Oh Lord, Please Save my Sartorial Soul

When I was a little girl, I was obsessed with three things:

  1. My search for God
  2. Elton John
  3. Fashion

Decades have passed and not much has changed. I’m married to an awesome dude and I’m momma to a brilliant 6 year old sprite, but I remain in constant pursuit of the Divine, I listen to music all day, every day, and I am completely obsessed with fashion.

When it came time to choose a career path, my penchant for the transcendental won out and I became a yoga teacher and wellness writer.  I did work briefly in the music industry and, except for a brief post-UCLA yogi/hippie phase where I communed in Berkeley, CA, I never stopped wearing clothes.

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.

While my personal dress code consists of various permutations of denim and tees (LA lady, blue jean baby),  I remain in awe of the artistry, creativity, and originality rendered wearable at the hands of so many of my most favorite designers.

So does my love of fashion contradict my commitment to the spiritual path?

(“Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.” – Walt Whitman)

I don’t think so. And here’s why.

As humans, we are dynamic creatures.  We can love multiple- seemingly antithetical- things at once.  We can be devoted to a higher, hallowed calling yet also participate in the physical world. In fact, we MUST do this.  Unless we take a vow to abstain from all earthly pleasures and pursuits,  decide to become religious ascetics, or join a Monastery (I’d go here if I ever did), then we cannot completely disengage with the rest of the world.

So how do we both honor the sacred and enjoy the profane?

I have found through my many hours of social media, magazine, and online “studies” (and people thought I was just procrastinating), that the greatest artists, creatives, and yes, fashion designers are the ones who infuse their very Spirit into their work; who follow a meaningful path of their own; who know that the essential nature of life is not simply to SELL one’s work, but to CREATE it.

Being a deeply spiritual person and honoring what truly matters in life is in no way contradictory to engaging in the physical, tangible world; in fact, it is ESSENTIAL to it. Otherwise, we lose out on the precious gift of being given a human life.

Recently, more than ever, I’ve been transfixed by the fashion world and the lovely ladies who infuse their spirit and soul into the very fabric of their work. From their actual creations to the ways in which they share their light and love with the world around them, I remain in awe of so many of these incredible creators. If you’ve ever wondered what some of the world’s most major fashion players do with their spare time, the following might just surprise you…

Diane Von Furstenberg and Donna Karan are my goddess queen icons when it comes to mixing spirit and sole, divinity with design.  Both women not only have a stylistic aesthetic to be envied and emulated, but embody the concept that the wealthiest beings in life are the ones who give the most away.

The list of charities supported by DVF is too long to name, but includes such incredible organizations as St Jude Children’s Research Hospital, Susan G. Komen, Teach for America, and Women for Women International (yes!).


DVF love

Likewise is Donna Karan’s list of humanitarian causes too tall to tally.  She is truly a leader in both fashion and philanthropy and her Urban Zen Foundation– an organization which inspires change in the areas of well-being, children’s empowerment and the preservation of cultures around the world as well as promotes patient advocacy and integrative medicine– has done so much for this world since its inception in 2007.  A self-professed Yogi, Karan began her foundation as her own personal gift of love to the world and, as a result, she has has raised millions of dollars to help others in need.  I have never felt a greater sense of gratitude for the flatform DKNY gold sandals I’ve worn for years than when I consider what this woman has done with her designs.  (Read more about her and Urban Zen here).

 “I have spent decades dressing people. Now I want to address them.” – Donna Karan


Donna Karan’s Urban Zen Foundation

Now, let’s talk jewelry.

Jennifer Meyer has my heart.  More accurately, I have hers. Well, not literally, but I do currently sport a gold heart charm necklace around my neck that she designed in partnership with Jessica Alba and whose proceeds go to RED, a charity founded in 2006 by Bono and Bobby Shriver to help fight the war on AIDS. Sales of Jen and Jessica’s design fund medications for pregnant women with HIV in Africa.  Now if that’s not a love-filled,  pay-it-forward effort, I don’t know what is.  (I mean, beyond the many other organizations to which Meyer has dedicated her time,  energy, and funds).


Jennifer Meyer and her collab for RED

Rebecca Minkoff-- a girl whose fashionable offerings are basically what my brain would create if it had the capacity to do so and whose personal style is nearly identical to my own (think feminine tomboy/rocker chic)– is constantly working in tandem with other companies to serve the greater good.  A portion of sales of her denim line is donated to the Share Our Strength’s No Kid Hungry Campaign, she’s created designs to support Baby Buggy which helps children and families in need, and has collaborated with many other organizations in the name of giving back.  And this, of course, helps me justify the many purchases I’ve made from her eponymous line of bags, shoes, clothing and accessories.

REBECCA MINKOFF Dinner to Celebrate Launch of Denim Collection, Produced by Jung Lee.

Rebecca Minkoff’s denim does good


And then, of course, we have one of my personal fashion icons: Rachel Zoe.  Sure she is best known as stylist-turned-designer to the stars, Bravo TV personality, and master of 70s style glam, but she is also one of the most generous female fashion stars out there.  She has been vocal in her support for the wellbeing of mothers and children in her work with Baby2Baby.  And despite a packed work schedule and life as a hands-on-momma herself, she still finds time to advocate on behalf of Artists for Peace and Justice, The Breast Cancer Research Foundation, Children’s Miracle Network Hospitals,  Save the Children and others.


