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Love is All Around

Much has been said of the divisiveness permeating our Country today.  Yes, it is there and it is unsettling.  But there is something else I am noticing in the past few weeks: a desire for connection.

I am meeting more eyes as I walk through town.  I want to smile at you and I feel like you want to smile at me too.  We want to connect, even just for a moment.  I feel this pull to share what is best in me … love.

I believe love reigns supreme.  This belief is not born of religion or politics.  No one told me so, no one taught me so, it is simply my truth.  It doesn’t come with rules or exclusions, love is love.  And when I move from a place of love I see it all around.

This does not blind me to hate.  I see that too.  Mostly when people try to control how other people love or decree who is entitled to love. This behavior wounds me, all of us. But instead of diminishing the love – it emboldens it.  I see that all around; love standing strong. Do you see it too? Read more

Wake Up Strong

Last night I found myself on the couch under a blanket, reeling from the shock of this election. I felt paralyzed to do anything save for wallow in fear and disbelief. But amid my despair I had a mantra: tomorrow, I wake up strong.

I must wake up strong because there is work to be done. A large percentage of quality people forgave the hateful speech, extreme narcissism and disregard for ethics exhibited by a wholly inexperienced candidate and elected him President of the United States. As a champion of Democracy I accept AND respect that people voted for change, voted in line with their Party, voted for their upward mobility, voted out of concern for the Supreme Court. But the fact that so many voters tolerated, repeated and supported the inflammatory rhetoric of his campaign … well, there is work to be done.

So today I woke up strong, and, from a place of strength, I made a to-do list:

1. Stand Up for Equality
My political passion is fueled by a desire to stand with those who are discriminated against and oppressed. Today, I especially want to add my voice and actions to the LGBTQ community who have had to fight tirelessly against bigotry, violence and ignorance to gain civil rights and protections that the rest of us enjoy as a given. The incoming administration openly intends to infringe upon these rights.
My feminism has also been fired up by this campaign. We need to elevate our standards of equality and reject these tired, inexcusable double standards of behavior!
So I ask myself, what can I do? I’m researching, but step one: Join the ACLU. Step two: Write more about this. Part of my research today included reading both the Democratic and Republic Party Platforms on these issues. There is a lot to say.

2. Remember: Art is Activism
Throughout our history, art in all its forms has given voice to the voiceless. It enlightens us and challenges us. It holds a mirror up to our humanity, for better or for worse. It is a respite and a resource. It INSPIRES us. It leaves a legacy. Furthermore, the artistic community is the most inclusive community I know; differences are celebrated, all are welcome. I renew my commitment to The Arts as a patron and a creator.

3. Do My Job
As it happens, I am in the business of wellness and individual expression. I need to take better ownership of my work because I firmly believe that if we take care of ourselves, we take care of each other. Peace begins within. Self-knowledge leads to greater wisdom and wisdom leads us to walk our paths with greater compassion. Expressing our individual light illuminates everything around us. I need to do my job and do it well.

4. Look, Learn, Love
Seek the best in others.
Become knowledgeable about the things that matter to me.
Spread the mighty power of love.


I have never fancied myself much of a collector. That (seemingly) fanatical drive to seek out and amass Barbies, stamps, ornaments, etc., is beyond me. Plus, I can be a tad fanatical about throwing things out and de-cluttering, so collecting does not appear to be in my nature.

Or so I thought.

Lately, I have realized that I do have one specific penchant for collecting. My loot, the thing that I seek: amazing experiences. I collect memories.

This realization helps me relate to other collectors. I understand that there is comfort in surrounding yourself with things that have meaning for you, whatever those “things” might be.  Read more

No Brainer

Ideas can land on you from above, like a gift from the Gods. This phenomenon has happened to me when writing, especially songwriting. Suddenly there is a melody where before there was nothing. I wasn’t even searching.

My decision to become a Massage Therapist happened in this way. I was at the feet of a dear client at the end of our yoga session (I gently stretch my clients shoulders or feet as they relax) when I was struck by the enormity of touch and how profound it is to place your hands on someone with healing intention. All at once I thought: I need to go to massage school!

That very afternoon, I went to the Connecticut Center for Massage Therapy in Westport to inquire. Within weeks I was enrolled in their most extensive program, had myself a nice sized student loan and was ready for a new adventure.   It was so clear that it required no actual pondering or deciding. I just knew it.

Being in school was glorious. Learning about the body lit me up. I was an anatomy nerd of the highest order! We learned all sorts of hands-on techniques and modalities, practicing regularly on one another and our family and friends (this can make you quite popular!). Upon graduation I felt prepared, capable and excited.

As I began to practice, however, my confidence stumbled. This stumble was mostly due to a belief I held about what others believed. (Did you catch that?) I put myself firmly in my own way by believing that, because I worked at a gym, I was expected to do deep tissue and sports massage. These modalities are not where my gifts (nor my point of view) lie and hence I deemed my gifts inadequate. Read more