Edward

Wondering about my dreams after binge-watching this past my bedtime tonight.  

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” Yeats Finding this so true in my garden every day. There are new revelations daily, both from the plants and from within myself. #magic  

I love teaching my corporate yoga client but this is what their super cool loft floor does to my feet. Still worth it!

I’d reveal more about this very charming and magical synchronicity except it involves a client…so I can’t. But let’s just say sometimes when a month flies in the window and lands on your desk it’s a very good sign. Frankly, sometimes it’s the universe winking at you!

My sweet potato vine is so excited about itself that it is now branching into new territories across my terrace including, as you can see from the photo, beginning to weave its way into my apartment. Only slightly worried that I will wake up to see it’s encircled my bed in its loving, green embrace.

I’d forgotten that a huge case of 70 DVDs was arriving for the indie film I’m a producer on, WITH CHILD. I had a second surprise when I opened the box to see that although I had one DVD in my possession already as a gift from the leading lady/producer Leslie Lewis, that I’d never looked a...

Real Artists Ship It truly is that simple. In other words, having all the creative ideas in the world may be great but how much value do they have if you never get them down on paper? Or if those pages stay hidden in your sock drawer? I’m a huge fan of Emily Dickinson, and “I dwell in Possibili...

I love this year’s birthday dropback photo taken by my great friend Sarah Herrington. Other than changing the background and/or my outfit, it’s hard to find a new spin on this series but in 2016 we found one: just add my Mom! She did confess that it was easier to give birth to me than to watch ...

On the edge of my NYC terrace there’s about a foot-wide stretch of gravel with maybe 1/4 of an inch of soil mixed in with the rocks and pebbles. I think it’s for drainage (although maybe it’s just aesthetically pleasing). I’ve long had an admiration for the weeds that simply sprout ...