As a Writer, Mommy, Seeker, Sculptor, Shopper, and avid Yogi, my focus is to find a balance between what’s meaningful and what’s material; what matters most and what’s just really, really pretty.
As a Writer, Mommy, Seeker, Sculptor, Shopper, and avid Yogi, my focus is to find a balance between what’s meaningful and what’s material; what matters most and what’s just really, really pretty.
We aren’t all of the labels and identities we’ve accumulated over the course of our lives.
Throughout the years, my love of fashion has never waned. I’ve been a devotee of Vogue since I was 9 years old, when I worshipped at the feet of the gods known as Espirit, Guess and Benetton.
Spring slipped in and while the desert flowers began to bloom, I wilted and hid. Then, at the exact moment in which I threw my hands up in the air and admitted defeat, I discovered these words: ...when you are sorrowful, look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. - Kahlil Gilbran.
Paralyzed by my own inability to see "rejection as merely suggestion" as so eloquently and aptly stated by my magical spirit sister Andrea Balt, I was utterly and completely STUCK.
It's quite difficult to begin a post after two days of no sleep. But sometimes we must pick ourselves up by our boot straps (hopefully, of the Sam Edelman or classic Frye Boot variety), and get on with life.
Today, the title of my blog (and ultimately the thematic content behind it) was, let’s say “borrowed” for the nth time by a prominent and respected figure in the spiritual community. This time, however, it wasn’t just a mention in a random article, but used as the title of her own blog (or rather, vlog) post.