Pre Thanksgiving Ramp Up!

•November 25, 2015 • Leave a Comment



Hi Guys! I’m here to check in an see if, before the holidays we are all feeling the Attitude of Gratitude!!

In today’s busy and stressful world, it’s easy to begin to feel overwhelmed, under appreciated, and left out to dry. Self care and appreciation is so important, because if we don’t take care of ourselves, no one else will! Even if we are lucky enough to have people who do care for us in our lives, if we don’t take the time out to take care of ourselves first, we can begin to break down, and out pressure and stress on those around us who we see and deal with daily. That’s why good personal self care and “mental hygiene” is just as important as physical hygiene. We need to take time out for ourselves, for our bodies and our minds. Good examples of personal self care are taking time out to exercise, to eat right, and time to sit and reflect on who we are, where we are going in the big picture, and what we want for ourselves.

It’s easy to get caught up in an idea of what we want, being bombarded with constant images of people who appear to have everything, but in reality this is just not the case. We need to take time to check in with our authentic selves, who we really are, and what really makes us happy. Sure we all want more money, and money does make life easier, but the mental image, the ideas about what you need are subject to change when you start to shake off the media and other people’s idea of what you should need, vs what you actually do need, or want.  Taking time to just sit and concentrate on your breath, is so powerful. Even if you are not spiritual, you don’t have to think about anything other than just you, being there in this moment in time, breathing in, and breathing out. Think about the power of your body and your breath as you sit or stand there. Doing this for just five  or ten minutes a day, at the beginning or end of the day can greatly impact your outlook in so many positive ways!                                                                                                                                                                                               Another  powerful exercise is a gratitude journal. Instead of thinking “I don’t have this,” “I wish I had that” “It’s not fair” “ect, replace those thoughts with what you do have that you are so very thankful for. Think about those things that make you happy, that you have in your life and write them down. They might be people, things, privileges you have, whatever, but we all have things in our life that we are happy to have. Take the time to be thankful for them and write one thing, every night in a notebook. When you start to feel bad, or like everything’s going wrong, you can look back into your notebook and see everything that is going right!

Also you can do some goal setting around things that you feel are lacking in your life. Where are you feeling scarcity? You can write these ideas in a second notebook. So now that you have some things you want to change, brainstorm some ideas on how you can goal set to change these things around. Maybe it’s human communication? Well you can brainstorm some ways to go out and meet more people, or save up to visit friends you haven’t seen in a long time. Or maybe you have friends locally you haven’t seen in a while, or perhaps there’s a group or course you can join?  Maybe its physical appearance you’re unhappy with, so you can goal set an easy exercise plan to stick to every week and drinking more water or taking up a new skincare routine. Maybe it’s career and money you are struggling with. You can goal set working on your resume or talking to your supervisor about a possible promotion path. Or doing research on going back to school to get the knowledge you need to do what you really want! It’s never too late!

Your life is yours to create! You can do whatever you want, and you are much more powerful if you are positive, then if you are feeling the other way.  If you are feeling really stuck, all you need to do is begin to get clear on what you do want vs what you don’t, and then you can start to take some action. Taking time out to be grateful for what you do have though, frees the space in your mind and mental energy to begin to bring more of what makes you happy into your life, and less of what doesn’t.

Also don’t forget, if you are feeling off or weird, I would check in to see if you’ve drank enough water, had enough sleep, ate  enough food recently and stretched your muscles out. Check back in with yourself after you have done these things. Take the truly important time out to do follow through with some important self care and see if you are still feeling negatively afterwards. Sometimes all it takes is a little self care!

So treat yourself to a two brand new notebooks (one for grattitude, one for goal setting on what you want to change) some new pens and get going! Your life is yours to create.

For more info on life coaching, consultations  or readings check out my sister site The Mystical Sister! I also have this available on PDF at no cost if you want to share with loved ones!  <3

The balance of alchemy.

