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Swept Away-A Hamptons Haven Retreat

SoulSpeak Life presents 10/2-4th, 2015

a weekend of inspired introspection, intoxicating + indulgent self healing

3 days, 2 nights luxury accommodations in East Hampton

bodywork- reiki healings, essential oil anointing, divine energy healing, private yoga lessons, massage therapy

featuring ancient ceremonies- rite of the womb + fire ceremony

magic-intuitive tarot readings

organic farm to table meals-breakfast + lunch included

creating a personal altar

space is limited//contact ASAP to reserve

** RSVP to or 914 804 3485



Breakfast + Lunch prepared daily-Alkaline water, varied green juices, breakfast buffet, organic salads, wraps

Oil Blessing-Using aromatic essential oils participants will be blessed with a sacred anointing by candlelight to remember their divine nature and luxuriate their senses during a deep meditation.

Rite of the Womb ceremony- Healing to offer renewed remembrance of our ancient feminine power through the womb as a source of creativity and birth

Fire ceremony-Using the elemental power of fire and strength of the collective will, a healing circle and moonlit ceremony offered to purge and burn those things no longer serving our highest good. While wish paper and lanterns will be offered to the light and night sky with renewed clarity, desired intentions and manifesting power

Private yoga lessons @Rebel Yoga Training Tasia-3 sessions will be taught throughout Fri-Sun

Massage Therapy-relax into your body with a private, hour-long medicinal massage with Tasia of Rebel Yoga

Intuitive Tarot Card Reading with @wildsoulhealing-30 or 60 mins intuitive tarot readings + heart centered healing for deep soul evolution with Lindsay Mack

Divine Healing- Experience beautiful healing energy through the hands of Linda O. Linda- an intuitive healer, energy worker and certified practicing Reiki Master.  She has been helping people for over twenty years through her unique combination of healing techniques, intuitive guidance and spiritual counseling. Treat yourself to the gift of healing through the loving connection that Linda brings to you from your Divine Source

Reiki/Chakra Clearing

Creating a Sacred Altar-Using collected items from beach weekend and trip to town shops guests with have the opportunity to bless and create a traveling altar + for home, travel and in remembrance of their high vibrational, soul filled weekend.

**Heated Pool for swimming, 5 min drive to beach [Sunrise Salutation sessions]


Friday October 2nd

3pm arrival/settle in

4:30 Yoga class

6pm dinner-local [dry]

8pm Opening circle, meditation + oil blessings, discussion

Evening libations available: Wine, dark chocolate


Saturday October 3rd

Sunrise Salutation [offered] at East Hampton Beach


[AM yoga]

Lunch buffet available throughout*

WORKSHOPS/HEALINGS offered all day @ sign up

*Divine Healings with Linda O.

*Intuitive Card Readings with Lindsay Mack

*Rite of the Womb ceremony-Lisa B

*Reiki/Chakra Balancing-Christina T, Jess Baliski

*Massage Therapy-Tasia

Shopping trips to town available for building sacred altars

Swimming pool and nearby beach access for leisure time

6pm Dinner

8pm Fire Ceremony-burning bowl, wish paper + lanterns

Out on the town-an evening of dancing into our higher selves


Sunday, October 4th

Sunrise Salutation [offered] at East Hampton Beach


[AM yoga]

Healing Sessions continued by appointment

*Creating a Sacred Altar

Lunch Buffet

1pm Closing Circle

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Bliss in the Berkshires

SoulSpeak Life presents “Bliss in the Berkshires” Nov 20-22

This is truly one of the most beautiful properties in the Hudson Valley. The views are spectacular. Guest has access to fishing ponds, hiking trails on and near the property and the charming town of Chatham is about a six-minute drive.

