“I love how you went from having no plants to having all the plants,” she said. One of my long-time besties had come over to do a little gardening and drink some rosè, you know–granny things. If you’…
I’m not inspired by the concept of being a “work in progress.” Tbh that phrase kind of annoys me. I can be whole and also be expanding, all at once. I have become, AND I’m becoming. I am not a work in progress—I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. As …
The second half of this year was a blessing disguised as a curse. Sometimes I can’t even believe I was strong enough to get through it—and not just get through it, but grow from it, rise from it, go into 2020 as the baddest expression of myself thus f…
Last night I was talking with two of my other single friends about how our romantic lives are a total fucking dumpster fire but, like, everything else is a dream come true. Professionally, spiritually, artistically, energetically—I’m more aligned than…
Maybe it’s actually chill? Maybe, instead of it being so overwhelming and chaotic and exhausting, it’s actually just…not that serious? What if instead of trying to control every little thing, we let things happen in the ways they’re meant to, wh…
I’m a big fan of myself. This doesn’t mean I’m conceited or self obsessed—it doesn’t impede my desire for self improvement or abstain me from fault or flaw. It just means that I’m not willing to let anyone else determine my value or challenge how I fe…
Maybe it wasn’t meant for you. Maybe it has to fall apart, so it can come back together as something new, something more aligned with who you are becoming. Maybe the rug had to be pulled out from beneath you because the rug wasn’t the one that r…
You have to believe that your dreams have the right to exist in reality, if they’re ever going to come true. Maybe you want to write a book, start a business, compete in a strength sport, get a record deal, or live in a van and travel across the count…
I used to be so scared to share my writing, my art, my soul with the internet—with the world. To share anything you’ve created is to invite yourself to be seen at the depths, your sharpest edges and bloodiest wounds, all the pieces of you that you’d o…
I honestly thought this one was “the one.” We were so connected, so aligned. Our relationship felt like two weird and wonderful puzzle pieces that couldn’t possibly fit anywhere else but together. It wasn’t perfect, because not…
Don’t panic. You’re capable. You’re worthy. You’re supported. You’ve been through bad shit and sad shit and scary shit, too. And every single time, you’ve come through—even when you thought you wouldn’t survive, you clawed your way out of each and eve…
The best time to listen to the universe is when you’re so lost, so weary, so bone tired and nearly broken, that the last thing you want to do is LISTEN TO THE FUCKIN’ UNIVERSE. Sometimes we feel like throwing a middle finger up to these lessons,…
I’m not an expert on relationships. I’m not sure I’m an expert on anything, but that’s a discussion for another day, perhaps. Regardless, I’m often asked for relationship advice—mostly because I’m good at holding space, but also because one of my supe…
EVERYTHING IS A FUCKIN RITUAL (And why you need it). Why do you need ritual? Because ritual invites you to tune out the drama of the external world and tune in to your own emotional landscape—it’s how you find the clarity and trust to work through sha…
Most of life is learning to heal. From the moment we’re born, we are in the process of healing. It starts with ancestral baggage and inter-generational trauma—so much that hasn’t taken place in our timeline, yet affects us all the same. We inherit the…
Sunday morning, 0845, I opened my eyes and drew the curtains to wash the bedroom with late morning light. I slept until I felt like waking, made coffee, and then proceeded to lounge around in my robe and do absolutely nothing for the next few hours. In…
In our home, we have a motto:Â Everything is meaningful and nothing matters at all. An ocean breeze. Salty air and the crash of waves. The way jasmine both gently and unapologetically occupies its air space. New pens and a fresh sketchbook. A cold glas…
Authenticity is a topic that comes up often in my work. It’s highly relevant to our business, our relationships, and the way in which we show up in our everyday lives. I often get asked, “How do you learn how to show up authentically?”…
Turn off the TV. Put down your phone. Pick up a book. A pen. A paintbrush. String words together and call it a poem. Slide playfully around the hardwood floor in your socks and call it dancing. Flip a record; listen with rapture as the needle circles t…
Your bones. Your breath. Your body. Your business. Every inch from teeth to toenails—every wrinkle, every dimple, every curve, every scar, every detail—yours. Yours to live in with power. Yours to inhabit with love. Yours to adorn and express in a…
Misfit. Weirdo. Wild Woman. Witch. Some might perceive these labels as negative or undesirable, but I will take them, wholeheartedly and without an inkling of shame. I am not afraid to hold these monikers as my own, without fear—without a moments hes…