Rachel Zoe at the “Help Haiti Home” Gala


Yet even beyond these designers charitable demonstrations, there is the sense that these are women who support other women; who do not compete with one another but rather work to better their own brands and, in doing so, are all the more prepared to lift others along their way. Just peek at Meyer’s or Minkoff’s IG accounts and you instantly get a glimpse of boss babes whose desire it is to help other ladies achieve the greatness and success that they have achieved themselves. Certainly, if there is one thing we all need more of in this world, it’s girls empowering girls.

I don’t need to know these women personally to be inspired by them.  There is an energy, a vibe, a gut insight into who these artists are based both on the way their jewelry and clothing make a girl feel and the knowledge of the many ways in which they give back to the world.  And they are not alone.  A quick google search turns up hundreds of links to fashion designers and the charities they have either founded or contribute to (peep this recent Marie Claire piece). In a world where people get so caught up in “getting,” it is amazing to realize how many are committed to “giving.”

I definitely plan to explore the fashion world more intricately than I have done in the past. In the wake of New York, London, Paris and Milan Fashion weeks, I’ve begun to fantasize about adding fashion editor (fashion writer?) to my to-do list.  Passion, not possessions are what interest me. And I see passion in art, in fashion, in design.  At their best, these things represent the physical manifestations of someone’s inner light; these are truly the “stuff” of spirit.

When I observe others reaching inside of themselves and giving birth to such radiant parts of themselves– whether it be in the form of words, gold, or a cotton-rayon blend– I am genuinely moved to do what we all surely came here to do: to create something beautiful.

…and then, of course, to give it away.

(And that, my fashionable friend, is what being A SPIRITUAL GIRL IN THE MATERIAL WORLD is all about.)


“I want to find a balance between the contemporary and pure tradition…Because fashion is about both influences.  It’s the current moment juxtaposed with tradition.”

- Hedi Slimane, Creative Director of Saint Laurent

Marie Claire (March 2015)

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The Ties that Bind {u & me}


Mirror Wedge {by Moonbabyyy on Etsy}

Mirror Wedge {by Moonbabyyy on Etsy}


This is not a one-pair-of-shoes-fits-all type of world we are living in.

Nor is there one singular path we all must travel in order to reach Nirvana or liberation or heaven or whatever your idea of true freedom is. But I DO believe there is one unifying force amongst us all; teeny, tiny strands of energy uniting, criss-crossing, intertwining and intersecting and finally, connecting us all.  Yes, ALL OF US. How we  choose to relate to those varied and splendored connections to others, however, is an entirely different story.

It’s like the age-old super hero stories: whether we choose to use our power for good or evil is up to us.

But what of those people who APPEAR to use their connection-making powers to heal but, in actuality, do harm?  How do we know– like, truly, deeply, know– how to trust the connections we form with others?

The answer is so simple, its quite often, hard to believe.

We listen. 

We listen to that whisper of a voice that tip-toes ever so softly through our minds, to the subtle sensation that moves through our core and could easily (and is often) brushed off as a physiological process rather than what it really is: THE TRUTH MOVING THROUGH US, alerting us to what we already know but are afraid to act upon.

Of course, we don’t always listen because we simply have yet to evolve to the point where we emphatically trust our own intuition.  And THAT IS OKAY.  It is ALL okay.  Because, guess what? (Here’s the good news…):   Even those connections that seem to have the power to DESTROY us possess within them a microscopic kernel of goodness and that itty bitty seed will fight for it’s life to let  goodness prevail and, if you allow it… just breathe, and allow it… the darkness will turn to light, and what once was a painful place will transform into a platform for peace, what was lost will again be found, opportunities will be born, and all falsehoods shattered.

There is an inertia to ugliness and a levity to love… and if you get out of it’s way, if you look up and roll back the moon roof of your clenching, clawing fears, the TRUTH will float effortlessly up and out into the world and love– your love, your offerings, your gifts– will blossom into the glorious, inimitable expression that is entirely…

YOU and only you.

{Not yet convinced?… Stay tuned}


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Broken-In Sole(s)

World is on fire, it’s more than I can handleTap into the water, I try to bring my share, I try to bring more, more than I can handle. I bring it to the table, I bring what I am able.

 -Sarah Mclachlan, “World on Fire”

It’s been nearly 7 (count ‘em SEVEN) months since I’ve blogged. What the F*$K?!  That’s fo’sho no way to acquire a readership, now is it?  So what’s been stopping me?

The truth is: I was paralyzed; by my fears, by my demons, by that special sort of genetically-gifted, environmentally-induced, personally-indulged-in depression so many of us experience. Sure I said F-you to the other big “F” (read:”Failure”) in my last post, and I meant it.  But man, if I have ever felt as though I were literally frozen in time, unable to lift one heavy foot in front of the other, it was earlier this year.

 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. 

I’ll spare you the details of my particular plight (because heartbreak is heartbreak is heartbreak), but I can tell you this: the realization that I was experiencing such intense pain SIMPLY BECAUSE  I had experienced such pure pleasure, was a total revelation. And the very instant I acknowledged how magnificently I’d been blessed in my life, the deeply visceral sensation of emptiness and loss that had become my personal insignia, began to dissipate.

I sat in GRATITUDE for my life. And suddenly, rather than lie in bed and shop online, I was able to break free from the shackles of my sadness and LIVE. I felt a flow of creative energy course through me so fiercely, it nearly knocked me off of my Freebird-clad feet.

It was clear to me that NOW was time to feed my soul in all the ways I knew how.  And so…

I went home to LA.


       I  hugged by my Best Friend (who #doesntevenknowwhatahasttagis).

          I danced with a soul sister, the incredible and incomparable writer,  Jennifer Pastiloff.

