For the lovers, the dreamers and YOU!

There’s been something inside of you that’s trying to tell you something extremely important. It’s  been talking to you since you were a kid and at one point you heard it and did what it said without much thought. And it was glorious! Until someone told you it was stupid and you shut it down. That person/people didn’t know what they were talking about because your inner voice/guidance is and has always been a genius and knows what’s up. Now that you’re an adult the voice may be just a muffled whisper, but it’s still there trying to get your attention. Start to listen to it as that voice is your most valuable consultant. Like millions of dollars an hour valuable. At least. Probably more.

In the song The Rainbow Connection, The Muppets tell it like it is.

I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it.
It’s something that I’m supposed to be.
Someday we’ll find it,
The rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.

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Help! I’m addicted to the white stuff

Addicted to sugar, I would hide in a closet and eat the entire huge bag of cookies my mom sent me
 that was supposed to be for ALL my college roommates. One summer I ate an entire loaf of Italian wheat bread dipped in vinegar and a can of Campbell’s soup everyday. Sitting in my car after going into the grocery store to buy a quart of frozen yogurt, I would eat the entire thing. If there was cheese in the fridge, I would eat all of it. Like over a pound of it. I have drank over 12 diet cokes in one day and that wasn’t a rare occurrence. Often times I would keep eating until all the food was gone even though I was full 25 spoonfuls ago. I weighed myself over five times a day either rewarding myself or punishing myself based on what it said.

I ate whatever and as much as I thought I wanted because I’m lucky enough to be born in a place with an abundance of food that I can afford. I watched a documentary with extremely sick and obese people and one man said something like, “I know I’m sick, but who cares as long as I can eat a huge steak with a loaded potato, large coke and dessert everyday.”

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It’s not your fault that you were born awesome

Hello. My name is Taraleigh and I’m the Queen of starting things, but not finishing them. Another subject that I reign the kingdom over is having a million amazing ideas that never see the light of day. I’m also happen to be the Olympic champion and world record holder of procrastinating until the last minute. In the past, I thought these ways of being were my biggest weaknesses and I tried to put my crooked sparkly square peg into a round hole. Forcing myself to finish the things I started on my own, I found myself feeling like a huge failure because I usually didn’t do the best job no matter how hard I tried. I felt guilty for procrastinating and sad about all of the ideas that were now buried in my idea graveyard.

During an intense coaching session where I was getting supported by three powerful coaches at once I asked, “How can I use how I naturally am FOR me instead of AGAINST me?”

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Aqueous Inspired Vegan Tacos

Buffalo, New York is a city on the shores of Lake Erie in upstate New York boasting a 398-ft art deco City Hall, the Frank Lloyd Wright–designed Darwin D. Martin House and the Albright-Knox Art Gallery, a Greek Revival museum with works by Picasso and Warhol. Obviously, that’s all very impressive, but now-a-days something new is hailing from the city, and it’s the band Aqueous. The four piece is gaining tsunami strength momentum while doing their thing alongside some of the top acts in live music. The band was formed in 2007 by members Mike Gantzer (Guitar/Vocals), David Loss (Guitar/Keys/Vocals) and Evan McPhaden (Bass) bringing the last piece of their puzzle, Rob Houk ​(Drums/Vocals), on during later years.
I interviewed Aqueous for the Huffington Post recently (you can read the article here) and told them how I dance so hard at their shows that I’m always famished after. Asking them what their favorite thing to eat post show was, they shared that it was tacos. They added some great advice. There’s no need to wait until after the show to chow down on a taco. You can dance and eat them at the same time.
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How to know if you’re pulling spiritual shenanigans

Are you guilty of blaming the Universe for something that’s totally your fault?

I’ve noticed a very disturbing trend happening lately with people who define themselves as enlightened or spiritual. The person who instead of taking responsibility for their actions, uses new age jargon to manipulate the situation to their benefit to get themselves out of almost anything, to play the victim, to get what they want, to hurt others, or to excuse their bad behaviors. It’s spiritual shenanigans! I’ve been seeing it more and more and I’ve done it myself many times.