3 days, 2 nights luxury accommodations in Old Chatam, NY

*Guests may choose between 1 or 2 night stay

Bodywork- Reiki healings, Essential Oil anointing, private yoga lessons, massage therapy, mini facials, tarot card readings

Day trips [opt-in] to Ramblewild Tree Top Adventures + nearby Labyrinth walk at Kripalu

Ancient ceremonies- Rite of the womb + Fire ceremony

Organic farm to table meals-Breakfast served

Creating a personal altar

Space is limited//contact ASAP to reserve

Breakfast prepared daily-Varietal hot teas, coffee, green juice, breakfast buffet

Oil Blessing-Using aromatic essential oils participants will be blessed with a sacred anointing by candlelight to remember their divine nature and luxuriate their senses during a deep meditation

Rite of the Womb ceremony- Healing to offer renewed remembrance of ancient feminine power through the womb as a source of creativity and birth

Fire ceremony-Using the elemental power of fire and strength of the collective will, a healing circle and moonlit ceremony offered to purge and burn those things no longer serving our highest good. Wish paper and be offered to the light and night sky with renewed clarity, desired intentions and manifesting power

**Private yoga lessons 2 sessions will be offered Sat-Sun with HIGH vibrational GONG sound baths

Massage Therapy-relax into your body with a private, hour-long medicinal massage

Tarot Card Readings

Reiki/Chakra Clearing

Creating a Sacred Altar-Using collected items from the weekend and trip to town shops guests with have the opportunity to bless and create a traveling altar + for home, travel and in remembrance of their high vibrational, soul filled weekend


**To purchase email; methods of payment + plans available

2 day, 1 night stay-$222

beautiful estate accommodations, breakfast included, 2 yoga + gong meditation sessions, group healing sessions, reiki healing, rite of the womb + fire ceremonies

3 days, 2 nights [whole retreat experience] $407

luxurious mountain view accommodations, breakfast included, 2 yoga + gong meditation sessions included, all group healing sessions, 1 private session (30 min) value at guests choice, private reiki healing, rite of the womb + fire ceremonies, tarot reading + soul session with host*


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please don’t love me

Morgan Hopp baregoodness

| life a·fi·ci·o·na·do, farmstress |

“If it comes from the Earth she will eat it, use it as a beauty product and encourage others to do so. The motto lived by is, if consistency is king then simplicity is queen”

{Piece we dig}  A  Natural  L O V E

Please, I beg you, don’t love me if you can’t make me feel the way nature does.

The great wild has always showed up for me. Never once has it asked for a time out nor does it insist it needs a break. Don’t love me if you have no desire to produce chills up my spine the way the rush of a good wave does. If my heart is not bursting when I see you like a sunrise over the Sierras, don’t come close. Even in your dark times if you cannot create growth like rainfall on the farm fields of Wisconsin, stay away.

When the full moon rises over the bay on the East End will you lay with me, silently and softly kissing me with your stars? If I travel a million miles down your spine will I find new adventure? Will you fill my brain with wonderment like the dolphins off the coast I know so well called Dume? Take me away with a song like the Mourning Dove sitting above my window on the mighty Mississippi? I warn you, if you can’t make me quiver like a 14,000 foot summit, don’t come near.

If you cannot hold me like the warm summer nights in the Rocky Mountains or sway me like a tall forest outside of Lahaina, keep your distance. If my toes are not tickled like only the fish in Lake Michigan can, you’ve already lost. If I can’t laugh the way I do when the lizards go running this way and that way down my favorite hiking trail to nowhere particular, forget it.

If you have no desire to give me consistent truth, the way nature only knows how, please, don’t love me.

l e t go. release. surrender 

|the upcoming full moon paired with Venus retrograde asks us all to slow down, to carefully review our lives-old patterns and behaviors to discover what can be shed that is no longer serving our TRUE growth. it asks us to practice supreme self love and care while we come clean about which fears, doubts, people, jobs + life circumstances are holding us back. You KNOW what your heart desires most, what dreams you’d give anything to see realized, where you’d go if you dared to venture off the grid and who you’d most like to support you on this journey toward a more authentic life|

you deserve this all. {release} return home to yourself. 

#highvibetribe #soulspeaklife #belongingtobliss #puakaihealing #release #review #renew

|that other person is you. In some way, shape or form every s i n g l e person sent your way, put on your path is there for a reason. Sometimes it is to teach a lesson-hard learned or easily accepted. Other times it is to be a mirror to you-to show you something about yourself that may need adjusting. Then there are those who remind us of the magic of life and forces beyond our understanding. They show up, reach out or bump into us literally to relay a beautiful message. To keep believing. To stay the course. To know we matter.

there is a divine order + plan even when pain seems to be your teacher| #tbt #balibabies #recognize#streetsofubud

“Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God’s kindness: kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile” {Mother Teresa}

|At their very c o r e most people desire and seek two simple things in this life “Permission” to be themselves, to let their guards down, to be completely authentically who they know themselves to be. And “Acceptance” to be loved, acknowledged, supported and experience camaraderie because of it.

