Meditating in High Heels


Recently I headed back home to New York City for a very special event. Jo Weldon, the woman who first taught me how to fan dance and founder of the New York School of Burlesque, wrote a new book called “Fierce: The History of Leopard Print.” Jo was doing a book signing and a burlesque show with some of my favorite performers of all time. I knew I had to be there, so I packed up my leopard velvet fascinator and hit the road.

Being back in the city after a long absence quenched my senses in a way I didn’t even know they were thirsting.  I zoomed in and out of the streets of Soho wearing a vintage black wiggle dress and bright white Keds. Femme Fatale on my body, Chantilly lace on my feet.

As I neared Crosby street where the event was being held, I pulled over to switch my footwear to something a bit more elegant. With pointed toes I slid my feet into a pair of camel colored, suede, T-Strap stilettos. These were really more of a sitting shoe, but I felt confident I could handle the half block walk to my destination.

I steadily strode the short distance to the show, but when I arrived, all I saw was a long row of garage doors. I pulled out my ticket. The event was being held at 126 Crosby St. I was at 26 Crosby street.


It was just far enough to make walking in stilettos painful, but not far enough to warrant another shoe change. So I began my 4 block journey to the correct address.

When distance walking in stilettos you just want to get it over with, so my strategy is usually to walk at a brisk pace. But after just two minutes I was entering the red zone; pinched toes and burning in the pads of my feet – so I slowed everything WAY down.

I noticed things I never would have seen had I kept my blinders on with the Scissor Sisters blasting in my ear buds. Faces, places, colors and moments that would normally have escaped my tunnel vision snapped into 20/20 clarity. The fast moving city which holds herself like a tight bud began to soften and bloom around me.

When I finally arrived at the show, I was relaxed, open, and grounded. Because my nervous system had been tended to, I was able to enjoy the show from a state of total receptivity, the way a hungry five year-old devours a chocolate chip cookie.

May this be a reminder dear one, that you can meditate anywhere, even in high heels. (click to tweet)

And that any experience can be savored more deeply through surrendering to the miracle of your senses.

Strutting and Savoring,





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Preparing the Guest Room for God

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For a little over a year now, every single day, I have meditated. Sometimes it’s 5 minutes, sometimes it’s 20, but I can say with conviction that meditation has been become a fixed part of my life.

Meditation is a squirrely business. Like all good spiritual practices, just when you think you’ve got it figured out, you realize you have no idea what you’re doing.

I begin my meditation with prayer, and in that prayer I tell my higher power that I am open to any downloads and insights that want to come through in that time.

But the other day as I was sitting there, I noticed that a part of me was secretly calling out “Yup! Open for business over here! Any downloads you want to give me God. Anytime. I’m READY. Just lay it on me.”

And I humbly I realized that once again, I had adorably missed the point.

In declaring my readiness, what I was really doing was setting up the expectation that if I was gonna meditate, I had better be getting something out of it.

But making sure divine messages get through exactly when I want them is not my job. My job is just to make sure the guest room is ready.

When a guest is comes to visit, I wash the sheets, elegantly fold the towels, and place fresh flowers on the bedside table in preparation. This ritual is something I have almost total control over. What I do NOT have control over is the timing in which my guest arrives.

And so it is with meditation. In meditation, I am clearing the space in my mind for the divine to enter in its own time. Those insights may happen in the moment of meditation, or later when I’m driving down the highway, scrambling eggs for breakfast or putting rollers in my hair.

Just like guests are more likely to visit when they know there is a place to stay, strokes of divine inspiration are more likely to be heard when the space of quiet has been cleared.

Silent meditation is one of the ways I make space to hear the divine more clearly. Hiking in the woods, dancing, enjoying my body through the senses, are just a few others.

What works for you? I’d love to hear your list in the comments!

With Chocolates on the Pillow,




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Meditation For Zesty Babes

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We know know that meditation has a myriad of benefits: clearer thinking, lower stress levels, more presence, better sleep…even better sex!

So how come it’s so hard to keep up a meditation practice?

For most of my life I detested the practice of meditation, quite righteously.

The singing bowls, the seriousness, the monotone voices…UGH! Nothing could make me want to throw on a shimmy belt and tap shoes faster. And I don’t even tap dance.

But you know what they say – when you resist something with that much force, it probably means there’s a diamond waiting to be revealed if you just loosen up the squeeze.

When I found my own way with meditation through a practice that honored my need for pleasure, sensuality, embodiment and beauty; I completely changed my tune.

As a result I am more calm, present, and GENUINELY happy than ever before in my life. I am able to hang in there and not run away during tough times, and I am able to notice beauty and grace in places I’ve never noticed it before.

Plain and simple, presence is power. (click to tweet)

Most meditation traditions began as a way to navigate a masculine, monastic life of obedience, poverty and chastity.

As a zesty babe with an active life, sitting for half an hour in total silence may just not be your jam.

It’s time to practice meditation through a more feminine lens, in a way that works for your body and your life.

Every Wednesday in March at 1pm ET, I will be leading a free 20 minute meditation for zesty babes just like you. These calls will leave you feeling relaxed, refreshed, and best of all, more present to all the beauty and pleasure life has to offer.

The calls will be recorded, so at the end you will receive a total of four meditations to practice with again and again.

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A Translation Tool For Your Inner Voice


When a woman begins to listen to her intuition, a very common question that arises is:

How do I know it’s my intuition that’s doing the talking? What if it’s just my impulses, or my fear?”

Today I want to offer you a very simple tool that will help translate the messages of your inner voice. It involves listening for three things:

1. Tone

2. Pitch

3. Speed

When you think of a person who is fear, what does their voice sound like? Very loud, very fast, and very frantic.

A person who is impulsive, again: quite loud, fast, and frantic.

A person who is cynical and un-trusting? Loud, mocking and critical.

But what about a person who is grounded, at ease, and in control?

That voice is usually slow and even. It’s much more quiet that the others, it seems to come from a deeper place. It is the voice that comes from the calm, slow waters deep in the ocean, rather than the frothy chaos on the surface.

Ready to test it out?

For a front row seat to this Broadway show, all you have to do is to close your eyes and meditate. The reason many people don’t meditate is because they feel they can’t seem to “quiet their minds.”

But this time, rather than telling your mind to shut up, I suggest that you listen.

Listen not so much to what your mind has to say, but to the tone, speed and pitch in which it is speaking.

Once you can decipher who is holding the microphone in your mind at any given moment, you will begin to learn which voice to trust.

Close your eyes and do this exercise for one minute right now. What do you notice? I’d love to hear from you in a comment.

Om and Ciao,