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Today the world pauses in celebration of the most

Today the world pauses in celebration of the most potent force in the universe. Love it or hate it Valentine’s Day can bring up a lot of stuff. If you are scrolling through the feed, craving more love and connection, I want to invite you to a very special Valentine's Day Writing Salon TODAY, Sunday, February 14th 4-5:30 ET with my soul-sister, mentor, mystic, writer extraordinaire and Founder of Gateless Writing, Suzanne D. Kingsbury!

This is the mind blowing methodology that I teach on my retreats and online courses that gently draws your innate creative magic out. Absolutely no experience with "writing" necessary. I have witnessed many who claim to be "non-writers" go on to discover a fiery passion for the word and even go on to write books!

Oh and did I mention that it feels like you're soaking in a bath full of love? Why not treat yourself to to this incredible experience, where I assure you you will fall in love with a part of yourself you don't know yet exists. (hint: when you fall in love with you, so does the world around you).

By registering you'll be supporting Love Is Project an organization that supports over 2000 artisans worldwide. AND you will get to receive a special hardcover edition of of my bestselling, internationally acclaimed memoir THE QUEST: From the Hollywood Hills to the Amazon Jungle, One Woman's Search for Enough.

I can't wait to share this incredible experience with you! ❤ Link in bio!

And just cause... here’s a throw back to when Manex and I fell in love 5 years ago! 🥰

I woke up like this (for real) 5 days ago, under a

I woke up like this (for real) 5 days ago, under a traditional maloca at dawn, on a 40 acres of untouched jungle, embraced by beautiful souls 8 months to half a century old. The night before we sang in unison to the strum of the six string, as the kids toasted marshmallows, and danced beneath an astonishing display of stars.

You know life is full when the first second you can get a birthday post out is 5 days late. Oh well. It’s all good. And as I welcome my new year, it IS all good. These days, even the things that aren’t so good… roll off my back like water droplets on a mallard’s waxy feathers.

If you’ve read my memoir, The Quest, you know my journey hasn’t been the smoothest ride. But whatever-wise-one said, “Smooth waters don’t make a skilled sailor” knew a thing or 2. The beautiful part about a path that’s ripe with change; one that takes you to your knees from time to time is that you somehow find the grace to listen when you’re down and the courage to pull up your boot straps and begin again.

Then one unsuspecting day, you find yourself resting on the roots of a Guanacaste tree, and in a flash you see all people and circumstances along your journey that pulled and pushed on you as precious gifts woven together with a single golden thread. And it really feels as though life is somehow rigged in your favor.

One of the many amazing things about getting older is you get to define what success means for you. These days soaking up the sweet scent of the Ylang, Ylang as Manex plays the handpan drum in the garden, watching the rays of the sun splinter through the leaves of the traveling palm at dusk, witnessing the women I have the honor of working with bloom like flowers caught in time-lapse photography, walking down to the river with Saïa Moon’s hand curled in mine, feeling the claylike earth go squish, squish, squish between our toes as Teo shines his love light on us all… well, that’s five effing cherries at the Bellagio as far as I’m concerned.

At 43, I don’t feel old… I feel like it’s just the beginning. I have a sneaky sense, when you’re on The Quest, this is how it always feels.

Tell me your fave thing about growing older in the comments! 💓💫

Intercultural lovers, parents to two young childre

Intercultural lovers, parents to two young children, entrepreneurs intent on being better, kinder, more loving, and aware humans with each new day is like swinging from Cirque du Soleil trapeze in stilettos while trying to meditate and drink a cup of tea with a monkey around your neck. Wait, make that 🐒🐒!

Every day, every hand on deck. Every ounce of heart and soul called out of its slumber to make manifest this rebel yes life we are dreaming into existence.

Well, my friends, this sun soaked life looks good, but that doesn’t mean it’s always easy. Living “en family” with my Frenchman is sometimes like being business partners with undefined roles where nobody gets paid. Resentments build--of course they do, because it’s hard not to think you’re the one doing more.

My reticular activating system keeps count of all I do like a tally at a dart game. Carried, birthed (cut open 2x), and nursed our babies, going on 9+ months of sleepless nights, every day mama duty/school prep/ drop off in the PRIME morning hours…not to mention if I had a nickel for how many umpteenth million times I’ve sat shoreside with the babes while he surfs, I’d own this place.

And yet, when I wipe the slate in my mind’s eye, I see him. Rising at dawn to fill his cup with mother oceans medicine. Pushing himself to the edge of his comfort zone, rising into an inspiring visionary and leader, rushing home to make me lunch by noon on the dot, never a minute late to pick Saïa Moon up at school, playful with the kids in the afternoon, gourmet vegan dinner, bath, story, repeat. The cars, insurance, birth certificates... all the legalities for our life as expats. No videogames, TV, or mindless scrolling... When I pause and I see everything he does for our little microcosm, I’m blown away. What life force energy! What love! What dedication to family!

Today we spontaneously met in the place where we fell in love— the waves. We giggled, cheered each other on, shared a brekkie of gallo pinto. No it’s not always easy, but when you create a small space for play, for remembering who you were when you first fell in love, you can find true bliss in the midst of the madness. 💓

#love

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