•October 13, 2015 • Leave a Comment


So thankful for this powerful new moon in Libra. Restoring balance and allowing us to transform dark old patterns into new ways of loving that promote our peace and happiness. We have the power  to shed generations worth of negativity that may not even be long to us. We have the power  to break  through  anxiety, boredom, and depression. We have the magical right to be happy, healthy  and fulfilled every day. There are so many guiding forces that are willing  to help us if we  just stop and ask. Tonight ,  in the power  of this new moon, take a moment  to reflect  on who you’ve been, who you  want to be, and what truly makes you happy. We inspire each other.
Special  thanks to Spellbound Sky in LA for the crystals and candle. Special thanks to spiritual teachers and inspirational women Sosie Sagherian of Indigo Yoga in Walnut Creek CA and Molly Burkett of in Brooklyn NY. I’ve  been resonating off these powerful women’s vibes and healing all week!

The Modern Archetypes: By Lingering Lunacy

•September 1, 2015 • Leave a Comment


Nothing Ever stays The Same

Up For Whatever: All Access Chill at the Gorge AKA Sasquatch 2015 The Kendrick Lamar Experience

•June 22, 2015 • Leave a Comment


How does one write about their experience at an American music festival? Those of you who have been to an American music festival, would know why this is so hard to write or talk about. Because your not just showing up to a show and watching some music, and drinking a few beers or whatever…maybe watching the show with your friends and going home…oh no…It is MUCH much more than that. It’s an entire immersive experience. There’s the intensity, the literal fear and loathing, and then the alchemical cleansing that washes over you, and you end up in this spot of fierce wonder and awe, faced directly with the beauty and unity that connects us all. There are a billion long running acid jokes that never get old, jokes that aren’t funny to anyone other than you and your friend group. There’s the collective moments that bind you together forever, because they go so deep, because you see and feel so much, and you will never forget the way you felt at that moment in time. It’s beyond a feeling, beyond a sound or an image or a color. It is everything. There’s the non stop sparkling of music and the stars, and that ever present knowing that you’ve made it here, at the right time, in the right place, with the right people. I took this wild ride with an amazing group of people at a personally significant time and place in my life. Sasquatch was an unbelievably mind blowing experience because my cool ass friend group came together and were up for whatever. We were also present, present in every single moment that we could be. We came together in our collective need for release and positive escape to a dreamscape that was rooted in nature and music.

We set out w our camping gear and our high quality party supplies…and we hit the road and embraced a sense of pure unadulterated American adventure. When driving to a festival you must be like Jack Kerouac in On The Road, you are leaving the world as you know it behind. Your work, your day job, your problems, they are not coming with you on this trip. Oh no. There’s no room. Your rental van that looks like a spaceship is already packed to the gills with expensive camping equipment and a huge cooler filled with beer, and about ten bottles of gin and 4 bottles Seagrams 7 and a bunch of crazy clothes and glitter. There’s no room for your phone, or texting people, or thinking about your job or how your going to pay rent next month, nope. You are purely here for the experience, for the music, and the whackiness, the ups and downs, the revelations…it’s all going to happen. And with Sasquatch, driving up from Portland (where we flew into and Blaire Bowers lives) the beauty of the land and the Columbia River was an appropriate setting for an American spiritual hajj to the temporary promised land. The Easy Rider, psychedelic America, buy the ticket take the ride mentality the journey to the festival and back from the festival is allllmmooossst as important as the festival itself. It’s the gateway, the portals between this world and the next. The ride up and the ride down can feature some of the most beautiful and memorable parts of the trip. Make sure you have road music and some sleep in you and money for the diner.

The drive up to Sasquatch from Portland, outside of Yakima, WA

The drive up to Sasquatch from Portland, outside of Yakima, WA

So lets get to the particulars of Sasquatch. The Sasquatch experience. I haven’t been to a ton of festivals but I’ve been to some like Jazz Fest being a former New Orleanian) and smaller ones like Andy Animals Meltdown. Jared Smith warned me there would be alot of Canadians. And you know what? There was. Lots of Canadians. Like a lot. (Sorry eh!?) Also lots of people who you look at while your tripping and think “my God” or “where the fuck am i? who ARE these fucking ppl”  (insert Ralph Steadman drawing here) Not a fashion forward festival. If your into style your not going to see a lot of people that you think are cool. Really the first 2 days of the festival, I was straining to see someone who was dressed cool and couldn’t. Not one person besides my friends. In fact it was literally the opposite. Everyone I looked at was terrifyingly frightening. I was on a lot of acid but hey….As the weekend went on though, the crowds seemed to get cooler and better. Less fat guys with backpacks and hollow eyed girls wearing tired booty shorts and more psychedelic young kids who looked like you could be in a room with them and not want to freak out or puke. Especially by Monday, the last day at Sohn. The crowd was definitely the coolest at of any other show I had been too at the fest. The positives of the crowds though, was that we were the coolest kids there (duh) and the people were scary looking, but not super sketchy. I never felt unsafe walking around. I never felt like meth heads were gonna rock up behind me slam me for my wallet. I mean I guess that safety is pretty typical at festivals, people being chill and all but yeah. Also a positive of the Sasquatch experience, the curly fries were awesome. But the REAL positive…..the real deal, is basically the reason that you came , and the only thing cooler than seeing Lana Del Rey on acid, is the fucking gorge.

Ralph Steadman's The Lizard Lounge 1971

Ralph Steadman’s The Lizard Lounge 1971 or how I felt Saturday night at Sasquatch

The Gorge is the lifeblood of the festival. There is no Sasquatch without the Gorge. In fact, there is no you without the Gorge. You and the Gorge are one, you and your friends and the Gorge are forever linked, bound by some sacred natural law that was unknown to you until you saw the Gorge for the first time.The Gorge is your ever present spiritual flame leading you into the ever present moment in front of you. The Gorge is there when you look up after laughing, the Gorge is there when you look up after crying. The Gorge is there when you softly touch your lovers hair, the Gorge is there when your slamming a bottle of water trying to stave off a low key puke, the Gorge is there constantly behind your favorite musical artists. The Gorge is always there, gently holding you, ushering you into each and every state and elevation of your consciousness. Not every musician at Sasquatch performs at the main stage in front of the Gorge but the artists we saw in front of the Gorge ( which I will talk about in a few) included Gogol Bordello, Chromeo, Lana Del Rey , Modest Mouse, Sleater Kinney and Tame Impala, oh yeah and Kendrick Lamarr, who made the huge blunder of somehow forgetting he was playing outside of a fucking GORGE and said “Hows everyone doing in the building tonight?” What? Are you fucking serious? Kendrick, your playing behind a massive fucking gorge…were outside seated on a godamned amphitheater! We are not inside any fucking building. Go back to playing Mad city 6 times (true story) please and wrap this shit up. It’s fucking windy on the Gorge.



We had the best campsite at the festival. Literally we had cool chill neighbors on one side and nothing on the other. It was just an extra lot where a campsite should have been. So we had our own lawn, (we deserved it) and about a few hundred feet away we had the bathrooms and a water spicket. Also a really, really, really good view of the Gorge. Which as I mentioned earlier is a super important part of your Sasquatch experience. Because, unlike Kendrick Lamarr, we were very aware we were, at all times in front of an epic beautiful piece of nature. And we made the best of it. We were a group of young kids very much oriented on the American dream, and so we righteously took precautions to make this even as psychedelic as humanly possible. Like a group of kids who had pasts lives in the 1960’s and reunited magically in 2015, we sat on blankets and outside chairs (the kind with the cup holders) and made fantastic cocktails and smoked cigarettes and enjoyed the sun and looked at the Gorge. That was it. Just music, and ourselves and our sunglasses and the Gorge.  We were so beautiful on the Gorge, so purely ourselves, un-encompassed by bullshit and the post recession political doomsday and paying rent and all that bullshit. We were purely divine beings, perched atop the ledge of the Gorge, looking out into heaven, into infinity. Drinking a Seagrams 7 and Ginger Ale and coming up against the walls of our own identity, and our subconscious and breaking them down, scattering the ashes into the Gorge. We were living a Gorge oriented lifestyle. Getting up and smoking weed and making cocktails and dropping Fluff Family Acid and just chilling, staring out in the gorge. We became absolute pioneers of absolute chill. It was like God came down from heaven and gave us an all access chill pass. No, it was like we gave ourselves an all access chill pass.


sunny times ….view from our campsite

gorge drama

view from the site…storm vibes

Last part: Long Way Down….The music. Gogol Bordello kicked off the festival for us like ancient shamans leading us out of the underworld into the light. Their pure ENERGY was so explosive, so healing so pure, it set the tone for the entire festival. We weren’t even ON anything at that  point (actually a little bit of coke) but even still, Gogol Bordello was everything.I’m not going to say anything about Sleater Kinney but Carrie Brownstein really tried. Corin Tucker seemed like an “over it” super tired about to retire indie princess that was bored shitless with being on stage and Carrie Brownstein was all like “I need to kick this up a notch but I don’t want to piss off Corin” and that was pretty much the vibe of the entire show. Flume was intense, not great but then again I wasn’t on anything really yet and plus its just Flume… Coming up on acid while Chromeo was playing was everything you would think that would be. Super sparkly and really dancey and really fun. Like REALLY fun. They’re really awesome live. Glass Animals was scary for me because I didn’t know which side of the stage we were on, and they seemed really, really, really, really far away. Our cute little friend group was just standing outside of the tent with a bunch of people in like dirty furry suits and glo sticks who didnt even LOOK like they could even KNOW who Glass Animals were, and that really freaked  me out. I was in the fear and loathing zone at this point. We ditched to go sit on the hill at the Decemberists were playing which was fucking hilarious, because wow what a bunch of like fake folksy partriotic nerd herds. We really felt the Canadians vibes with there like hyper phony Americana bullshit and someones fucking mom on stage singing and then like a huge paper mache hipster whale…it was gross.  Also we couldn’t really hear them, which was really funny. And pretty fortunate because they suck. But the Canadian ppl were WAY into it. So then Modest Mouse comes on with a FUCKING LASER and we start peaking and they play super fluid and intense and we are tripping balls and Isaac Brock stops the show and starts talking about going down to the swamp that’s at the entrance of the festival and hanging out with the snakes and the alligators and eating them and then he starts playing again and there’s MORE LASERS….

And there were some causalities of war as well. We missed Future Islands and Shovels and Rope because well, we were chilling so damn hard on the Gorge we couldn’t make ourselves get up and dressed in time for the show. But we sure as hell didnt miss James Blake and Lana Del Rey. Seeing Lana Del Re yon acid was the highlight of my year. Seeing her with my amazing cool as shit boyfriend (who shamanisiticly led us through our drug induced spiritual exaltation that was our festival experience) was the most affirming thing I have ever experienced. I was clearly in the right place, at the right time, with the right people. I had after all, this past year, with the aid of Lana’s music fought for a new life. Her new album had been released at the same time I moved away from New Orleans to California and I felt like the themes in Ultraviolence mimicked my own struggles and personal chaos and later triumph. And now here I was seeing her live, exactly one year later with this amazing person, and Blaire Bowers my best friend and the entire Weather Tech Team on this hill, and we were all up for whatever under this starry sky encompassed by the gorge and unending love, and endless knowing. We were all really special and unique and beautiful and funny and natural born entertainers and it was like we were exploding out of ourselves, full of life and jokes and fervor, and happiness and knowing and not knowing all at the same time, and Lana, Lana was the climax. She was ascended, she was re birthed in white on stage. She had been where I had been and she was elegantly sharing her triumph and glory with me, with all of us. She stops mid set playing her own songs to gracefully sit and take center stage to play Chelsea Hotel  (unexpected surprise) and then she closes with Off to the Races, and there’s this huge video of scattered and abrupt old images, images of women from the 50’s dancing, and lights and stock footage of America and New York City and its cut so fast, and there’s so much urgency, its in her voice and on stage and in the lights and I realize through her art Lana is mimicking a psychotic experience. And I feel that, because I’ve had that, and Lana gets me, she understands and I understand her, and there’s a beautiful sacred symbiosis. She is the best performer of our generation for those that know. She is a lost American angel, the goddess that went down into the underworld and rose back to this world with the white light to deliver the gift of her transmuted pain into the hands of those that are listening. She glamorous and humble and hurt, but a warrior and a princess and a muse. And she’s telling me that we can do the same, she’s telling me, urging me to translate life into art, but she is the queen and that performance took me out of my head. I was sitting on the vista of a whole new era in my life, the wind wipping my hair, Lana Del Rey gleaming and beckoning from the stage that the pain was over and life full of fun was beginning. A life where I could be free to be me, to be inspired and inspire others, a life of music and art.  As Blaire said “Lana is an understood, she’s a part of us and every other young woman who feels what she feels”

So after that James Blake was pretty casual. But super psychedelic and great, because its James Blake and it was just great.

So by the last day, we made it out before nightfall to the gorge to see Tame Impala. Which was the grand psychedelic culmination of the fest. Everyone was dressed with a tinge of the 60’s and everything had that sun setting and good vibes kind of glow to it. The scariness had been watered down, eradicated, swallowed into the Gorge. Now all that was left was people like us, young people with passion and tact, spirit and fashion sense. It just felt different. And we went up one last time and prepared ourselves for Sohn, Run the Jewels and Kendrick Lamarr.

Walking into the “EDM” ish tent at Sasquatch (i forget the name) and waiting for Sohn was like coming in for a landing on a planet that ruled and that you totally missed. Finally there was cool people, people with fashion ideals that I recognized, and admired even. After what felt like weeks of North Face and hoodies, and the same damn booty shorts, and bad posture and there were finally some people around me that got it. Sohn was amazing, singing his heartfelt singer song writer jams on a varied amount of super psychedelic synthesizers. He was really really good live and I would def see him again.

My boyfriend was watching Run the Jewels while Blaire and I were watching Sohn, so I aksed him to write some stuff about and he says: ” tag team rampage, dad rappers showing up the younger generation, crowd wasn’t really holding their end of the whole call-&-response thing but RTJ just amped their own energy up to compensate for the overly chill crowd.” They were so loud that we could hear them playing on the Sohn stage every time he switched songs.

And finally Kendrick Lamarr. Who I told you didn’t realize that he was in front of a fucking Gorge on the Columbia River but was still pretty good. Although when he played MAAD City 3 time sin a row I thought I was going to lose my shit.

Also I forgot to mention we accidentally wandered into Robert Plant singing “Babe I’m Gonna Leave You” but walked away…LOL

gorge festival hill

So that’s it. We went back and slept, and woke up which was hard, and deflated the air mattresses and took down the Weather Tech Tent and the outside tent and got a jump for the battery of our space van because it had died along time ago,  and got on the road. And it’s been one month since we were all the the Gorge but the Gorge has us by our hearts and its burned into our past and our future and our memories are still real. Memories of the dream we created for ourselves at the Gorge amphitheter still resonate and color our lives. Our lives will never be the same after the Gorge and Lana Del Rey and the whole damn thing and I can’t wait for next year.

•April 15, 2015 • Leave a Comment

For the alchemist  the one primarily in need of redemption  is not man, but the deity who us lost and sleeping  in matter – Carl Jung


Nikki Minaj, the Death of 2014 and the Possible Resurrection of Generation Y

•January 11, 2015 • Leave a Comment

I’m sitting at my kitchen table reading a Rolling
Stone piece on Nikki Minaj. A girl who apparently takes herself so seriously that she can’t make a joke about having a bad trip, but can feature a picture of her ass sticking out of her skirt, wearing a thong and high heeled sneakers on stage.

I think, are these the remodels of today? This is who we are celebrating  as an artist? Somewhere along the line being a musical talent got replaced with the ability to be talented at marketing yourself .  The art takes second fiddle to the image.


And isn’t that the truth? Our generation has grown up straddling the age of disposable cameras and meeting your friends im town to social media blasting our every move, and the ability to actually  communicate becoming  a distant memory. We are like regressed permanent pre teens, relying on a simple image to say more than a conversation , even if that image is bullshit.

Of course I’m guilty of it. I mean who doesn’t want to share a moment  of triumph or fun with friends. But let’s just say it can get excessive. We all know where the line is drawn and crossed.

But I feel like suddenly , as 2014 passes away shit is going to change. 2014 is the year, that for me, and alot of other people, shit got real. The party ended and suddenly everyone was breaking up,going down, moving out or up, doing too much or too little. Crying and laughing all at the same time. The year brought some of our most significant  personal stressors and challenges. All of a sudden the gears switched ,  the game flipped and shit got really fucking real, real quick. And that means that after we slowly  transition out of this chaos and depression, after we sort the truth from the bullshit, the status quo just isn’t going to cut it anymore.

I’m like all of you. Standing at the precipice of something new, something all not quite clear yet. The heartbreak and the pain and the confusion swirling in a dissipating fog somewhere behind us. The morning sun burning up the haze and illuminating the path before us. It’s not quite clear where we are going, but the storm has ended. The lightning is over, the rain has cleared. But we lost the map and are not quite sure of where we are or were we are going. The thing that seperates today from yesterday though is that once you’ve experienced life through the eyes of 2014, a year when for many of us, we were stripped of all the frivolity and brought back to the bare bones of existence , whatever we move forward to is going to have to have be a hell of a lot more in depth and meaningful then how we were living before. Complacency in relationships, apathy at the news, being too tired to find new music, or just turning on the TV aren’t going to make the grade anymore. It just won’t do. The search for deeper meaning has been awakened though hardship and struggle.  The idea of turning your head and pretending you don’t see the racial inequality of our country, or the fact that mostly  everything  we eat has poison in it isn’t going to work. That kind of stoned apathetic mentality of turning a blind eye or a passive shrug isn’t going to to cut it in personal relationships either. We’re not going to be able to deal with vampires who use us and don’t give back in our friendship circles. We’re not going to be able to maintain a status quo with a partner because it’s easy, or convenient or always been there. It just will not work.  We as as an entire generation are searching for real feelings, answers, dialogues and new communications.  We are striving to re identify ourselves, and re structure the ideas behind what a relationship even is or what friendship even means.

And I know it isn’t soul vampires and Nikki Minaj though. That much is clear.

So let’s make a noise. Get writing some music or blog posts or styling some amazing wardrobes or making films or honing in on what’s really important for your future , and cut through what’s old era. Gone and done. Make a list, find some time. We can do this. Let’s not go down as the generation that was defined by social media. Let’s use it as tool to actually say something. Let’s not be afraid to be vulnerable, to express our real selves. Let’s chip in and get close and not be afraid  to give ourselves  completely  to something or someone. If you don’t  take any risks  than what’s the point of living? What’s the point of partying when all those personal demons and undead bullshit is just going to be there for your hangover? I say make a move while the gettings good and get a toe hold on your personal shit so we can make bigger, better more dynamic. We can’t move forward as a collective without first facing the personal. Choose your idols wisely, and close your eyes and concentrate on what you really want. Not what you think you want. Now get to work xo


Lyrics to idk you denver k starr

•December 14, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Idk idk idk idk idk

How your love slipped away
How your eyes get so grey
How I met you I just don’t know
Where we’re going it’s hard to show

Idk idk idk idk idk idk

How your love came to me
Who I am or who I’ll be
The decisions  we make in life
Can start or stop our strife

Idk baby baby baby idk

How your love slipped away
How your eyes get so grey
I’m so tired please take me home
I’m so tired of being alone

Idk baby baby baby idk

It’s therapy for u and me
It’s therapy what u said to me
I’m so sorry I can’t be here
I’m so sorry I’m never near

Idk idk idk idk idk

Don’t know  your name
Just know your face
Don’t know your name just know  this place
And it has driven me so far
I feel just like a burnt out star

Idk idk idk idk idk baby ,  idk 


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