              I played in the sand with my best girl, Emerson Eden, my daughter, my love.

Emerson Eden & Mommy

Emerson Eden & Mommy

I read. (Gratitude to Stephen Cope’s The Great Work of Your Life  and Steven Pressfield’s The War of Art.

I took classes (Thank You, The Creative Residency).

I did yoga. (Sat Nam, Yoga West Los Angeles).

I spent time with my first, foremost, and beloved Teacher Guru Singh.


The radiant Guru Singh

I saw Sarah McLachlan at The Greek.

I gave back.

I forgave (in my heart) those who have stolen or harmed me in some way, intentionally or not.

I swam in the ocean.

I hiked  in the Colorado mountains with my family (shout out  to Momo & WingNut!).

A lil' Spiritual Gangster action on Vail Mtn.

#YogaFeedsAmerica & #Spiritual Gangster action on Vail Mtn.

I traveled with my loves.

I wandered.

I got lost.

I got found.

And can you believe it: none of my re-awakening included SHOPPING?!  Holy shit, I can’t!

It did, however, include taking in the city and  sights I love so dearly. I spent hours here and there strolling my old Santa Monica stomping grounds, beach-cruising Venice’s Abbot Kinney,  peeking into shops on West Third Street in West Hollywood, and browsing LA’s famous flea markets.  What I  didn’t feel the need to do was to actually purchase anything.

I already knew that nothing I could buy could fill the void within.

Only living in deep gratitude can do that. And that, my friends, is a silent endeavor.  It’s a quiet giving back to the Universe;  a subtle disarming of the layers of defenses built up as a result of pain and loss; it’s an intense SURRENDERING to a greater good/God rather than merely SPENDING for personal gain.  For the first time EVER, I felt I could forego the temporary rush of something new for the eternal satisfaction of something better.

After all, the things that fill that stark, sore space inside can’t be tucked away in a closet, but are immaterial, intangible, often illusive entities. Sure we can appreciate art and design and fashion (lord knows I sure do), but the things that legitimately satiate us aren’t available for purchase.

Now..because I am HUMAN… And a total GIRL… There was- eek!!– ONE pair of boots I discover this summer in Colorado that did a damn good job at tempting me into believing that they absolutely contained all of life’s happiness and surely, if I couldn’t bear a 2nd child or publish another book at the rate I’d planned, THESE would make me happy! Right?!! Right?!!

boots by Golden Goose

boots by Golden Goose

I loved these boots immediately because they were already worn and broken in; not stiff and stifling like other cowboy boots I’d seen. After glaring, glossy-eyed over them for a several minutes and dreaming of them for several nights, it occurred to me: gorgeous as they are, I don’t need to spend my lifeblood to purchase boots someone (or something) else has worn in.  I got enough step in me to break-in my own soles, thank you very much.

We all have our own path we must walk.  And sometimes, sure, if you’re living in this material world, it will involve indulging in whatever toy or treasure it is that you desire.  Thing is, I don’t care if you wear socks with your sandals or sport $1500 Louis Vuitton rocks-stud stilettos.  What matters is that you walk the path that’s right for you.

If you want to embrace this one short minute here on earth kindly, gently, sole-fully, I ask you: what do YOU need to do to reawaken that dormant energy resting quietly at the base of your spine (that’s chakra-speak for all you non-yogis)? Or, in other words, what do you need to do to INSPIRE YOURSELF?  Carl Jung said: “The shoe that fits one person pinches another; there is no recipe for living that suits all cases.”  So I’m thinking, for now, or at least until it gets cold, let’s just go barefoot.  That way, we can each walk our own path- together.

I know you’re spent.  I know you’re skeptical.  I also know you’re not alone.

Walk with me, won’t you?



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Sole Success (???)


Easy to spout the above sort of optimistic, aint-nothun’ gonna stop me, I-am-woman-hear-me-roar type quotations when you’re killin’ it, right?

But what about when you’re not doing so well? What about when you LITERALLY. JUST. FAILED? And you feel like shit about it?

I’d like to think of myself as spiritual enough to rise above the illusory opinions of the corporeal realm; philosophical enough to understand that, like all else, failure is merely perspective; and bold enough to get back up on the horse and journey on until I reach my desired destination.

But recently, when I learned that the publisher of my first book, Um, LikeOM: A Girl Goddesses Guide to Yoga, rejected the manuscript for my 2nd book and first work of fiction, I didn’t smile the knowing smile of an enlightened soul who is aware that ‘every moment is a chance to begin anew’ and all the other psycho-spiritual bullshit that floods my inbox, social media lists, and own personal mental chattering.   No, I didn’t take a deep breath, knowing that all would ultimately work out in my favor.  What did I do? I froze.

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.



See, because, the thing is, although I’ve been a practicing yogi for nearly two decades now, despite a deep devotion to my spiritual center, at the end of the day, I am nothing more than a plain ole human being. Oh! And, added bonus:  I’m a girl (which means that I am, admittedly, a bit more physiologically prone to wildly fluctuating moods and emotions.  Damn hormones).  I simply do not recover as quickly as I’d like to from a blow to the ego.

I wrote and sold my first book to my dream publisher, Little, Brown and Co.  And I’m deeply grateful  for such incredible success- a veritable dream come true– and so early on in my career.  But I can’t hold on to that single achievement forever.  And I don’t believe in clinging to the past or remaining stagnant.  Like most, I want to continue to grow, to succeed, to expand in both consciousness and craft.

