It is the start of a new Epoch, a global connection between us

December 22, 2012 Okay I don't mean to get a little too new agey, but I am giving myself permission just this once.... December 22, 2012 We made it. Were making it. It is happening. The buildup crescendoed and were here on this lovely planet still. I had my brief anxieties during the journey up till yesterday but for the most part I was pretty aware of the fact that everything was going to be just fine, in fact, even dog gone better then before. My mind was a mish mash of anxieties building up to Dec. 21st. No, I did not have an exit strategy or a survival kit. It was not so much of a tangible "The world is going to end" worry. More along the lines of the general consciousness of holiday fury mixed with everyones individual concerns building up to the awaited date. Once I finally freed myself from the shackles that I created around my body and my mind I decided to hike to the top of a mountain yesterday. The sun set and the sky was a deep blue, a crisp hue, a silent moment between day and night and between worry and light. The solstice felt lighter, Winter felt lighter, and I felt laughter. We then cruised down to Carbondale and attended a party with some of my favorite people who, in times of deep transitions, make a point to give gratitude. We led and were led through a polar ceremony using the analogy of magnets to describe the shift we were in. The pull towards each other, the embrace of 2 objects coming together versus the struggle they have to connect when they are simply turned around. We are magnets, we have been fighting, arguing, disagreeing, critisizing, fearful of connection. The time is changing and there are images of us living in great consciousness, working with each other, giving to one another, opening our hearts, healing, and together creating a new way of how to make this all work better. It was a real moment, sitting in a group of 20 people breathing together and shedding light and love on all the darkness that has sunk into us. There were similar intentions and we gave them to one another through simple glances and standing around a fire with our faces glimmering under the half moon. There was a feeling that all over the world there were similar gatherings and people making space for such ceremonies right at that moment and on that day. We are blessed to be on this planet with one another. We actually are the people we have been waiting for. The end was never near, at least not how we spoke of what an "end" means to us. The end that the Mayans spoke of was a conclusion of an era that we were starting to get lost in. Now is the beginning of an era where we relinquish the capacity to start fresh and to believe in our presence here is a welcome blessing. Last night I saw others were merely a reflection of myself going through all the dark and all the confusion and all the light and all the pain and happiness on one giant wheel. Yes, it is just a solstice. It is the darkest time of the year where we should go inside and gather with our soul and our heart all of the pain and negativity that will breed when one is in the isolation of mid Winter. Then we should bring it out and let it go because it is the darkest hour before the dawn. The day after Dec. 21st 2012 is not just any dawn either, it is the completion of one way of living and the rise of a new way of life. I feel more ready then ever. It feels amazing to be alive and to have this be my world. Thank you friends, thank you community, thank you world for giving us another chance to make this better.

Italia!