Are you a spiritual hooligan? Here’s some prime examples to find out:

  • You stroll up without a care in the world to meet your friend two hours later than you said you would meet them. Justifying that you’ve done nothing wrong because you were surrendering to the flow and running on the divine timing of the Universe, you believe that tardiness and not sending them a text or calling wasn’t your fault. You expect your friend to accept this explanation as a valid reason, so you tell them chill out and trust that the Universe wouldn’t let you get hurt when they express how they were freaking out thinking you were dead in a ditch.
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So good I licked the bowl

I made some things and they were so delicious that I felt like I had to share the recipes with you. One was so good, I licked the bowl.

There was a little something special in mine that won’t be in yours though. Hayley Jane was serenading me while I prepared these epic dishes making them taste even better because they were not only infused with my love, but hers too. Since she’s not available to play everyone’s kitchen every night (boo hiss!), you can Continue reading

The Kitchen Dwellers 7 Layer Dip

I interviewed the band The Kitchen Dwellers where I told them that my favorite place to dwell when I’m at a house party was in the kitchen. Wondering if their music was something to be served at a pot luck, what would it be and why, so I asked them the question.
Their answer was, “A seven layer dip. We are mixing a whole lot of flavors into one bite and sometimes it can be hard to distinguish what you are tasting, but it all comes together to form some serious flavor.”
Here’s a recipe for the best healthy seven layer dip I’ve ever eaten. I may or may not have eaten the entire dip by myself in one sitting.

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A Sweet Ass Playlist for YOU from Me

Just in case you weren’t sure, one of my favorite things in the world besides my hubster, my friends, my family,  sparkly things, unicorns, sunsets and rainbows is MUSIC. Listening to live music is my preferred method, but when that’s not possible I rage it at home, when I’m cooking, in the car, walking about town and pretty much everywhere possible. A subscriber to this very blog asked something of me. She asked if I would share some of my favorite songs in this moment. I find that to be a very tall order because my favs are constantly changing and there are so many amazingly talented people out there putting out beautiful music.

Loving a good challenge, I did my best and created The Sweet Ass Playlist on Spotify.  You can listen to it here and if you love it, you can follow it to witness the ebbs and flows of my musical taste. I will be editing the list periodically adding new favorite songs on and removing ones that have served their purpose.

Are you obsessed with a song or artist that’s not on the list. Leave it in the comments below.

I hope this playlist brings a little love, light and magic into your life.

The magic in me sees the magic in you,

3 Ways to Bring the Festival to You

Me dancing to Marco Benevento at Frendly Gathering. Photo by Kate Asham

Most of my greatest ideas happen on the concert field. It probably has something to do with the fact that I’m obsessed with live music, and anywhere it’s happening is my happy place. When I’m at a show, I experience so much joy. I let loose and dance my heart out like everyone’s watching, but I don’t care. I surround myself with new and old friends. I can be found in the crowd yelling “Woo!” and fist pumping, spinning in circles, performing high kicks, busting out the running man, bopping my head, dressed head to toe in sparkles and feathers, while giving and receiving as many hugs as I possibly can. I smile so much my face muscles feel sore the next day.

In the past, the only time I felt comfortable in my skin was when I was knee deep in a live music experience. The moment the band plays their first note, I exhale out all of the stresses that I carried with me. All judgement instantly evaporates into the patchouli-filled air as I start to notice other weirdos just like me. No one attempts to hide their weird, because why would you? Everyone’s uniqueness is celebrated and honored there.

The hubster and I raging it at Dead & Company at SPAC

This is why I’ve seen the band Phish over 100 times and why I plan my vacations and events around festival and tour schedules. My people (aka my tribe of weirdos) flock there and I always feel safe to let my freak flag fly when I am around them. Not too long ago, I was afraid to let that part of me out when I was at home. I totally smothered the wildest expression of my authentic self and I felt like I was suffocating.

I didn’t go from wearing khakis to sparkles on everything overnight. I like to say I was an authentic self flasher. Now you see the real me. Now you don’t. There was a secret happening below the surface;

My secret was that I was starting to merge my festival self with my not at a festival self. Here’s what I did to bridge the gap.

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I’m so privileged

“I don’t subscribe to your blog to get political preaching. Please stop it or I will unsubscribe if you care.”