Thus, after hearing the rejection of what can only be described as the birth of my second child (albeit a literary one), all I could do was sit, stunned before a blank screen, wondering if ANYONE, EVER would want to publish the work I’d spent the last three years birthing at home, sans pain meds.

Intellectually, I knew that beating myself up was counterproductive, but emotionally, I felt drained. But as my beloved yoga teacher, Guru Singh always says: there is no way out; only through. So beyond simply having faith in the Universe’s larger plans for me and my work, the thing I most needed to do to cure my writers block was, ironically, enough, to sit my butt down and WRITE.

Unfortunately, somewhere between turning my computer on and logging online, I got distracted by these:


vintage tie dye cowboy kicks

vintage tie dye cowboy kicks

Rather than dealing head and heart on with my internal demons, instead of facing the glaring, empty white screen before me, I chose more colorful pages (namely, shopbop and revolve clothingto distract me from the real work at hand, my soul’s work.   

I couldn’t help myself. With the amniotic fluid of my creative womb seemingly sucked dry by the birth of my book baby– a baby that was now resting in the precarious hands of various editors at unknown publishers, awaiting approval of its existence,  I literally felt I had nothing to offer the page.But oh, how the page had something– a lot of things– to offer me. And so I shopped. Against my better judgement, I made monetary purchases where what I really needed to be investing in was my own life’s mission.

I drooled over Jacquie Aiche and Jennifer Meyer jewels!  I nearly pressed “purchase” on new pairs of Calleen Cordero and Sam Edelman spring sandals!  With the mere click of a mouse, glorious healing malas and material masks of all kinds could be mine!

Of course, being a Spiritual Girl in a Material World, I KNEW this frivolity was not the way to free myself from the bonds of creative stagnancy.  I was well aware that shopping was pure distraction, procrastination; an attempt to fill a space that could only and would only be filled by creating and giving forth.  Thankfully, my higher consciousness (and a good dose of inspiration) won out and my shopping binge was more of the visual sort, than an actual spending frenzy. 

There is a lesson in all of this, I suppose, which is to forgive myself for a completely healthy need for distraction, for placing material goods over a greater spiritual cause.  And if you know me, then you know I sure do appreciate the artistry of the sartorial set. In other words, I love me some new clothes.  But ultimately, HAVING MORE falls way short of actually CREATING MORE.  





Still, knowing what I had to do and actually doing it are two disparate things. I still felt stuck, like I had nothing to say.  Or, if I did have something to say, it had already been said a million times before.  And then I happened upon this: 31 Magic Quotes to Summon Your Creative Genius. 

It is a post curated and created by Ms. Balt whose site “Creative Rehab” was exactly where I needed to be for a nice, long stint.

I dare you to visit and not be inspired into recovery.

I still had other publishers I have yet to hear back from, so in the meantime, I was determined to get something, anything down onto the page.  And the moment I fully committed myself to reigniting the fire burning within, I happened upon this incredible work of art, a book by Stephen Cope, Senior Scholar-in-Residence at the Kripalu Center in Lenox, Massachusetts: The Great Work of Your Life: A Guide for the Journey to Your True Calling.

There’s nothing like reading something and feeling as though it was written specifically for you. (Mr. Cope, did you write this for me?! Cause I’m pretty sure you did and I can’t wait to meet you one day in the flesh).
And in one more act of synchronicity, the very evening I discovered Mr. Cope’s great tome, I  happened upon a PBS special on JD Salinger, whose iconic Cather in the Rye was said to have been turned down by several publishers before ultimately being published by, yes… Little, Brown, and Company!


Obviously, I’m no JD Salinger.  I mean, maybe in terms of my left-of-center spiritual beliefs and an unfortunate aversion towards the social set, but literally prowess?  Eh, not so much. Still, I took this as a sign.  Salinger had been rejected.  So had Alice Walker, Ayn Rand, Jack Kerouac, Norman Mailer, George Orwell, Sylvia Plath, John Grisham, F.Scott Fitzgerald, and on and on and on…  

And that’s when it hit me: I’m going to write about failing.  How we all do it.  How it feels like a pain worse than death.  But how we have to keep on keepin’ on, even so. While I wait for more “No’s” to roll on in from publishers, while I wait for that ONE enchanted “YES” (because all it takes is ONE), I’m going to blog about the pain of rejection. About how that pain becomes a block, and that block makes your life a living hell, and the only way to escape that hell is to  do the thing you think you cannot do.

So I end with this: “F  you, Failure!” You’re not going to stop me. I’m going back to listening to all my psycho-spiritual, create-your-own-destiny, visionary self-talk.  And I will succeed.

(And so will you.).



OH, and ps. I returned all the crap I bought online, except for the tie dyed boots. I’m on a sole mission, after all. ;)


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Breathe for YOU. -Ana Forrest

Ana Forrest, yoga instructor & spirit guide

This may quite possibly be my most important post yet.

I’ll tell you why:  I think it very well may apply to literally every single human being on the face of the earth.

Everyone seeks to BELONG. Everyone needs to connect.

But to who? And to what? And how?

And when we feel as though we don’t belong, how to do we deal with those feelings of loneliness or the perception of being on the outside?  The recently minted experience of “FOMO” (or rather, fear of missing out) touches on this idea.  But I’m not talking about being excluded from a single social event or experience (although being “left out” socially can, indeed, have larger personal implications); I’m talking about a broader, more generalized sense of belonging.  I’m talking about the intrinsic human NEED to be embraced and accepted by other like-minded beings. After all, no (wo)man is an island.  And try as we may, no soul is truly solitary.

