I am the middle of an overhaul.
An oil change.*
Necessity, she is my mother.
My girl is in 11th grade, and she doesn’t need me in the same ways she used to. We are actually going on our first college tour next weekend.
I have separated my home and office for the first time, and I am cultivating new friendships and rituals. Sally and I now do a workout and steam every Friday morning. Yes, I make time for that.
I am finding a deeper, purer, truer voice in this next book I am writing. Even more exposed, more true to my calling, more me.
And with this reinvention, I am finding that I can lose my sense of groundedness.
I am flying with enthusiasm one minute, and wobbly as un-jelled jello the next.
I know you know the feeling. How do I know?
Let’s dive in.
I have something I want to talk to you about. Something I am passionate about, and fierce for.
I want to talk about your magic. Your creativity. Your mark. Your way.
About how to take a dream and set it on its feet.
About how sensual magic works.
Magic that every woman has.
Every person has it, actually.
Living magic. The magic of living your life as if you were a continually creating – and recreating – work of art. The magic of taking a stand to live your dreams and desires, on this earth, in your lifetime.
Which is not an easy row to hoe.
Because what is a desire, anyway? continue reading…
Just a love contest
And I never
Now you have another good reason
To spend more time
Many people ask me how I started, where I started, when I started, and why I started The School of Womanly Arts. When something is truly a calling, it has many beginning points in your life, as I am sure that many of you have seen inside your own lives.
For me, one of the early points when I began to hear the call was when I was 14, and my parents took me and my brothers to Israel for a couple of months. I was miserable and I had nothing to do. I could not speak the language. So, I volunteered at the WIZO baby home for orphans and foster children. There, I found a language I could speak. I knew the language of babies. continue reading…
Okay, let’s be honest: there is no woman alive who does not resist pleasure. I very nearly did not make it to a birthday party I was invited to last weekend because I really, really thought I had to unpack. The boxes in my bedroom were talkin’ to me. I had to shut those bad boys up and shake out the one that contained my dancing shoes.
Good times are way scarier and more unpredictable than good old reliable Hard Work and her best friend, Complaining About Stuff.
But, my darlings, in this crazy unpredictable world, there are so very many reasons to open a new box, and say yes. Yes to yourself. Yes to your womanhood. Yes to sisterhood. Yes to your own becoming. Yes to p l e a s u r e.
But, as usual, there are also, always, so many many reasons to say no, aren’t there?
In the spirit of fun, here’s my quick list of all the reasons you should definitely stay far, far away from me and Boot Camp this week! : ) continue reading…
What an extraordinary week! We had Ayodele Moore officiate our sacred office blessing, at the new uptown Palace in Harlem, yesterday, followed by an extraordinary Womanly Arts Unplugged Q and A Call with nearly 1,000 women registered! And today, I stand, closet spilling everywhere, trying to decide what this courtesan will wear to the opening session of The Creation Course on Friday night. My secret delight is knowing there are women all over the country, all over the world, heading to NYC this weekend, with a similarly delicious dilemma.
All of this creation has inspired me to talk about passion with you, today. continue reading…