listening to the new Adele song on repeat, just like me?!

F: So many of my friends have been telling me that they love her new song. So I listened and I didn’t really feel all that much. Then someone told me to watch the video and sure enough a flood of emotions came to me! I get it. But, no I can’t listen to stuff like that too much. I ain’t got time to feel heartbroken! It is like self torture to me.

L: What are you most excited about?

F: Sheesh! I feel like I could get excited about any ole thing. I am excited to have lunch. I am excited for the weekend. I am excited for the holidays. I am so excited to be alive. I am excited to grow older. I am excited to read all the books I want to read. I am excited that I have such good friends. I am excited that it’s chilly out. I am excited to have a family. I am excitable (like a meal at Cafe Gratitude)!

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Recently, I stumbled across this article about a young model that was quitting Instagram. At first, when I saw the title I thought it was an Oniony-type of article. You know, the kind that is sarcastic, a satire piece. But as I read more, it was serious; about an Australian girl who had over 500,000 followers.  She lived for social media’s approval until one day realized she was done.

It goes on to tell how she had had an epiphany and decided that it was all bogus. She opened up about all the unhealthy things she was doing in order to get more likes and the sponsorships that forced her to fabricate her life. She decided to comment on each of her pictures and tell the real story behind them. She would say things like, “I never even wore this outfit out of the house” or, “I took this image 400 times before I got the right shot.” Her vulnerability and honesty was courageous to me. It might seem comical, but this is the world we live in. People measure their worth on how many likes they get.

I am all about changing social media as we know it. I have never felt fully comfortable with it. I have come to notice that I only click those applications if I am bored, want to avoid being alone or procrastinating. As of right now, I am taking a break from Instagram for a bit and trying to use the time I spent on it to talk to someone in person.

The thing is, I remember a time when Sunday dinners were a thing and people shared their pictures in person. When you would hear the real stories that were attached to the images. I remember when you were bored, you called a friend to play or walked over to the neighbor’s house. I want that time back or at least to know that we are working towards more personal connection and not less. Who is with me?

If you want to see someone living their truth, check out Essena O’Neill’s new website and videos here.


For the first time in five days, I sit by myself. Reflecting on all the cheers-ing, laughing, dancing, hugging, loving and sharing that took place on my trip to Maine and Boston last weekend. The word that comes to mind is heartful.

I know that life ebbs and flows, so I’m trying to give myself fully, but without attachment, to this current state, “still a child, still dancing toward the rhythm of life.”


Flies Buzzing

somewhere in america, in a certain state of grace . . .
Patti Smith

As a child I danced
to the heartful, savage
of the Native, the
American Indian,
in the Turtle Mountains,
in the Round Hall,
in the greasy light of
kerosene lamps.

As a child I danced
among the long, jangle legs of
the men, down
beside the whispering moccasin women,
in close circles
around the Old Ones,
who sat at the drum,
their heads tossed, backs arched
in ancient prayer.

As a child I danced away from the fist,
I danced toward the rhythms of life,
I danced into dreams, into
the sound of flies buzzing.
A deer advancing but clinging to the forest wall,
the old red woman rocking in her tattered shawl,
the young women bent, breasts
drooping to the mouths of their young, the heat
hanging heavy on the tips of our tongues,
until the Sun
burned the sky black, the moon
made us silvery blue and
all of the night sounds, all of the night sounds

folded together with the buzzing
still in our heads,
becoming a chant of ghosts,
of Crazy Horse and Wovoka
and all the Endless Others,
snaking through the weaving through the trees
like beams of ribbons of light,
singing, we shall live again we shall live,

until the Sun and the Sun and the Sun and I
still a child, still dancing
toward the rhythm of life.

Mark Turcotte, “Flies Buzzing” from The Feathered Heart, published by Michigan State University Press. Copyright © 1998 by Mark Turcotte. 

Source: The Feathered Heart (Michigan State University Press, 1998)


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EXCITED to head into the holiday season where I get to see all of my friends and family.

SIPPING tea and making pies during this sweet fall season.

SPENDING my downtime like it counts – doing restorative yoga, reading, meditating, cooking, sleeping.


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COMING down from an intoxicating weekend celebrating in Maine with an incredible group of people.

RECONNECTING for the day with one of my oldest & dearest friends in Boston before heading back to NYC.

FEELING grateful.  Really, really grateful.

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