Still, the concept that “we are all connected” can be hard to grasp when you literally feel as though you do not “fit in.”

If you’re lucky, as I am, you’ll have someone or something to reach out to, to call home. I have both. First, my beloved best friend and husband who is nothing like me, yet accepts me entirely and second, my spiritual practice: yoga.

These are the things to which I, personally, belong.

And yet, I’m also a human being who, despite my many valiant efforts to remain detached, is undeniably affected by my environment. If I were, in fact, immune to the human desire for acceptance, I wouldn’t be bleeding out from my fingertips and onto the page this very moment.

So how do I, personally, deal with these feelings?  When I refuse to hit the mat, when I turn away from the love of my loved ones, when I rage against all the self-help bullshit swirling in my mind?

Well, I window shop. I look at shiny new shoes and sparkly jewelry and sweaters and bags, falsely believing that maybe if I have this or that, I will magically FEEL BETTER.

Fortunately, after much experimentation, I know without question that  NOTHING I CAN BUY WILL FILL THIS ACHING NEED TO BELONG.

The truth is, all that can ever really satiate the starving soul is found INSIDE of oneself. And it is up to us to learn to tap into those inner gems that live in the deepest recesses of our hearts. As one of my long-time spirit guides, Ana Forrest, recently instructed during a weekend yoga workshop, we must learn to “sparkle up” from the inside.

We must stop accumulating STUFF and start building SPIRIT.  Because, if you haven’t already discovered this for yourself, you can have all the belongings in the world, but they aren’t going to help you BELONG anymore than you already do.

Sometimes the ownership of things is really just a temporary salve on the wound of disconnection. And before you know it, it’s time to buy something newer, more shiny, more in line with the times.

“Hmmm… maybe if I buy some black duck fur, they’ll let me in.”

 On the flip side, I’m all for using the gifts of this material world as a means of self expression. Go ahead and  Express Yourself, as Madonna famously sung, if that’s what fashion is for you. The world renowned and seemingly gravity-defying yoga instructor Kathryn Budig often instagrams her outfits with the hastags #fashionjunkie and #nostretchypants, and it’s quite obvious that her fascination with fashion is purely that: a love of style and creative communication.  If there is one leader out there in the wellness community who epitomizes what I believe to be “a spiritual girl in a material world,” I’d say it’s Kathryn. She is playful and genuine, and truly appears to be fearless (#loveoverfear is another of her favorites).  An avid sky-diver, she does not seem to feel the need to fit in to any one place or time.  I can all but assume that her fearlessness in the face of free-fall comes from a deep inner knowing that she BELONGS anywhere, anytime.
As if it wasn’t already obvious, I love my collection of new and old soles, but they are merely earthly examples of my aesthetic preferences rather than products pasted on to advertise my worth– which, of course, is invaluable and does not have a price tag.  And as my beautiful daughter begins to show signs of having inherited her mother’s love of shoes, I must remind her that they are but objects of affection and no more secure for us a sense of  acceptance in the world than eating a piece of toast does. (even the gluten free kind)


Emerson’s sparkly soles (Thank you, Sam Edelman)


After all, it’s what glows on the inside and not the outside that ultimately guides us all to where we each belong.

The poet/philosopher David Whyte said:

“To feel as if you belong is one of the great triumphs of human existence … No matter how far away you are from yourself, no matter how exiled you feel from your contribution to the rest of the world or to society … all you have to do is innumerate the way you don’t feel at home in the world… and the moment you’ve uttered the exact dimensionality of your exile, you’re already taking the path back to where you should be. You’re already on your way home.

Your first step?   It is simple: Breathe for YOU.


“When you walk into any room, make it your home. Then help every one in the room to feel at home. Remember, you are uniquely you and you have every right to be exactly that. Do not try to fit in, you fit perfectly in you.” -Guru Singh




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Seva Soul

     “What counts in life is not the mere fact that we have lived.  It is what difference we have made in the lives of others that will determine the significance of the life we lead.”

Nelson Mandela


In recent weeks, I have become consumed with the concept of SEVA, which is simply the yogic term for Selfless Service.

The question: How May I Serve the World? has recently become central to my thinking. I’d like to think I’ve always been a generous person, but the overwhelming urge to GIVE has taken on a different quality of late. It’s less head-oriented and more heart-centered. It’s less about what the giving will do for me and how it will affect my own life and more about a true relinquishing of what I have been given and gifted to those who have not been as fortunate.

Alright, alright, before all of you think I’ve either simply

A). maxed out my Amex  or B) lost my mind in some kind of blissful yogic trance

…let me assure you: it is neither.

Rather, what has gone down is nothing short of one of those rare lifetime epiphanies that (we pray) might just change our lives forever. I can’t say at exactly what moment it happened; actually, it probably wasn’t a single moment at all, but a lifetime of instances and experiences all leading up to a deeply visceral shift in my consciousness.  (And again, no, I haven’t fallen off my rocker and I still love shoes).  The shift has simply been from wondering how to make my life better to how can I make the lives of others better.

Oddly enough, I feel better already. (It’s that universal law of giving is receiving again. Amazeballs).

Emerson (the philosopher, and not my 5 year old daughter) once said:

To know me is to know that my first true awakening came when my 10th grade English teacher and soul poet, James Todd King (may he rest in peace with his beloved Prufrock), introduced me to the American Transcendentalists: Emerson, Thoreau, Whitman… And the above quote of Emerson’s, while not yet fully internalized within my perfectionist, over achieving self, serves as a reminder that I HAVE, IN FACT, ALREADY SUCCEEDED in life simply by the small acts I perform on the daily.

