2014

Patti was so bright and alive as a kid. Her life held so much promise. She was crazy, quirky and talented.She could have been a rockstar in the fashion industry. Instead, she worked at a bank and got married to a man she loved deeply. Five great kids were born. When her husband left her two weeks after her last son was born, her life unraveled. 

For another time…

 

The night before she died, I bought herbal essence conditioner. That shit does not work on my hair but sure smells good. The bottle stands unused in my shower. Reminding me of Patti.

Wish I wish I could write what I think of in the shower. I would write how much I miss my sister. I was the wild one, the one who dragged her through  the streets of Encino. How I filled at least 10 journal books with morning pages. I did Shakti  Naam every morning. How I continue to chant Nam Myoho Renge Kyo. How I found my core desired feelings through the desire map process. How much I miss my sister. 

Here's My Story

Here's my story…


I am a mother, wife, friend, teacher, traveler, advocate, random muse, Buddhist chanter and sometimes yogini.






MY CREDO
I believe in waking up early to glimpse the Divine. I believe my Kabbalah bracelet will somehow protect me. I believe in showing up to teach so I can watch the lightbulb go off in kid's minds. 

I believe Veterans will get up out of their wheelchairs to dance with me. 










I believe people can make a difference in each others' lives. I believe in the unseen, the electric, the eccentric. 

I believe in movement and poetry and music. I believe in the magic of waterfalls. I believe in spinning round and round until feeling dizzily alive.