A 30-second assignment


Every morning, I start my day the same way: I dance naked for 10 minutes. Two full songs on my playlist.
Every morning.
Even when I don’t want to — especially when I don’t want to –
I dance.
10 minutes in the morning. Then, little 30-second tune-ups throughout the day, when I start to feel my life force draining or my crankiness encroaching.

Why? Well, a woman’s body LOVES to move. In order to unlock the legend that lives inside her, a woman’s body needs to move.

The only way to blow the lid off your greatness is to practice the action of self-love. Not the thought of self-love. Not the kind of self-love that is a result of your hard work, how great you look, or how effective you have been — we are going for the kind of self-love you feel for absolutely no reason, just because.

The only way to practice this kind of self love — the turned on, lit up, legend-creating kind — is to get into that gorgeous body of yours. To feel it, to move it, to inhabit it. Your body will teach you self-love in a way that your intellect cannot. (Click to tweet!)

I have a proposition for you. It requires 30 seconds of your time. Ready?

I propose a worldwide dance break — right here, right now. Just because. Because it’s fun. Because it’s useful. Because it will orient you to pleasure, which will change the course of your day.

Now here’s the thing: the majority of you do not want to take me up on this. You will want to stay glued to your chair, staring at your computer screen, reading about moving, and not moving. How do I know this? Because I was you. I hated to move because I wasn’t very good at it. I am not a dancer, so I was in my head, disapproving of my awkwardness, when I attempted to dance. Being stuck in your head and not wanting to move is a perfect place to start. Awkward is the new sexy.

Just for fun, as a harmless experiment in service to your greatness, I’m going to ask you to trust me and do it anyway.

If you’re at home, crank your speakers. If you’re at work, head into the bathroom with headphones. Wherever you are, stop what you’re doing and press play. Dance with me for 30 seconds and see how your world shifts (and then read on to find out why).

The song of choice today has become a sort of theme song here at the Palace. Join the party:

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Conducting this orchestra of life


I have just gotten the single mother break of the century.

My daughter has a whole weekend sleepover with a camp friend, in the country.  She gets fresh fall air, changing leaves, and giggling all night with friends, and I have time to ride my horse, catch up with friends, and sip a cup of hot tea in an outdoor cafe with one of the last warm rays of summerish sunshine blessing me.

This time is so precious to me I could weep. I get to catch up with myself. Stop conducting so many orchestras at once (school schedule, soccer schedule, therapy schedule, work schedule, writing schedule, friends schedule) and breathe into all that has happened.

I had an amazing summer.  I was away at the beach for the whole summer, and I lived a long-standing dream to own my own horse. Which turned out to be one of the smartest decisions I ever made.


Well, learning how to ride my 1,500-pound, insecure, emotionally unstable, smart, beautiful, loving, prickly, temperamental horse has instructed me, to my deepest body and soul, in how to even more effectively parent my teenager. And weirdly and wonderfully, the calmer my horse gets, the calmer my teenager gets.

It reminds me, yet again, to never ever doubt the power of a woman’s desire.

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Sensuality is Power


Sensuality is power.

Not domination.  Not force.
It is something different.  It is both more practical and more numinous.

Yesterday, I was traveling seven hours with my daughter, to have a weekend visit with my college chums on Cape Cod.  The day before, I had packed up our beach house and moved us back to the city, after a week of hosting guests, and preparing for all the back-to-school activities at The School of Womanly Arts.

Maggie and I were exhausted.  And I knew the only way to get through the day of planes and trains and automobiles would be to connect with my eternal power source—my sensuality.

I put on these ankle boots that make me feel hot.  Tight white pants that make my legs looong.  A scarf I got in Paris, and a shrunken jean jacket.  The slightly tight clothes made me super aware of my body.  I walked differently, knowing I was hot.  And the focus of the day completely changed—it was not about the trains and planes and automobiles, it was about the pure privilege of being me (and Maggie being Maggie) and enjoying the challenging, ever changing experiences, as we travelled through New York, New Jersey, and Massachusetts.

We ended up having a great day.  Laughing a lot. Flirting with everyone, and getting offered a ride on a motorcycle when we reached Cape Cod (which we did not accept—too dangerous… :-) )

This is something that I want for all women.

Each of us has the propensity and the ability to connect to a deep, interior strength in pure service to ourselves.  That is the gift of 8,000 nerve endings.  The gift of being a woman.

Most women do not have any idea how to find that switch and keep it on.

The connection to our core fire is often tattered and torn.

We all have had such varied and difficult relationships with our sensuality.  Abuse.  Violence.  Ignorance.  Lack of education.  No validation.  Poor role models.

In today’s video, you are going to meet 3 women who have completely turned around their lives, by turning around their relationship to their sensuality.  You will see what happens to a woman when her core power is used for her, rather than against her.  The elixir of sensuality powers not only the woman, but her entire world.

It is our 4th and final video of this summer’s series, and we’ve saved the best for last.

Join me, Mirna, Sade and Bernadette in the video below, find their answers to your questions below that, and then join us all in the comments at the bottom…

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I am so deeply impatient with mediocrity.
Irritated off the wall with settling, with compromise, with shrinking.
I cannot even stand on a line without questioning it or inventing an alternative.
Yesterday I was on a line at Briermere Farms, trying to pick up a going-away pie to bring to my friend Amanda.

And the power of my intention—not to be on a pie line (for f*#ks sake)—was so powerful that I conjured a worker guy approaching me and the last 10 of us on the long snaking pie line, who said if anyone knew what kind of pie they wanted, he would go get it for them. “Strawberry Rhubarb!” I shouted, like a contestant in the final round on Jeopardy. He ran around the back of the store, and came back 20 seconds later, with my pie, and I was free. Free to enjoy the sunshine.  Free to jump back in the car with my kid and drive to the barbecue in Oyster Bay.

I am that girl.
I get all the breaks, the grand escape, the golden ring, the secret passage to freedom, the miraculous.
Not only yesterday, but every day.|
How? Why?
Because I am one of thousands and thousands of women who practice something called the Womanly Arts.
Here is the Full-On Ovaries Truth:

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This week we look at relationships: How do you take a relationship and have it grow better and better over time? How do you create and acknowledge the space to allow THE relationship to be unveiled? How do you see through what you think you need, to where your pleasure is actually found?

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