On my birthday in 1999 (a Saturday) I was at home alone feeling sad and sorry for myself.  My soon to be former-husband was on the Cape with our three-year-old daughter and although I knew that splitting up was for the highest good of all, and it was I who had proposed it, who gets married to get divorced?  Andy had been the love of my life.  My "first and only true love."  We met the first day of orientation at Brown and I announced to my whole Freshman hall, “That’s the man I am going to marry.”  And we did, 7 years later.  

Fast forward 9 years after Andy and I had gotten married, 16 years after being together:  September 16 1999:  My friend Rolf Gates had asked me to help him out by showing up to film a yoga video for our yoga teacher and friend, Baron.  Ugh, I just wanted to mope around in my sweats all day but chose to get my ass over there to help out my friends.  Yoga had been life-changing and transformative to and for me and had been what had lifted the veil of illusion, helping me to see that it was time to move on from Andy and my 18-year relationship, for the highest good of all - but mostly for our 3-year-old daughter.  I wanted to teach her that it doesn’t matter what the Joneses think, what matters is that you follow your heart, are true to yourself and your feelings and dreams, are authentic, and you live in a home full of good energy - no matter what that home “looks like" regarding family makeup.  I was excited and committed to being a happy single mom with my sweet little chicken.  

I drove to the studio and laid down my mat in “my spot” and began to cry silently.  The producer eyed me from across the room, made a beeline for me, and asked me to move my mat saying something like, “Hi! Ehhhhh (awkward), you need to move over THERE.”  

She meant well and was just doing her job, but I was pissed. I had been hanging out on the lower end of the emotional scale for a while and after all, it was in MY spot!  And my spot felt like the only thing that felt certain in that now moment.  And now even THAT was shit. I pulled up my mat with a “Hmmmmmppppffff!" and threw it down where she had pointed. Then I glanced to my right and said to the dude next to me whom I had never met, “Oh my GOD!  I had a dream about you last night!" 

(I had.)

Without skipping a beat, said (very handsome) dude replied, "So I am, quite literally, the man of your dreams."      

I love telling this story over and over and I tell it, daily, to whomever will listen. 😊 I still get goosebumps and my heart feels full. It's important to bask in the good and then Conscious Creation will deliver more.  It's law.

When I first wrote this blog I left it at that (the “man of my dreams” quote), assuming you knew the rest of the story, but alas you may not, if you're new to The Academy. ✨🌟💫

Turns out the Universe reached right into my Vortex and placed Philippe Wells, my soon-to-be boyfriend and then handsome husband (HH - now married 23 years so far) on that mat next to me.  Although I had been saying the mantra, “Happy single mom, happy single mom, happy single mom” repeatedly, the Universe/my authentic higher self knew that my Vortex had something very different in it. And I followed the cooperative components and my 🌟 Highest Excitement 🌟  (Rolf asking me to be in the video, Kate moving me next to Philippe) and boom!  It all fell into place. 

Are you feeling hopeless and alone and sorry for yourself, like “IT” is never gonna happen?   I get it.  Boy do I.  Re-read this blog again now and burn this in your brain: I choose to be, do and have anything that I prefer and resonate with.  It’s all about my beliefs and focus.