Little Italy actionista. Italian living. I can really barely believe it has already been 2 weeks since we have been in Florence. It feels more like a week and yet I am still just hearing the sing song of the language and it sounds more like a song then a conglomerate of sentences. Words gathered here and there but for the most part I just fully regret not travelling around the world when I was about 5 and just learning a language in a way that is more organic since now all of my preconceived notions hold back my ability to retain the understanding in a simple way. We have been completely immersed into the local scene of Florentines though and I am pretty sure when I order a espresso I must look like a local. Between city life and weekend trips to the Mediterranean and Tuscany to the families beach house and to Salvatore Ferragammo's villa amongst the ripe olive trees and galloping horses we are definitely in the right scene to hang with locals. Out of our normal comfort zone of being at home is a like a bouquet of sensory and tangible delights to our eyes and souls in the European towns and countrysides. Not a dull moment in sight. The party during our first weekend at Ferragammo's property was a classic affair of multi -lingual Europeans singing and dancing their way through the evenings over long meals, glasses of white wine and walks on endless hidden roads in the country. We stayed in a the small village attached to their villa and got lost on small cobblestone streets peeking through windows at Tuscan interiors.. It felt so magical, but of course every small town in the country has these villages that to us look like our quaint dreams of medieval dream vacations. The theme of this years party (as they do them every year) was "Western". Therefore, as Chris and I are the only people from the real "West", they seemed to think that out in Colorado were wrangling up the cattle and hitting up the saloon in our cowboy boots. Pretty awesome. Danish women, english men, germans, spanish, italian. Then the Colorado people. As we finally entered real time and weren't feeling the effects of the jet lag and 2 a.m nights we have completely gotten into our city groove back in Firenze. There has been a bit of a shuffle with apartments as we are helping with the redesign and construction on Kathy's main place, so we have found ourselves with 2 apartments in Florence in which we go back and forth to with the kids in tow and carrying prosciotto paninos in our hands. Between working on her place here and there we find ourselves taking long bike rides on city cruiser old school peugoeuts around the city. The bumpy cobblestones and one way narrow roads are easy to ride forever on as you peek into tiny shops searching for Italian characters, which are everywhere. The men in front of the coffee shop all talking at the same time, the painter in the paint shop painting every shudder in his workshop green ( every shutter in Florence is green and underwear still hang from all of them as you would only imagine in a movie), the young good lookers on the steps in the piazzas laughing and smoking cigs over their beers, the baker bringing out new batches of magical small cookies and putting them in their windows, the fashionista in heels strutting to her job at some designer store in the center, and bambinos skipping down the street with the soccer ball under their arm on the way to the park to play footie, the art students planning their nights out. There is so much to see, so much to enjoy, and an incredible amount to listen to as vespas whirl by, bells tolling from clock towers, bikes clickity clacking on cobblestone, and the voices singing everywhere. Then, the food. The food is what the wheel revolves around in Italy. Today we went to Tommy and Vivi's nona's (grandmas) for lunch. Granted it was lunch and it was a Monday. We barely speak 5 words of the same language but she treats us as if we are her children. Five courses, 2 glasses of wine, 1 apertif drink, an espresso, and 3 hours later we walked out of her home. Everyone says she is one of the best cooks in Italy and I would never ever disagree. The lasagne, the fresh porcinis, the tenderloin, the ricotta dessert....it went on and on in a beautiful way. When we go to restaurants Kathy and Tommy seem to always know someone and Tommy is practically in the kitchen chatting it up with Mario or Giovanni or some guy who loves to cook incredible italian food. Sometimes I only order one small course and just savor it through instead of the classic 2 or 3 courses. I always wondered how people were skinny here but I see now that it is more about hanging out at the restaurant and not about the amount of food you consume. It could take you 4 hours to eat and therefore you can really spread it out and have dabs of this or that between getting up walking around and just basically getting lost in time. Some tuscan bread, a vegetable soup, a homemade tagliotelle, a cutlet of lemon chicken. It is all so fresh that the flavors pop out in a way that makes you want to eat less. Food is a lifestyle and espresso standing up at the bar is the lifeblood in between all activities. Even all the pitstops on the auto strada have full espresso bars where you can get prosciotto and mozerella paninis and fresh squeezed orange juice. This is what I call living it up on the road. We had a wonderful day at the beach yesterday where I finally felt the salt water of the mediterranean hit my skin and we played barefoot footie with Italians and germans on the sand until sunset preceded by a naked swim in the sea. We are looking into a week long trip to Spain to get some surf in a couple weeks. We will make a stop in Barcelona and take in some spanish culture before heading out to San Sebastian to get some Atlantic Autumn swells. I glimmer just thinking about this.... Tomorrow is Venice for a few nights and then back here for more wanderings and starting to paint the apartment. The park is long and glorious and provides a respite for us active folk when we need to feel the trees above our heads and a little sweat forming. With all the food and espresso this is needed. When the kids get off school we usually meet with Vivi and go have some random adventure where we do lots of laughing and quite a bit of goofy face making. Between Vivi's ability for comedy and love, Kathy's fun adventurous infectiousness and energy, Tommy's local knowledge and entertaining teenage moments, poser the dog wagging tail and spur of the moment songs, Francesco's always witty one liners with a pipe always puffing in his mouth, giovanni and chiara's classy italian style and desire for outdoor activity we feel like we have walked into the perfect Italian family. We spent some time at the family business and slung some italian fabrics around to savvy international businessmen and actually made some euro in the process. It was quite the educational experience skateboarding around a fabric warehouse while loading rolls of fabric on to a wheely mcjobbies for some english buyer who sells to designers who made clothes for the royal wedding. Bam. Bigtime. Well the night is taking over and I have found myself staying up late late late everynight getting lost in the moments of city lights so off to bed for me. Maybe a little bit of reading would do me well to settle down from all the activities of the day. Ciao, Ciao.

