Happy (belated) New Moon, wonderfuls! The New Moon Juju is still potent–can you feel it? Woo, this is the first episode in a while. Lots of things have gone down:
On Saturday, I was part of an estimated 2.9 million demonstration for love, compassion, unity & a world where everyone of us is safe, abundant, and happy. My social media
When I was in Kindergarten, I was chosen to be Mary in the school’s performance Christmas Story–when Jesus was born. My first crush–a boy named George from my class–was cast
Last week, I watched the sun set on my last day as a twenty-something with a bottle of sparkling rosé and ScHoolboyQ. Despite everyone saying–in a weird, reconciliatory way–life
I love autumn: As basic as it may be, I’m first in line for freebasing pumpkin-flavored anything come September, with orange leaves in my hair and the cozy socks-n-knee boots combo. But
I am all about making eating a ritual. And let’s be real: Eating can be a loaded activity, especially if you have a history of some weird food habits (ahem,
Under the February's full moon, surrounded by like-minded women in a gigantic circle of prayer, it was hard for me to say yes. Smack dab in the middle of Mexica ritual, with all the support I could ask for, I still had trouble accepting this practice as my own, feeling like I belonged there.
My brain is in that mushy, fresh-out-of-ceremony state: I just spent 4 nights dancing under the full moon with 200 women from all over the world as a part
Thanksgiving is Thursday, and it’s easy to come up with a list of things to be grateful for. More than a list, I can muster that warm, unctuous, in-love feeling
What food is to our body, ritual is to our soul. A ritual keeps us connected to our spirit, our soul and our purpose. Sobonfu Some You hear it everywhere:
