How good does it make you feel when you experience an incredible moment of synchronicity? You are thinking about an old friend, or an old lover, and — boom! — they call you! Or you run into each other at a coffee shop! You just know you are in flow. And there is nothing that...

We are all so sacred. Holy. Sometimes we know that, sometimes we forget. Know what I mean? We just forget. For long stretches. Can even be for thousands of years, sometimes. I was on the subway, last week, and it was packed. Those of us city dwellers know this moment: the subway has been delayed....

Picture this. It was session four of The Womanly Arts Experience weekend. 950 women had been together for two full days, each of them delving deeply into all of what it means to be a woman. Together, we were celebrating our magnificence, plugging into our radiance, plunging into our darkness, and reveling in our power....

I had a 90-minute video-chat Zoom meeting last week. Even though the meeting was with Melinda Cohan, an incredible colleague and collaborator I love and admire, talking about a project that excites both of us, I could feel my brain going splat by the end of the meeting. Splat. Not in a bad way. Just...

What is your inner pace? Your rhythm? Your flow? Do you zip around through your day, spinning way too many plates, kind of getting off on how many you can keep in the air? I know I can do that. We all get so many points for being busy. Or acting busy. It’s as if...

Here’s what I do on the daily: coffee, stretch, music, dance, light candles, and pray at my altar. That’s the morning ritual. It’s how I do. I don’t know about you, but I do not wake up a ray of sunshine. I need to move things through. Every day. (And then some.) Being a woman...

Not long ago, an unexpected letter came in to The School of Womanly Arts and it took our breath away. We asked Mary Jo if we could share her story with other women, and she generously agreed. Here it is: At five and perhaps earlier, I somehow began to believe I wasn’t okay. I believed...

The single most profound change that I am noticing amongst women, today, is a more overtly shared experience of something that happened to me, as a child. ​​​​​​​ And continues to happen to me now, as an adult. And, if you are reading this note, I am certain it happens both to you, and for...

How often do you agree to do something, that you do not really, really want to do? Kiss them. Agree to help out. Stay at the party later. Go to the movie they picked. Listen to their problems. Work late. Again. Do you find your desire to please other people is an even stronger pull...

Hope is such a bitch. Sometimes she is just a walk in the park. Things are easy, things are breezy. And sometimes it’s not easy. And there is no breeze. It’s just dust and tumbleweeds. And it feels like you are the last one standing. She will test you and work you and twist you...