And yet, somehow, the idea of having helped just one person  does not satisfy.  It simply doesn’t feel like enough. In retrospect, this is exactly why I wrote my first book Um, Like…OM:  A Girl Goddesses’s Guide to Yoga.  To HELP. To share with others (specifically, tween and teenage girls) the tools for contentedness and self esteem I wish I had when I was their age.  But that was years ago.  So now what? Beyond my daily routine of mothering, meditation, and writing, I  so often wonder: what next? And this aching need to share, to uplift, to contribute to the world outside of my own swirling self-indentifications, rears its beautiful but pain-inducing head into my heart. I ask myself, while I patiently (or not so patiently, if you ask my husband) await word on the sale of my second book, HOW CAN I BE OF SERVICE?  WHAT CAN I DO TO HELP?

And suddenly, that instantly recognizable sinister sinking sensation takes hold : I begin to feel helpless and useless and all too small… I implore myself not to let the sadness of the swamps overtake me (if you get this reference, we are indeed soul mates).  And I immediately know that I must do yoga or meditate or do something meaningful  STAT  if I intend  to save my soul.

And then I find something like this:

“…evan cooper has always been such a huge inspiration to me…” UM, LIKE, WOWZA!!


A gift from the Universe.  And I realize, suddenly, that I am helping.  I have always been helping.  And while I may have other daily, worldly activities to attend to, there is something to be said for the trail we leave as we walk this life.  Do something good for another and it won’t just last a moment; it might just possibly last a lifetime.

Even when you are not actively giving each and every moment, even when you  feels as though you’ve done too little, too late, remember: as Emerson so eloquently said, by helping another, even just a single soul, you have, indeed, succeeded.

And doesn’t that make you want to help even more? It sure makes me want to.


                          “That’s what you are here for. You are here to serve, here to lift, here to grace, here to give hope and action, here to give the very     deep love of your soul to all those who need.”  Yogi Bhajan


 A few causes close to my heart…







never let the sadness of the swamp overtake you

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Sole Surrender


the only kicks I really need

I’m a boots girl.  Always have been and I’m pretty certain, always will be. There’s something about a nice pair of sturdy soled moto kicks that pair equally well with worn in blues as they do with a silk maxi dress that I just can’t resist.

That said, as I travel this journey inward and onward, it has come to my attention that a love of SOLE does not have to mean a lack of SOUL.  And by that, I mean: it is okay  to love and appreciate the many treasures of our indubitably corporeal realm, to lust after the latest fashionable trend, to set aside a fund strictly meant for sandals and stilettos…The problem appears when one’s love of STUFF becomes greater than one’s love of SELF.

We see it all the flippin’ time: in ourselves (I know when I need to check myself when I catch myself spending too much time on shopbop and not enough time on my yoga mat); in others (that neighbor who receives multiple visits from the UPS man weekly. Can you say online shopping addiction??); in the world around us (self-proclaimed spiritual “guides” posting selfies of themselves in the act of mass material consumption.( I won’t name names, but  feel free to go ahead and take a wild guess).

The constant and all too cacophonous message being: If you wear this, you’ll look cool.  If you own this, you’ll be happier.  If you travel here, you’ll experience Nirvana.  And so on and so on and so on.

Let me reiterate: in no way am I saying that stuff (having it, buying it, owning it) is BAD.  It’s not.  In fact, it’s both necessary and enjoyable.

What I am saying is that there is a MIDDLE WAY;  a way we have seemingly forgotten or, for some, unapologetically opted not to travel.  It’s the path that appreciates fashion as art, but does not insist we create an identity based off of that art.  It’s the path wherein one recognizes that if they never owned a designer bag in their life, that their WORTH AS A HUMAN would remain in tact. It’s the path where you save up and buy those booties you’ve been lusting after, but on the same day, donate your old ones to someone in need.

It’s the path of GIVING, not merely GETTING. It’s the path whereupon consumerism intersects with humanity;  it’s the path of (need I say it?) being a SPIRITUAL GIRL IN A MATERIAL WORLD.

Shopping is fun and wearing the fruits of your hunt is even more fun.  But take heed: no amount of STUFF is going to fill that aching void that exists within us all.  Because it’s a void that can only be filled with the energy of service, of offering, of GIVING.

Toms does this.  As does the company Sketchers with their BOBS line (talk about imitation! but hey, it’s for a good cause, right?) and many others are following.  And while that’s a beautiful thing and a sure sign that our collective consciousness may be on the path to saving ourselves from utter implosion, it still has little to do with how we each, individually choose to fill our selves up.

The idea of soulful giving, rather than SOLEly consuming, continues to appear and reappear in my world. A few examples?

Check out Carly Bornstein, an old childhood acquaintance of mine, and the honorable work she has done for Sole4Souls, a charity that donates shoes to those in need.  It is, indeed, somethin’ wonderful. For her work spearheading the collection of over 17,500 pairs (wha?!!!) of shoes to donate to the cause, Carly has been honored (click here to read more). And after the typhoon in the Philippines, our contributions to the cause are needed more now than ever.

