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Reason #24874950 Etsy is the jam and toast of my Golden Girls morning.

Bottoms up Rose, Blanche, Dorothy and Sofia!



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Best Breakdown Explanation on Vedic Astrology


I’ve been star-struck since I was in grade school. No, not by who is gracing Rolling Stone magazine covers (although I did get weepy when I met and was velvet lace hugged by Stevie Nicks).

I digress… So what about stars as in lunar asterisms and blinking lights in the open night sky?
The stars’ placement and meaning bewitched me because I shared my birthday with my mother (minutes apart), which as a teen I found myself wanted to clarify my identity in comparison to my parents and well, everybody. Enter three earthwoody ladies who owned a crystal shop in my hometown where I could buy books on Buddha, runes, candles and gemstones that were associated with my zodiac sign. Like any good rebel, I started researching and found that not all Virgos are alike and that sun signs aren’t the whole picture in any sense.

Daily horoscopes are for amusement, they aren’t a science. Astrology, from a vedic perspective, balances math, science and intuition. The snap shot of where everything was the moment of your birth is unique to anyone else and you can get as detailed as you like with it.

For nearly two decades I’ve met with astrologers, read voraciously, googled and blog digested many avenues of info but once learning about the most ancient perspective, it was hard for me to turn back. The zodiac is the zodiac and the attributes/archetypes are still in place minus two items (rahu and ketu are more significant than pluto and uranus) however it’s the positioning of the planet that has changed (as has my perspective).

This came recently and is the perfect explanation of Vedic Astrology for a western mind to comprehend… enjoy!

Vedic Astrology explanation by Bill Levacy

What is Vedic Astrology?
Vedic Astrology is an astrological system from India. Jyotish, as it is also called, has its roots in the ancient Vedic civilization of India. Some scholars indicate it is over 5000 years old and pre-dates Western Astrology. The word “Veda” means pure knowledge, hence the term “Vedic” astrology.

Vedic Astrology helps us analyze behavior and forecast events so we can anticipate good outcomes for our actions. Vedic philosophers tell us that the best way to get out of trouble is not to get into trouble in the first place. Vedic Astrology provides a road map for effective living, in tune with the laws of nature.

How is it different from Western Astrology?
Vedic Astrology fixes the position of planets as you see them in the sky right now, employing marker stars to identify the start of the first point of Aries. The Western systems mark the start of Aries in terms of the earth and its spring equinox season. Its zodiac does not represent astronomical positions as accurately as does the Vedic system. The two systems are about 23 degrees apart in marking the starting point of Aries due to Vedic astrology adjusting for the back wobbling of the earth’s axis. The sky that we see at the time of the equinox is not the same sky that people saw 2000 years ago. The earth has shifted back on its axis, making it appear as if the signs have preceded.

In addition, the Vedic system has literally hundreds of predictive techniques based on lunar signs, on multiple chart divisions and the like. Vedic Astrology puts more emphasis on the Rising Sign and the Moon than on the Sun as the Western system does, and has deep roots in philosophy and development of consciousness.

What makes Vedic Astrology accurate?
Vedic astrology has been around benefiting people for many thousands of years. In addition to the 12 Sun signs of the zodiac, Vedic Astrology uses 27 Moon signs or secondary constellations called “Nakshatras”. The Vedic system employs a set of 16 types of birth charts, not just one, and uses a forecasting system called the “Vimshottari Dasa” which tracks events in the birth chart up to a 120 year life period.  

Vedic Astrology has very strong connections to spiritual development and consciousness and suggests hundreds of remedial measures to counteract negative influences in the chart. So Vedic astrology not only can help indicate what behaviors and time periods might be favorable or unfavorable, it also has methods to help us fortify ourselves to deal with life events more powerfully.

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The sites for jyotish with computer systems to get your chart are at best, clunky but play around with them and see what you can find. My suggestion? Find a jyotish in your city and have a session to learn more!!!

For starters here is where I play:


The most legitimate vedic scholar/jyotish I’ve heard of is in LA, here’s their website.

Dear Woman

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Letters with Letters

Creative play is instrumental in growing as a person, expounding upon your perspective and fun (who doesn’t need a touch more fun).

KIT, keeping in touch also can be hard to do in a meaningful way… enter LETTERS WITH LETTERS!

Seeing someone’s words in ink instead of a screen just says something more.

Opening a care package from a loved one is like developing film and anticipating what’s to be seen…

film develop

I would argue that few of us these days are able to identify the handwriting of friends and family, isn’t that strange? In the yester years of note passing and postcard mailings, these novelties are something I wanted to extend myself to more and more.

A friend I lived in South Korea with came to Hollywood a few months back and over a long over due coffee chat, we decided to participate in an exchange project for fun and for a concept we found old fashioned but lovely- letters with letters!

We were both kindergarten teachers a half decade ago and so we continue with our ABC’s.

