viva l’italia!

Today marks Day One of a thirty-day travel adventure. In about six hours I’ll be boarding a flight for Rome, then I’ll travel by train to the small town of Assisi in Perugia. Once in Assisi, I’ll spend four days wandering, sitting in cathedrals, writing, eating, drinking (“il vino della casa , per favore!”), watching paint dry, and listening to the saints.

After Assisi I’ll return to Rome, where an unanswered question awaits – one that I’ve been aware of since September, but won’t understand until I get there…

If there’s a good story to be told, I’ll scribble it in one of the plain brown Moleskine journals I always carry. Perhaps a few stories will hit the blog, but I’m going to do my best to enjoy life offline so that I don’t miss a thing. I know that I’m one lucky duck to have 30 days of adventure ahead of me, and I’m humbled and grateful.

Tell me a story

While I’m away, tell me a favorite travel story. I LOVE a good story.

SPRING! (+ preparing for a time-sensitive announcement)

“Stay close to any sounds that make you glad you are alive.” – Hafiz

Spring has finally arrived in Philadelphia. If you’re anything like me, you immediately want to throw open the windows for some fresh air, and welcome in all the sounds of spring. For me, the beginning of spring marks a time of enthusiasm and rejuvenation.

In the spirit of new beginnings, I am preparing to announce a very limited number of my brand-new Private Instruction sessions. In my initial offering, I will be conducting live one-on-one instruction sessions.

I’ll make the announcement to those on Viva Institute’s email list on Thursday – and space will be limited – so keep an eye out for that.

Have a great week!


not everyone’s cup of tea

I was on the phone with a beloved friend this morning – one of those people who I describe as a “critical friend,” because I can always count on her to love me and tell me the truth. I do the same for her.

As we talked about a challenging relationship with her boss, I told her how frustrated it makes me that he doesn’t get her awesomeness. My friend agreed, but then she quickly and honestly owned up to some of the reasons why she might rub him the wrong way. It was a list of the things that she has worked long and hard to come to terms with, things about herself that she nakedly and bravely faces every day — some of the reasons why I love her so much. Then she sighed and said:

“Oh well, I guess I’m not everyone’s cup of tea.”

Not everyone’s cup of tea.

This simple line struck me as an incredibly loving, freeing way to find peace with a difficult relationship. No judgment of self, no judgment of others, just not a match.

There’s an important difference between an attitude of “if you don’t like what you see, then suck it,” and gentle, honest acceptance of yourself and others.

From what I’ve seen, self-acceptance rarely comes without Owning Your Shit first.

Let’s face it — self-examination is exhausting, and so is Blaming Everyone Else. It’s all hard work.

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“You have peace,” the old woman said, “when you make it with yourself.”
— Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven

the unreliable narrator

I’ve been dancing with a new character – a brave, but unreliable narrator. The story was born after a week of tending to the concept of observer of self.

I sat down this morning to capture the moment when the hero discovers that the story he has been telling himself isn’t the Truth. The wolves he’d been keeping at bay were never really there. The prickly exterior he was working so hard to keep polished was, in fact, shielding a soft and tender center.

The reward, of course – which comes in any satisfying story – is that within the juicy center hides an inner strength yet to be revealed. The game is up, the wolves can go home, and the hero goes back to playing Words With Friends … or whatever it is that heroes do during the off season.

When you are already in Detroit, you don’t have to take a bus to get there. – Ram Dass

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The she-wolf bared her fangs and snapped at the queen, rearing up on hind legs. “Be gone, demon!” the queen shouted, and gave a final blow. When the branch hit the wolf, the creature let out a piercing howl and changed into a thick cloud of mist. Before the queen’s eyes, the mist reformed itself into the figure of a young maiden – it was her daughter, Padma.

“Daughter!” the queen cried. “How is it that you have come to be here among all of these wolves?”

Padma smiled. “The wolves are my friends, and the forest is my home.”

That was when the queen understood. The flower of which Rama had spoken was her treasured Padma.

– excerpt from Leigh Hopkins’ book, copyright 2015

a love letter for tough times

This is not a test.

You are not being tested.

No one is keeping score.

You are the expert and the architect;
a loving co-collaborator with the Divine
in a breathtaking play in which you are the star.

You’re head writer, producer, backer and director.
You cry at the sad parts and cheer with the audience
whenever you walk on stage.

Each morning, you oversee character development,
you consider and deliver the punchlines,
you get all the jokes.

You embrace feedback and revel in rewrites.

You scribble down plot twists on the back of your hand because you intimately understand that your character is shaped through adversity, and you thrive the most when you’re wide awake.

This is simply one moment among many in your life’s best work.

Live it like you own it.
Live it like you love it.
Love it with every breath.

This is not a test.

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when people ask me

How do you do it?
how do you
again, and
do it

I tell them honestly: I don’t know.

There’s the temptation
to throw out the baby
pull the drain on the tub
and let the water
run free.

What I do know is what I kept:

and its sloppy lover, exhilaration.

And peonies –
can you ever get enough?
how tightly they guard
their dark buds
before bursting open
and spilling across the table
in a gorgeous confusion of
the softest pink.

In the very least, I have always counted on this.

I’m back

“What are three things that you love to do so much that when you’re doing them, you could do them all day, every day?

When a friend recently asked me this, the answers came easily: writing, time in nature, human connection. Then I asked myself: “Am I LIVING them?”

Three years ago at this time, I was running a raw-vegan retreat center on an organic farm in the mountains of Brazil. After a 20-year career in public policy and education reform, the decision was a sharp departure from the world I’d been living. It was a bold act to claim a life I craved. Between preparing farm-fresh dishes, swimming in waterfalls, and dodging venomous snakes, I kept a blog that connected me to thousands of people in over 100 countries. It was a crazy-delicious adventure that perfectly incorporated the things I love most.

At its peak, it was magic.

Then cancer happened. Paradise was laid to rest under a tsunami of chaos and grief. There’s just no way to sugarcoat that kind of loss. Then and now, it was an urgent reminder of the vital necessity of living in the present. Hour-by-hour, moment-by-moment, through conscious rededication to the things I love, I have tenderly, achingly found my way back.

Today – when I’m not running my business, eating, or sleeping, I am WRITING. I’m working on a novel, and I wake each morning like a woman possessed: driven, excited, and endlessly thrilled to see what happens next. (Even as I write this first post, it’s 3 am on a Sunday, and I just couldn’t help it: the words woke me up.)

Today – I resume my place in the wacky world of bloggers. It’s so good to be back.

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