Lying in stark contrast to the generosity of souls like Carly, was the near collapse of the world wide interweb caused by rabid fashionistas logging on line, credit cards in hand, when Isabel Marant pour H&M went on sale last week.  First off, let me be the first to say that, from an aesthetic point of view, I love both the affordable stylish wares of H&M as well as the drool-worthy apparel of French designer Isabel Marant.   And the fact that they partnered up to create a line of wallet-friendly ware for those who simply can’t afford or who refuse to spend $1000 on a pair of boots, was incredibly exciting. The problem is not in the  purchase of such pleasantries; it’s in the mindset behind it.   It’s in the idea that, in order to be accepted, or even-gasp!- admired, that you must have IT (whatever ‘it’ may be at that moment in time).   I’ll admit, I myself went online to see what was available an hour after it went on sale and guess what? H&M’s website had basically crashed as a result of what can only be described as sartorial pandemonium.

So I ask you this: Do you REALLY want to be part of the masses? Part of the consumer culture that wreaks havoc on our hearts and souls leading us to believe that more is more?  Do you really believe in your heart that if you have the “it” item or object or sweater that you will somehow be happier, healthier, or holier? Because if  you do, if you truly believe that owning stuff will bring any sort of lasting satisfaction, then you’ve got it all wrong. I liked it when I read yoga teacher Tara Stiles say in a recent blog post:  “My mission is to help others. Helping feels better than shopping…Spending resources on things to decorate myself has always been a silly game in my book.”

Okay, so I personally wouldn’t necessarily say it’s “silly” to decorate oneself– I mean, whatever makes you feel good about yourself, whatever you love in life, yeah, sure, do that. I’m the first person to admit to a life-long appreciation of fashion. That’s how this whole Spirit & Sole thing started, non?  But I’m also the first person to bail when the crowd lines up to conform, to grasp wildly at the illusion of fulfillment in the form of some fabric.  That’s when I immediately want out. It’s also when I remember that strange law of the universe wherein it is only in the giving that one can truly receive.

And anyhow, I like my boots best broken it, like they’ve lived a little, supported me on a few of my life’s travels.  The scuffs on the worn-in black leather are merely signs of just how far I’ve come.  And any desire to replace them? A sign of just how much further I have to go.



***This Thanksgiving season, let us not simply give thanks for what we’ve been given, but give to those who have not been as fortunate as ourselves. If you’d like to reach out, here are a few links to help you get started:


red cross

children’s defense fund

St. Jude Children’s hospital

toys for tots



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Naked Shaky Rebellion

For the past week and a half, I have been doing some serious soul searching (minus, can you f’n believe it, the SOLE searching!!  I mean, I literally haven’t even looked once! Okay, maybe once…).

Post-plagiarism incident, I have been contemplating the more larger issues of:

1)SPEAKING YOUR TRUTH at whatever cost.

2) A culture that has turned yoga,a sacred and ancient practice, into a secular and highly commercialized popularity contest.

3)Our cultural elevation of the celebrity as hero. (Or, in other words, our culture’s obsession with FAME. Hello, KimYe).

And these are just a FEW things I’ve been pondering between kindergarten drop-off and kid birthday parties.  Not exactly light mental fare.

While I sort out these thoughts and attempt to arrange them into some sort of meaningful and sensical written order (order? what’s that?!), please take a look at the blog post that has resonated most deeply with me this past week.  It is a piece written by the beautiful and highly gifted co-creator of Rebelle Society (the only “society” to which I’m proud to belong), Andrea Balt, on Ken Wilber, the speaker, author, and founder of the Integral Institute.

Where I have temporarily lost my voice (no, really, I came down with a serious case of laryngitis three days ago.  Ironic, right?), she has all the right words.


Rebellion, as such, is the constant and consistent alienation from any concept, belief system, person or institution that imprisons our freedom and personal power. A daily unsettlement. It honors change and our flowing nature. Rebellion is our blood while revolution is an occasional blood transfusion. (Andrea Balt)

And it’s my guess that until we all become “comfortable with uncertainty” (Pema Chodren), until we learn that REBELLION of the status quo is the only way to PEACE OF MIND, we’ll always remain, well, unsettled.

But, man, it’s not easy.  For anyone.  And such is the plight of a spiritual girl living in a material world.

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Let’s Get Naked & Bare Our Soles

Shel Silverstein knew what was UP

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. Of course, this post is more about kicking off the boots, shedding the SOLE, to reveal pure SPIRIT.

For a moment (and I mean literally a moment, because my morning ritual still includes checking Shopbop for their daily Lookbook update), I want to drop the fashion chat and be naked.  In other words, I want to drop the MASK.

Who am I?  Who are you?  Who are the people we admire, respect, call our leaders and our Gurus and our guides?  I know who mine are.  And I know that, even at their very best, they are all HUMAN BEINGS JUST LIKE MYSELF. No one is better or greater than anyone else.  Sure some may have more “power” in terms of their socio-economic status, political position, media platform, or, lets face it, plain ole appearances.  But at the end of the day, as my beloved and revered teacher, Guru Singh said, “If your extra sensory perception makes you feel better than others, it will disappear.”  And I believe this sentiment is the cause of so many of our personal falterings.  We begin to think we are better than others in some way, some how.

He also said: The ultimate intention is not to run away from pain, it is to learn its lesson.

So here I am, standing naked before you (oh, don’t you wish!), in pain.  Actually, I WAS in pain.  Now I’m in PROCESS. And it’s the process of forgiveness for having felt robbed of something that was mine.  For all of you who read my previous post about my blog title being “borrowed” without consent, the ISSUE WAS RESOLVED.  FOR A SINGLE DAY, I was publicly acknowledged and given credit for my work.  Then- in a move that should not have surprised me, but ultimately did– the attribution (and link) to my work was erased.