Fall

Fall makes you aware again. Aware of where you are, where the hell your going, what the heck you have been doing for the last 4 months, 1 year, whole life or whatever frame of time you may be working with. It hit me quickly about a week and a half ago. I had just came back from Denver after finishing our last large bundle order of the Summer and then completing the film project we had been working on for the upcoming Nepsa awards. In the moment, rollerblading around town, wearing one pieces, stuffing bundles, working, moving around a million miles an hour, the get togethers, the self motivated entreprenuer. Summer. Always a lot of need for outward progression in the present moment with outdoor activities till your sore in the legs, business ideas, the throwing of the bag when you come in the front door and spilling your closet out for the next activity. Bam. Good times. Then I woke up, one morning last week and I just felt myself sink into the bed. It wasn't necessarily exhaustion but more of a combination of that with solitude, reflection, and the feeling of being full and needing to spill something out before it  exploded within me.  I knew that the leaves changes had been occurring in the days preceding, but the shift to Fall in me happened right at that moment I peeled my eyes open.

Then came the deep thought into what I had been really up to since last Fall. The big goals that may have not have been completely reached took precedence over the many leaps and bounds I may have (probably) made. Along with that came disappointment and the grieving for the days gone by without all the miraculous evolution I had so optimistically predicted 1 year ago. I went there and I spent a few days there dwelling on all the little bits and pieces and I sherlocked holmes'd why all of these things were not at the edge of my fingertips. The outcome was pretty much what you would expect it to be....getting really sad, finally expressing it out loud at a ladies night, realizing then that I was kind of over it and then attempting to find pyhsical and spiritual activities to release it. This is when you dig the toes into your current life with a fierce motivation towards getting your ass up and going at it all again. Okay. Sounds fair enough. Sometimes nothing you can do will break this solid grumpiness that can take over your whole existence. You try to throw all the emotional baggage out the window but it ends up attaching to your bumper anyways and dragging itself along with you through your day. What will fix it, you ask? Well I realized that going to the top of a really tall mountain at midnight dressed in a glow in the dark puffy vest and striped skin tight leggings with a mission to dance under the stars with 100 strangers until the light perfectly negotiates itself over the perfect outline of the mountains. We leaned on each others shoulders during those moments awaiting the warmth of the sun to embrace us and awaken our souls into a new day. It felt real, it felt true, we laughed at everything endlessly, & it felt like we were together in this. Whatever this is. We were in it together and that made everything feel okay.

“When you experience uncertainty, you are on the right path – so don’t give it up. You don’t need to have a complete and rigid idea of what you’ll be doing next week or next year, because if you have a very clear idea of what’s going to happen and you get rigidly attached to it, then you shut out the whole range of possibilities.” - Deepak Chopra

