I had a desire…

…to stay at the historic Chelsea Hotel in New York City.

To wander the halls where some of the most brilliant artists have lived and written masterpieces.

Where they slept and dreamt and doubted, struggled and expressed…

Those like Kerouac, Thomas and Twain. Joplin and Dylan. Warhol and Pollock.

The place where the walls still hold the stories…

…the energy

…the dreams

…and then it happened.

Without efforting

Because it was in alignment.

The timing, the room upgrade, the balcony in perfect proximity to the infamous sign, the complimentary bottle of wine, the housekeeping staff who knows exactly when you return and checks to see if you would like tea or coffee, who comes at night after you arrive back to your sanctuary and delivers water and a little herbal dream potion for sweet sleep.

The Queen Ann opulence.

The room key with the tassle.

The plush rugs and marble bathroom.

The nudge to check Broadway tickets and finding front row seats to Chicago, when the rest of the theater was almost completely sold out.

Thank you to whoever canceled their seats and posted them at regular price.

The tucked away little Italian restaurant in the village with the lantern lit rear garden and the most delicious food and wine.

The perfect vintage Prada bag….

One of the most important lessons I’ve learned in life and in my work is that my relationship with my subconscious mind – the divine intelligence that resides inside of me – is always orchestrating the path ahead.

The perfect opportunities…

The perfect timing…

The most incredible clients…

Experiences that feel surreal at times…

With it comes the growth, the challenges, the expansion, the work.

And it’s work I will never shy from…

I run towards it with fascination and eagerness to understand more.

Because the work is what clears the old programming…

The disbelief…

The fear…

The stories that make us feel powerless…

And we couldn’t be more opposite.

We are the most powerful divine beings

…here to understand and experience

…all we could possibly imagine.