After my last blog post where I shared about the new Facebook group and virtual conference I started called the LIGHT Force (Love Igniters Growing Higher Together), I received this response. At first I wondered if I had done something wrong. Was I being too preachy? Should I keep my thoughts to myself? The truth is, I was never political because I never had to be because of my privilege. To be honest, when I first heard Black Lives Matter, I didn’t get it. I thought, “Don’t all lives matter equally?” What I realized is yes, they do, but being the white girl that I happen to be, I have no idea what it’s like to live with racism and prejudice projected onto me on a daily basis. Right now black lives aren’t being treated as though they matter as much as mine does and I’m not OK with that at all. Just because I happen to look a certain way, shouldn’t mean that I have any more privileges than the next guy. But right now I do. I finally got it. I’m so freakin privileged! Here’s why:

I’m so privileged that when I get pulled over by a police officer for speeding, my biggest fear is getting a fine and points on my licence which I can probably get out of if I cry. There’s not an ounce of fear about getting beaten up or shot.

When I’m travelling back to the United States after visiting another country for work or play, I’m so privileged that my biggest fear is TSA or customs will find and take away my almond butter. There’s no worry about not being let back into the country I live in where my family and friends all reside.

When I’m in a store shopping, I’m so privileged that the sales associates either leave me alone or genuinely asks me how they can be of service. No one follows me around assuming I’m going to steal something.

When I’m walking down the street, I’m so privileged that no one sees me and locks their car doors just because of the way I look. There’s also no worry that I’ll get shot.

When I’m sick, I’m so privileged because I’m fully insured through my husband’s work so I can go to the doctor and get the medicine I need to get well. There’s no fear on whether or not I can afford it, that I will have to work through the sickness or what I need to give up in order to have enough money to purchase my prescription. I’m also not worried about not having money to buy food or a fear of losing my job from missing work because I’m sick.

I’m so privileged because I have a car that I can drive to go wherever I want to get whatever I want. That includes to the voting polls, the grocery store and work.

I’m so privileged that my insurance includes yearly medical and dental check-ups so I am able to take care of myself with ease.

When I was growing up I was so privileged. My parents were very involved and gave my sister and me whatever we needed to thrive in this world. That included not only stuff that costs money like dance lessons, school supplies, healthy food and new clothes every year, but their time too because they each had one job. There were times when I was little that my mom stayed home with me. My mom and dad would quiz me in science, tested me in spelling, and got me a desk that was in my own room so I could write my papers and study comfortably in a quiet environment. If I was having an issue in school, they would get in their car, drive to my school and did whatever they could to make my experience better. Going to college was a given. I grew up knowing that I could do whatever I wanted and I was fully supported. Meaning, if I went for all my dreams and failed, I was so privileged, that my worst case scenario was never being homeless and starving.

I’m so privileged, that I went to a school where teachers were treated well and cared about their students (well most of them). We had new up-to-date books, computers, pizza parties, and buses that picked us up in front of our houses and dropped us off. My education was top notch and gave me plenty of opportunities.

There were times in my life when I was barely making any money, but I was so privileged because I had a roof over my head and I wasn’t starving, I even had a reliable car and I still found ways to go see live music and travel.

So you see, I have lived a blessed life because of my privilege. I knew there were starving children in Africa because I saw the commercials on TV. Because so many of the oppressive inequalities didn’t effect me or anyone I knew directly, I didn’t realize how bad things really were and I feel really bad about it now. I’m so sorry.

As I’ve deepened my spiritual practice and infused yoga as a way of life, the veil was lifted and I saw how oppressed this world and so many of the people living in it really are. Even though I’m a upper middle class white girl living in the happy land of Vermont, doesn’t mean that I’m going to accept the inequalities or ignore those who aren’t as privileged as me. And not only am I not going to ignore the problem, but I’m going to talk about it, write about it, march for it and fight until we are all truly equal. If you have more ideas on what I can do to serve, please let me know. I’m open to it all.

I’m not going to sit with my mouth taped shut because I’m afraid that someone will think I’m being too political. My words I write in this blog have always been rooted in truth and love and will continue to be that way. I’m open to hearing all sides of the story and will not judge you for your choices because I don’t know where you come from, what your life was like and what you were taught. You will never find me name calling or shaming anyone for speaking their mind. I just want to understand you. I want to hear you. 

If you find that my words aren’t for you and you choose to unsubscribe, that’s ok. You have the right to do so. I’ll miss you and I send you my love. 

If you have something to say about what I shared today, I would love to hear you. Leave a comment or send me a message.

The magic in me sees the magic in you,

P.S. If you’re interested in joining the LIGHT Force Facebook group, you can request access >>> HERE.