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Twas a few days before Christmas, sniffling all through the house
No one would come near me, not even a mouse. 
My bags were all packed, presents wrapped with much care
And hopes for warm FL weather when I arrived there.
Yet here I lay nestled all snug in my bed
While visions of flu season danced in my head.  
Oh no I prayed hard, this just can't be. 
Please please, dear Santa, keep the flu FAR from me. 
And in my stuffed head, there began a small clatter, 
The habits that keep me healthy, really do matter!
I sprang out of bed, covers thrown in a flash, 
And into my kitchen to raid my healing stash!
My neti pot filled, and ready to flow, 
Nasal passages clear with one final blow!
When what to my wondering eyes should appear, 
Vitamin C, D and probiotics were all here!
My homeopathic remedies always do the trick
With all of this, there's no way I'll get sick. 
More rapid than eagles, the solutions they came, 
I'll add teas with all sorts of herbs to my game.
On ginger, on lemon, on honey, lickety split!
Cinnamon and cumin will always do the trick. 
From the tip of my tongue, through the system it goes
I can feel the energy as it more readily flows!
And Triphala Oil, applied just after bath
You keep my VATA at bay so I stay on my path.  
My humidifier runs all through the night, 
To battle the dry and fight the good fight!
Warm home cooked foods will heal me inside, out 
And soon a huge smile will replace this poor pout. 
For this is the season to be merry and jolly. 
Spread lots of love and dance under the holly. 
And speaking of dance, I have to remember to move.
Just enough to get the juices flowing, to keep me in my groove. 
A walk in the park, by the lake, at the beach
Are good enough to keep health all within reach. 
I'll keep sipping water and the alcohol at bay. 
To ensure I'm not feeling groggy all the next day. 
I'll get plenty of sleep and take rest when I need, 
My body, my temple, is what I will heed. 
I'm back on my feet and ready to go
It's time to enjoy the holiday, and just take it slow. 
So I wish for you just before I take flight, 
LOVE PEACE AND JOY, and to all a GOOD NIGHT!

What a weekend. My eyes were like waterworks and I could never be sure when the tears were going to start. It was so unexpected, because my Friday started out pretty kick ass. It was a beautiful day here in NYC. Sunny, breezy, warm. Perfect Spring has sprung type of weather. After some PR photos with my gal Kelsey from CRUNCH for an upcoming workout in SELF Magazine, we decided to wander over to the best "fast food" place on earth, Pret a Manger. Or as New Yorker's would call it, simply "Pret". Now before you get up in arms at the words "fast food" check out their website. This stuff is FRESH as it gets in a box. No soggy lettuce or wet bread. Ick. Nothing fried or even grilled. Fresh baked whole wheat breads, wraps and salads makes this place a standout and NYC fave. Kelsey and I decided to try the Salmon and Brown Rice Salad which seemed very similar to the brown rice bowls I love to make at home. I was skeptical about the whole salmon part, but I shouldn't have been. This thing ROCKED and has a healthy balance of wholesome unrefined carbohydrates (brown rice), protein (salmon and edamame), fresh veggies (cucumber and red cabbage) and healthy fats (let's hear it for the omega-3's in salmon!). My new fave. The only thing missing for me was avocado! So we also split an Avocado and Parmesan sandwich as well. Not QUITE as healthy, but damn it was good. I've been in love with my avocados lately and using them in a simple salad I've been loving all weekend. To be honest, if you've read my Facebook posts recently, I've been downing desserts like it was the fourth meal of the day. I felt the need to clean up my act a little bit, nutritionally speaking. Here's the Detox Salad I've made for dinner two nights in a row:

Detox Salad:

Toss all ingredients in large salad bowl, drizzle with EVOO and a few dashes of Balsamic Vinegar, squeeze the lemon on there, add a little S&P and mix well so the avocado mixed with the liquid gives it a nice creamy "dressing" like texture. Simple, fresh and YUMMY.