With a spin on the art of giving and an all hail to penmanship (let it prevail), we are sending each other a letter honoring a letter along with a gift each month. Using instagram, we’re having a ball sharing our sharing and treasure trove hunting as we go about out month.

If you’re inspired, find a friend across the globe or the state and play with #letterswithletters too!

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Full Moon in June: Transformation in Scorpio

Today marks the Full moon in Scorpio – Tuesday, June 2, 2015 (9:19am on the Pacific Coast).

Scorpio is about the unseen, the darker, the transformation, secrets, passion, sexuality, intensity, emotions- yup whole lotta lotta here. At the same time that we reach this peak full moon, Saturn is retrograde in Scorpio too!



What does that mean?

Basically, intense times in the mind and emotions (moon) and powerful karmic lessons that move slow and deep (Saturn in retrograde).

Oh and to just make it all the more transformy, add to the fact that Mercury (communication/travel/electronics) is retrograde too for another week.

This is a great time to reflect on the deeper aspects that you’ve kept hidden from yourself and be in your truth quietly, kindly and thereby powerfully.

Check out more vedic perspectives on this full moon on MyAstrology.net…

This Full Moon is to harmonize the energy that was started on the New Moon in Taurus. Themes of intensity and drama will dominate, as a way to affirm and sensitize the things we value in our life. – See more at: http://www.mydailyastrology.net/join/news/full-moon-in-scorpio-june-2-2015/#sthash.RDze7ZzJ.dpuf


And for another view that I found particularly enlightening… through the Peacocks’ Eye:

C’est La Vie Paris

Moments that make you marvel, wonder, pinch yourself- how many have you had?

Make a list and that’s your dowry, your hope chest, your gifts to give your great great grandchildren, the handsome face across the table or your mom when she questions if she did a good job.

It may be due to my love of Audrey Hepburn, Brigitte Bardot, Pepé Le Pew, and being a mass consumer of Turner Movie Classics but my first time overseas was captured in the glimpse of Paris’ most infamous eyesore.

I had to catch my breath as the train pulled into The City of Lights at 1pm in June and the Eiffel Tower was no longer on a screen or a still photograph, it was rolling into focus all the while I dangled on the edge of seventeen.


126 years ago today, March 31, 2015, this industrial pipeline for the sky was made public and nearly tore Paris apart.

It’s strange to think now how much hatred ensued for an emblem that didn’t match the taste of such a fashion defining metropolis. And how many fridge magnets exist today despite such a fuss. Maybe that’s a poor argument, it’s the masses that love crap. Oops!

Oh well, despite the controversy, the Eiffel Tower was the symbol of freedom and culture to my ponytail, blue jean baby queen wearing American teenage self. I listened to Billie Holiday on my discman, smoked cigarettes and drank chablis with the fattest cheshire grin to be seen under the rigging of 1889 World Fair’s lasting icon. I loved Paris and that moment and will, forever more.


Can you count three visions/moments you’ve had thus far that took your breath away? C’est la vie!


In honor of April to begin tomorrow (along with budding promises of adventure and awe, ahem make that past or future wish list)…

Stop Giving People Discounts


No more hanging out under the table hoping for scraps… be done with that!

The Whistler

All of a sudden she began to whistle. By all of a sudden
I mean that for more than thirty years she had not
whistled. It was thrilling. At first I wondered, who was
in the house, what stranger? I was upstairs reading, and
she was downstairs. As from the throat of a wild and
cheerful bird, not caught but visiting, the sounds war-
bled and slid and doubled back and larked and soared.

Finally I said, Is that you? Is that you whistling? Yes, she
said. I used to whistle, a long time ago. Now I see I can
still whistle. And cadence after cadence she strolled
through the house, whistling.

I know her so well, I think. I thought. Elbow and an-
kle. Mood and desire. Anguish and frolic. Anger too.
And the devotions. And for all that, do we even begin
to know each other? Who is this I’ve been living with
for thirty years?

This clear, dark, lovely whistler?

-Mary Oliver

Inside the library at Steepletop, the home of the poet Edna St. Vincent Millay, late 1950s (Photograph: Molly Malone Cook)

Inside the library at Steepletop, the home of the poet Edna St. Vincent Millay, late 1950s (Photograph: Molly Malone Cook)






























Loved this as much as I did? Check out more on the poem’s author, Mary Oliver, by clicking here.

Knowing Surrender: A Practice

It’s no secret I haven’t been writing this year. Since getting my first diary in 1989, I’ve not written this little.

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It’s humbling to watch someone you love decline and them be equally aware of how hard it is to believe what’s happening. What’s happening? Shaky hands, forgetting who is around and what’s physically possible like standing, dressing yourself, body not communicating with spirit and the dance of humility and grace. My step-mama will stop mid-task and look up at me to say, “isn’t this weird?”

Navigating a wheel chair, learning when to step back, being patient and restraining yourself from “helping” was what this week looked like.