Admittedly, this was the first time I have ever so boldly and publicly stood up for myself.  Pretty ironic, really, in light of the fact that I have written about using yoga and meditation to overcome bullying.  As I said in my previous post: Do no Harm; but Take no Shit.  I still think its the perfect mantra for a world where people are too afraid to stick up for themselves, for fear that something worse or more painful will then occur.  Well, ladies (and gents), this may very well be the case, but in the end: it is only you and YOUR SPIRIT who will suffer.  Because, ultimately, OUR SPIRIT EXPANDS IN DIRECT PROPORTION TO OUR MASTERY OF FEAR.

LEAN IN – Sheryl Sandberg


And trust me, when I put myself out there and stood up for myself, I was SCARED.  Scared I would be trampled by someone “bigger” or “more powerful” than me.  But as Pema Chodron says: “Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation can that which is indestructible in us be found.” And I believe, by standing up for myself and defending my heart’s work, I have indeed been reminded of that indestructible part of myself.

I encourage you, now that Halloween is past, to DROP THE MASK.  And whether you think you wear one or not, take a closer look at the ways in which you present yourself to the world.  Neitzsche said “people don’t want to hear the truth because they don’t want their illusions destroyed” and I believe this is true for us all.  The real test of a true leader is whether, once that bubble has been popped, once those illusions destroyed, will they SHOW THEIR TRUE SELVES?  Some yes, some no.  The real question is, who is REAL person behind the mask?  Is it the one who apologizes and makes amendments or is it the one who garners thousands around them who believe the costume?  I don’t know.  And I don’t know if I WANT to know.

In fact, sometimes I believe that nearly everything we see or hear in the media is just one big illusion— which, of course, it is. (Don’t forget, there was a time that I worked at US WEEKLY).



What I do know is this: Today, I’m dropping the mask.  I’m going naked and barefoot. I’m not pretending to be anyone other than a mother, a wife, a writer and a yogi who wakes up, does some pranayama, a few Sun Salutations, has a coffee, takes her kid to school, then sits down at her desk to write.

Thank you to so many friends and family who came out in support of me; it has meant the world to me. (My Rebelle Society community, the artful and gifted (and brilliant writer!!) Julian Marc Walker, the always inspirational and happy-inducing Dave “Yeah Dave” Romenelli, fellow writers and yoga teachers and yogis, and of course, my friends and family).

I leave you with this: No matter what you choose to wear in life, BE YOU FULLY.  And don’t let anyone ever take that away from you.


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Lesson for A Spiritual Girl in a Material World

 “Imitation is suicide.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson.

In fashion, we all copy each other; it’s how a trend becomes well, a trend. In art and creative endeavors, everything is derivative.  (Have you seen The Fashion Police on E!  Can you say “Bitch Stole my Look?!).  Often, we’re inspired by others so we take that and make it our own. Except when we don’t. And that’s called STEALING.

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.   And here’s the thing: I’m all for sharing ideas and I’m even more for being the source of inspiration for someone else’s great work, but I am not for being ripped off. I do my best on the daily to practice the 8 limbs of yoga, and non-stealing  or ASTEYA is central to that effort.  Of course, typically, this one isn’t a challenge for me (unless I’m roaming around my BFF’s closet, and then I really have to practice non-stealing).

The Urban Dictionary defines the word “junkie” as a person who is consumed by addiction.  I suspect this “spirit junkie” whom I have previously written about in the most celebratory of lights and once highly admired, is simply addicted to the attention given to her as a “spiritual leader”.  Attention is an opiate- especially for those who have made careers of being in the public eye. I mean, why else would she appropriate someone else’s good idea for herself and not give credit where credit is due?  And how could someone who is revered for helping others live their most authentic life be so inauthentic in her own life?  Then again, I guess this wouldn’t be the first time in the history of the world that this has been the case.

While the concept behind my blog is certainly not original, the articulation of it, in terms of my slogan and my expression of it, most definitely is.  Spirit & Sole:  A SPIRITUAL GIRL IN A MATERIAL WORLD was born from the deepest parts of myself and I cannot just stand by and watch my baby taken from me and given a new last name.  And this is exactly what began to happen shortly after a twitter exchange wherein said spirit junkie acknowledged her love of my blog. Look, I’m not trying to create enemies, and the last thing I want to do is make a bigger deal of this than it is.  But I’m upset.  And I think, rightfully so.

The use and promotion of my blog’s concept by a more prominent and already established public figure could potentially derail the sale of the book I am currently writing based on this very idea of being a spiritual girl in a material world. And that just ain’t cool. At all.

A yogi friend recently said this to me: “cause no harm, but take no shit.” And this is exactly how I feel about this situation. Because if there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s that true spiritual leaders forge connections, build bridges, spread peace… they don’t steal.

This post is not meant to cause harm (AHIMSA); it is merely meant to shine a light on the issue of our culture revering someone who is not wholly authentic.  Or, at least, the fact that we are all human, no matter how high up we hold our “gurus” (whether they be celebrities, politicians, authors, journalists, etc) on that invisible pedestal of our psyches.

In a lot of ways, this woman is like the star of the documentary KUMARE; revered simply as a result of her ability to help others realize their own gifts.  And I think that’s truly a beautiful thing; something to be admired.  But please, give credit where credit is due.  Do not borrow without asking and in the same breath call yourself a guru.   Or hell, call yourself whatever you want to, just not a “spiritual girl in a material world.” Cause I got that shit trademarked. *






Me & my Emerson (a poem unto herself)

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    When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy.’ They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life." - John Lennon

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    The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself. -Friedrich Nietzsche

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