Ok, back to the weekend. I continued to bask in the sunshine of the day on Friday walking all the way down to the Village, making pit stops at BB&Beyond (my new home away from home as I begin remodeling this apartment in NYC!) and Lohemann's (I really need to get back to work at some point. I don't even like to shop and I'm shopping.) Decided I would get a workout in and popped into Equinox a little before 5pm. At this point, my day was still fantastic. I received a dose of inspiration and surge of energy on the treadmill so decided to hop into the open studio and start working on choreography for my dance class on Sunday. It came pouring out of me like water out of a faucet. I love those routines that just seem to find their own steps. I left the gym with a good foundation for the routine and still chipper and happy. Somewhere between the subway home and midnight, my mood shifted. Unexpectedly, unpredictably. I came home just worn out and exhausted and had a late conference call at 7pm with the west coast. Again, all good there too. No reason for this sudden turn. I was scheduled to go on a date to see a documentary film, and just couldn't get excited. But I was committed and really did want to see the film about choreographer and dance pioneer, Anna Halprin, Breath Made Visible. I begrudingly dragged my ass in the shower but felt rushed and annoyed as I hustled to make the 9pm viewing. We had to wait in line for the previous viewing to finish and I could barely stand. I was becoming crankier by the minute and I felt awful for my date. I was no sort of good company tonight. Finally, we entered the theater and after an introduction by Anna herself, the movie began. I was not prepared for the emotions that this film stirred in me. Anna Halprin was not your typical ballerina. Nor was she a traditional modern dance choreographer. This woman felt EVERYTHING. And now revisiting the website, I can tell the musical score had a lot to do with the emotional stirrings in my body. Not to mention Anna and her husband, landscape architect, Larry Halprin's lovely relationship which is a true testament to what it means to be a life partner in love and friendship. Everything about this film is inspiring and beautiful. Even when it touches upon some ugly topics, such as Anna's cancer.  The woman basically healed herself through dance. I sat in awe of this woman who never compromised her expression or her movement. Nor apologized for it. If we all could be so daring in the exploration of our emotions, no matter what form we choose. It was quite simply, beautiful. While I did cry, I was holding back what would surely have been an embarrassing and uncomfortable situation for my date. I needed a much bigger release. Yet, after the film, I suggested we go somewhere for dessert. Seriously? At 11pm? Why? Was I avoiding going home and dealing with the emotions that were bubbling up inside of me? Wanting to shove them down with sweets? Probably, yes. Although the dessert was yummy, I was disconnected and didn't enjoy it, nor my company, as much as I should have. I went home only to receive a large package that unlocked the dam holding back the flood of tears that began to run down my face. What began as a beautiful day turned into quite frankly, a wet mess. I finally cried enough to drain myself of any energy and fell into a not so peaceful sleep of unpleasant dreams. And awoke with what I like to call a 'crying hangover'. Saturday felt very lethargic for me, and while it was a beautiful day outside, I stayed inside as the tears continued to pour on and off like a dripping faucet. I threw myself into the many home chores I needed to do, trying to keep myself busy and occupied. I finally decided it was time to get outside, tears or no tears, for a walk. My first stop was an attempt to make my body feel better after my late night sugar rush. Liquiteria. Some of the best darn juices in the city. A little more shopping (am I detecting a pattern here?) and walking around the city. I shunned any social offers to return home, clean up and make my Detox Salad above. I was going to be nice to myself, read and watch another documentary, Food Inc. I know it's been a phenomenon for about a year now, but I was just getting around to watch it. While nothing in the film totally surprised me, it is a MUST see for anyone who wants to know more about where a majority of our food is coming from these days. Please watch the trailer here.  Again, another very powerful and inspiring film about one of my other passions . . . . FOOD.  And a great motivation to change the way this country's agricultural system operates. I could go on and on about this topic, but I'll save that for another day. I collapsed once again to bed with a more restful night of sleep. 
Since I feel like I am dragging on and on in this blog, I'll finish it similar to how I finished last week's blog. With a story of how dance continually saves me. I was still not feeling 100% Sunday morning, but the rain gave me an excuse to stay inside, rest, and finish my choreography to a song that has always, and continues to, move me. Breathe, by Anna Nalick. I poured my heart and soul into teaching that routine last night (thank you to all who shared their passion and energy with me yesterday afternoon at Equinox in Columbus Circle. You saved my weekend!) and as always, felt so much better for it. I'm not going to lie, I felt very alone and very sad this weekend. But looking back, it's something I needed. Time to process, time to release, and time to cry. We all need that every now and then to come out bright and shiny on the other side. 

The news of Michael Jackson's death is no surprise to anyone at this point. However, as many are no doubt doing, I'd like to take the time and this space on my website to pay homage to the man who inspired millions of not only dancers and choreographers, but everyone around the world. His voice made us move and groove like no other and his distinctive sound defined multiple generations of music, even as it evolved over the years.  From the tunes of Motown in the late 60s and 70s with his brothers and Jackson 5, to his unforgettable solo career that spanned the entire decade of the 80s, Michael Jackson epitomized what it meant to be a class act recording artist. His moves were fresh and his music defined a generation. My generation. How many jazz routines have you (or your children) done to the songs found on "Thriller?" I can think of at least five. (Including one from "Off the  Wall"!) To this day, people still replicate  THRILLER moves in studios and at conventions around the globe.  

As I was in mid air traveling back to New York from  L.A. when the sad news hit the air, the gravity of his  passing did not really hit me until I began writing this blog and started watching old videos and looking at photos. I got chills. I have so many memories to his music that make me so happy.  Dance studio days, routines, creating choreography to some of my favorites like "The Way You Make Me Feel" (OH MY GOSH! How great is it when he screams "HEY!", stops the girl in her tracks, snaps, sings acapella "You knock me off of my feet now baby . . . WHOOOOO!!!! and starts dancing around that hot woman?) and "Smooth Criminal" (how many times did you sing out loud "Annie are you OK?") And Molly, I'll never forget our days dancing to "They Don't Really Care About Us".

His videos were not the quick edit and cuts of today. They were epics. Stories set in motion by his lyrics and rhythm. Every dancer's dream.

Although the past decade has brought Michael Jackson much turmoil and his troubled life more often than not has been relegated to mere tabloid fodder, I hope you, like I, will choose to remember him for the iconic artist and genius he was. I choose to not turn on the TV, not listen to the news. I don't need to hear all the rumors and negative comments. All I need to know is how he made ME feel. And will continue to do so for years to come. Rest in peace, Michael.

I am excited to announce my very first OPTIMAL HEALTH AND HEALING retreat will take place in Costa Rica in from August 15th - 22nd in Costa Rica at the beautiful Pura Vida Spa!  Make sure you check out the website above to get all the details. 

While I am thrilled to finally host my very own retreat in one of the most beautiful locations in the country, I must admit, such an undertaking can be a little nerve wrecking.  Getting caught up in the 'what if's?' "What if flights don't go smoothly?" "What if no one signs up?" And the biggest 'What If?' of all:  "What if I fail?" The preparation for something like this is daunting. Almost to the point where I've considered running the other way. 

But then the famous quote "Feel the fear and do it anyway" keeps coming back to me. I had to commit to this. Commit to the dates and moving forward with the planning or else I would always look back and regret I never did something I've always dreamed about. And it's scary. But now that I've written a blog about it and listed it on the website, it's official. I can't back down now, can I?

So check out the details of the retreat and join myself and Dr. Derek Abbassi for a week of sun, fun, relaxation, adventure, fitness, healing and total health.  At the very least, we'll all have a great vacation and hopefully you'll go home happy you came!