After midnight is when she decides to assert her independence the most and takes inventory of what’s in the fridge and freezer. She can’t be alone because she may fall in her attempts to stand. She knows it’s hard to not step in and thanks me for it. I let her do her thing for anywhere close to an hour so my dad can rest and then put her to bed which takes another 30 minutes or so. Everything takes longer than you plan. Taking a shower is a luxury for everyone, especially a long hot one. It’s like having a newborn, a toddler, a fire to put out and all changing minute to minute.

Having kept things on hold after my mom was given less than a year to live, when we reached 16 months I was given a hard push to get back to living my life.

I evaluated my goals with work, my academic goals for my own personal means and more than anything found myself declining invites to attend births, dinners, parties, concerts and traveling. I just didn’t know what to plan for and what my family needed. Would she survive? Would my dad need me to move in for awhile?

This month, we were told she may have only three weeks to live and it will be three weeks this Tuesday.
Trying to decide how much time to take off of work now to be with her or to help with the funeral is the strangest conversation in my head. It’s just unclear what the timeline is.

When expecting parents are given a due date, the birth team knows to be available three weeks before and after. You’re on call, you’re fully engaged and willing to throw all plans out the window for what’s best each moment, then you’re changing diapers, you’re up all hours and again, you throw out all plans for what’s pressing, for a nap or taking a phone call to the advice nurse. It’s the same coming into this world as it is going out it seems.

There are random moments of quiet to reflect, things are left half done and with the delusions it’s hard to swallow the shouts and confusion. When I catch my breath I yearn to know the difference between giving up and giving in, between letting go and surrendering.

Today my parents finally met with hospice and talk about the reality of what’s going on after a week of no sleep and really bad days.

It’s not lost on me that do this with and for a lawyer who used to run a home health care business is surreal.

Luckily, today was a good day for my stepmom but that meant that there was more of a fight to not give up and ask for help.
Note to self from Self: Preparing is not giving up. Acknowledging the decline is not being negative, it’s being wisely proactive.

Can you imagine being 47 years old and having little to no motor function after being an Iron Man athlete? My mom is stubborn, never gives up and always presents a solution if addressing a problem. The only towel she throws is a terrible one when the Steelers win points.

What does it look like to be positive, believe anything is possible with a good attitude when you have an inoperable brain tumor and things are getting bleak?


With little sleep, little time and lots of love, I can say this- the difference between giving up and letting go is patience, kindness and compassion for yourself and those around you.

There can be peace or fear in realizing that we don’t have control ultimately, and what we do have control over (being able to get up, speech, behavior, our bodily functions, thoughts, choices, beliefs) is subject to change. Babies don’t see poop or having to be carried as bad, they don’t judge these things nor themselves. Pride and grace are what we fight for as we leave our body and the awkward slow dance of requesting assistance is a massive part of the process.

Being a participant in what’s happening rather than fighting it is key. Fighting for yourself can look like fighting the world and reality but giving your best has a different quality, surrender is the ingredient.
I believe there is no blanketed clause or cure-all approach. Every person, situation and moment is unique which makes it even more complex to know what’s right.

What worked this afternoon in the kitchen didn’t work at 3am on the bathroom floor last night. Surrendering to each moment keeps me sane, knowing all things must pass and knowing I’m supported to do what’s right, to be here now is The Serenity Prayer in action.

Be Here NOW is not simply the title of a book or something to put on a t-shirt but a practice.

What I love about right now is that in Liza’s delusions she hasn’t lost her humor. What I love about right now is that when you need to cry you can be left alone. What I love about right now is if they need me, I’m here. What I love about right now is practicing being here right now and that everything I’ve learned as a doula, a yogi, a friend, a business woman, a student, a teacher, a daughter is serving me today, tonight and tomorrow.

In honor of my stepmom’s favorite album of all time…

30 Days of Gratitude

Back to school next week! Time for a new start.
What would your day/week/life look like without your consistent complaints? Better yet, what if you turned your focus onto what you ARE grateful for?

Now by no means am I saying to ignore or avoid that which doesn’t feel so fresh BUT I challenge you to look at the little, bizarre, mundane and glossed over things in a “real talk” way. An example of what to be grateful for? Your toilet, your friend who lets you know you have gunk in your front teeth, the fact that you paid half your bills on time, a book you’re reading, the cute boy who winked at you last night, the voicemail from your goddaughter, teabags, student loans, apples, record players, having a yoga practice, having any kind of practice, your dad, your mom, your clean sheets, your gas mileage, your eyesight…

So let’s give ourselves some commitments and homework in a really fun, enjoyable way:
30 Days of documenting gratitude STARTING SEPTEMBER 1!
My dear friend Gemini Adams and I are challenging you to BE GRATEFUL for the 30 days of September.

Just post a daily status update, video or instagram pic and tag it with #sograteful then challenge your friends to do the same! #beinspired

happy people