Newport

Reading into my escape. I take some time to update my mind on what really has been occurring that makes me feel this real. The simple gestures that give me release are catapulting in front of me. Long bike rides where the breeze glides through my salted hair, the simple look that Vivi gives me when the rollerblader in spandex goes by, the puddle that I fall into, the football that Tommy threw to me halfway across Plaza del norte and the grumpy neighbor that was jealous that we were in the middle of the street laughing too hard, the ankle high wave that I aggressively body moved while standing the whole way down the white water, the drowsy eyes that closed while I read the Sandman with an 8 year old. The fresh pacific fish that I marinated and which melted in my mouth, the roar of a wagoneer rolling down pacific highway, the silent neighborhood that remembers me like our time never ended, the long beach that I step my foot on and free my soul, my cousin who inspires me to enjoy, live, laugh, and eventually, be a loving parent and inspiring mentor. The life that I am meant to live. I am in it. When I get home and I am cozy in my small nook with the snow pedaling and subtlely dressing the outside of my window I will remember the feel of a barefoot walk to an empty beach, the plummet of my soul into an ocean, the smell of my hair after a long day of breeze, and the love of my cousins cozied up in Newport eating italian food, playing in the street, doing their homework and singing in the shower.

Art and how to begin

Standing on the edge of every possibility that a woman could ever dream of. There is no end, there is no beginning. There is only what is in between which is up to me to create, manifest, participate in and progress within. My life is delicate right now, raw and always new. I feel within my body. Ready to instigate myself to do things and to live a life that feels brand new all while staying in the same place for awhile, mentally and physically.



The urge to create can be subtle or it can be strong. It may have been a source within me that finally woke up from a blessed slumber that sees that this urge has been penetrating me for awhile. May I take even the smallest steps to let this slumber turn into a slumber party with all of my best friends, some tools and parties of contagious ridiculous laughter . Realizing that there is no right or wrong way within your process. Nor is there necessarilly inspiration. Twyla Tharp tells us that art is less a form of our minds eye but more a formation of habit. Pick up your medium and create. Clear the clutter from your mind and dive in like the pool is a giant reflection of the sky and you are swimming in its endlessness. The more you indulge in the process the more things grow. May we all find room and time to cultivate these parts of us to grow.

Love, Fall, Leotards and the burn

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Fit4Real- 2nd place at the Nepsa awards- hell yes.

Leotards, girlfriends, ambition, Aspen, Gucci, Jane Fonda wannabees, Jacqui Edgerly, skiing? What else could you want in a short film? Nothing.

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Bundles of bounty in Midsummers Dream

MMMMMM, this week so far has consisted of wild stinging nettle pesto whirring in my mini blender, wearing a Jane Fonda leotard with 3 friends while running up the circa 1970 par course, bike rides, rafting in laughter down the roaring fork, emotionally being attached to the womens U.S. Soccer teams loss, and getting lost in late night dance sessions twice at Belly Up. In the swing of the a thing called Summer.

This brings me to this weeks favorite things: nutty pesto with fresh raw cheese (mmm, and ginger rhubarb pancakes?) Or the wild Arnica growing outside my house asking for a harvest and medley making.
The leotards that Lula found in a random Snowmass closet and confiscated for our use of re creating the work out video (stay posted)
Hard rains in the afternoon Flowers in full bloom
Finally being where I am and seeing its bounty all over me workwise and funwise.

Summer is all around me and I want to eat it with a fork. Between the jobs and the phone calls and the emails and the bundles being delivered to innocent happy people there is a little smidgen of time to watch the clouds to roll by.
I fit in the little projects when I find time to pull myself from the lure of outside activities before dusk overcomes and sleepiness succumbs. Starting to think about jewlery projects, the loitering thank you letters still left, writing more and more ( this penetrates my brain constantly), and last but not least......brrrrrruuummmmm....drum roll.......!!!!......thats right, Burning Man Costumes. All creative projects need to be focused on a little thing called end of August Rite of Passage journey to the desert with 40,000 other random people. There we will solve all of the world problems for a week.

What kind of costumes do I want to manifest for Burning Man? I am thinking that my Rite of Passage is into becoming a woman and the style I see is glamourous vintage Monaco France boho shiek meets edgy Mad Max desert wanderer. I see it now. Flowy, sexy fabrics, dresses, scarves, sharp lines, confident, rugged, ready. For anything.

Let the nights carry me away. Hope where everyone is becomes everything they want. I miss every corner of the earth and every person who I know when I am happy and wish them every bit of their summer's dream comes to them in a bundle.