The greatest secret they’ll come to know is that immeasurable {divine} support comes from self acceptance only WHEN you learn that the only permission ever truly needed was your own|

In 2010 my girlfriend Dana was tying the knot in Newport, Rhode Island. Newly single and clear that I wanted to attend, she encouraged me to bring my sister, a friend-so long as I showed up. Half way through the white glove service, Astor mansion-set wedding on the cliff walk, Dana dashed to my table on a serious mission with a tremendous grin across her face. I can still see and hear the conviction in her voice. “Lisa you have to meet my friend Tommy. I don’t know how I never thought of this before. He’s here with his whole family-they are amazing people. He is super successful on Wall St. and lives in Tribeca.” She squealed in excitement. “He thinks you’re so beautiful”. I wasn’t sure how I actually felt about it since I was very much raw from the split with my ex. The handsome, charming, drunk fool never did make his way over that night. When I look back at photos from the wedding 5 years later I can tell why.

It took him 4 days to write but he eventually did-via private message on Facebook. I was on a cruise ship with family and friends when I got his note. Introducing himself he mentioned the wedding and not getting to talk to me in person, some standard “good things” he had heard about me and an offer to take me out. I remember smiling but again not feeling ready to date. I politely answered that I appreciated his reaching out but I didn’t see it working for me at the time. Since Tommy is Tommy he met the note with confidence. His reply was short and sweet-“No worries. Just so you know the offer doesn’t expire if you change your mind.” That handsome, charming son of a bitch-he won when I caved in two weeks later.

Our first blind date on the Hudson river lasted 3 hours-a bottle of delicious white wine and fluid conversation I easily agreed to date 2. A movie and dinner in the city on his turf I remember heading back to see his place. His room had exposed brick walls and his dresser had expensive designer jewelry strewn around. I remember everyone’s comments about how successful he was-young money, fast money, but duly earned. Apparently he was the “man to be” at the time. Lucky for him I never cared. I remember the strong attraction sitting on his bed-but he was a gentleman. He walked me to my car and gave me a short, sweet kiss at the door.

Date 3 another wine-induced, seductive dinner later we were making out at some bar on the Hudson River-the halfway point between where we both lived.  In between kisses he asked me to an upcoming wedding upstate in a few weeks. I remember agreeing but being unsure if this was the right answer. By the end of the night, all smiles and a bit tipsy he pushed me up against his car and we made out there too. As delicious as it all was I just, wasn’t convinced. Two days later I wrote him to say I was sorry but I still had unfinished business to deal with my ex once and for all. And so the story goes [according to Dana’s inside] that Tommy was insulted, upset or downright confused by the idea of a girl turning him down. Apparently our handsome, charming successful lacrosse superstar turned wall st. golden boy was not used to being turned down.

2 years later and no interactions between us I sat in the oncology wing of White Plains hospital in April 2012. My stepfather had been diagnosed with stage 3 colon cancer 3 weeks after the heart warming wedding he and my mom had shared. It was gut wrenching and honestly nauseating in every single second we lived it. Intubation, biopsies, colostomy surgery and chemo was their honeymoon. In the wake of sitting in shock and bitterness I logged into Facebook to distract myself and there he was. The picture posted was of three dolphins perched above crystal clear water around his fishing boat. A tan, glowing, thinner and seemingly happier version of the man I had dated in 2010. I remember wiggling a little in my chair while smirking. I was so taken aback by the photo along with the other 20 people who had commented on it. I wrote “This cannot be a real picture”. Within minutes he sent another private message, teasing that he hadn’t heard from me in forever and had to look several times at my profile picture to figure out who it was. It probably didn’t hurt that I had recently changed it to tan, toned photo sporting a sexy dress from my trip to Vieques, Puerto Rico. He asked how I was. “HA-oh I’m great, ya know just sitting here in the cancer unit of the hospital-per usual, what else?” Part sarcasm part actual jealousy to wherever he was. I told him what was going on and teased that clearly his life was a lot more exciting it seemed.

He was traveling-with no end in mind. He had chosen to leave the desperate and collapsed version of Wall St. by 2012 to reward himself for the hard earned money he worked the few years prior. For his 30th birthday he would travel far and wide to ski, surf and fish-do all the things you promise yourself you’ll do when you retire. Very intrigued, we began flirting and it continued for weeks. Surfing in Panama he ventured daily to a café for wifi and we’d talk. After three weeks I mentioned that he should really appreciate where he was because I would have done anything to be with those dolphins at that point in my life. He, like Tommy does, responded point blank “So come see them”. And just like that little miss rule-book, straight A student, oldest, responsible sibling decided to take an adventure for the first time ever.

The night before flying to Panama City he called me to say “Don’t be mad I promise it will be worth it. I need you to repack your bag so that its less than 20 lbs-we are going to a private island off the coast and we need to go by boat.” What the hell do you possibly argue to that? You bet your ass I got it under 20lbs. I still remember his face picking me up at 2 am in the airport. Ecstatic and bewildered he asked where the rest of my stuff was-to which I replied…”I listened”.

My family and friends back home were like cheerleaders rooting for our tropical jaunt to turn fairytale come true. We were barefoot for days-we chased sunsets, swam, read, tanned and made love. I was crazy about him and the idea of a second chance. As much as I wanted this to be my fairytale something inside me worried again. It was June of 2012 and he claimed the end of his journeys would be in August.  It was a feasible amount of time to wait to be together stateside but I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. The voice inside me whispered a very real truth. He’s only ever been two things well-an incredible athlete and a finance hotshot. The impending identity crisis upon his return home would certainly not be easy for him and I knew, in turn I would become the second victim behind his ego.

The last place he journeyed was to Indonesia stopping in Bali. During all his travels he collected local treasures for me. Days before leaving he bought me a handmade, white lace Balinese dress.  He told me it reminded him of me because I was his “angel.” When he returned and gifted it to me for my birthday he was pissed, I mean really pissed when it didn’t fit. There stood my mother, grandmother and aunt all beaming with excitement and wanting to rectify it-quickly. ‘Ok well we’ll just have to hem it and take it in here and adjust that and it will be fine!” I laughed. You don’t trim and tuck a handmade Balinese dress. They meant well wishing it were a prelude to a wedding dress. We later we went online, chose a style, wrote the company sending cash for them to send the dress that fit. Yet somehow it came back across the world-untouched with tags and money.

We split in April 2013 when Tommy left to herd cattle across Australia. (No, I can’t make it up). And so the dress stood hung in my closet. I always looked at it partly in anger and otherwise sadness for the fact that we hadn’t stood a chance at that place in our lives-while he waded in indecision, confusion, anger and uncertainty about how to rebuild his world-what to do and “be” next all the while I tried to remain a loving, supportive girlfriend for him. I was broken over it-ego badly bruised, pride sucked dry and heart shattered in what felt like rejection. The only way I could cope was to self soothe.  One night, that I now can never forget-I looked at the dress and said out loud-‘Don’t worry Li-someday, somehow when you get to Bali, even if on your own accord you’ll get a new dress. A new dress that fits.”

And so there I sat November 2014 in a café named Olive-in Seminyak on the southwest coast of Bali sipping a Mosquito mojito cocktail, working on my first book. I had just returned the dress 2.5 years later, even though the shop had a 7-day return policy. I left with a gorgeous, updated, silky white lace version of the one Tommy originally purchased.

I now have a form fitting dress and 50,000+ word draft of a book and he has a profession that fits-a business that allows him to travel the world scouting locations for adventurous missions for clients to escape and explore on. Nearly 5 years of history on and off, global travels and worlds between us, somewhere in between a modern love story was woven.





the struggle to stay

As I walked to Tunjung’s office I was filled with excitement, anticipation and guilt. I wanted to record our session but worried about the karmic consequence of not revealing the whole truth to a psychic healer. “If you don’t mind I’d like to tape this hour so I can play it back and obsess over every connection and prediction you make.” Don’t act like you haven’t been there 😉 But I surrendered to the ethical side of my brain and went in without it-totally stripped of my ego, heart wide open, eager to meet her fully in the room. 

Her smile was sweet and her spirit strong. She had shoulder length, dark, wavy hair sweeping ’round her neck against mocha colored skin. She had a presence for sure but it wasn’t the threatening kind. Some have a very penetrating stare that causes you to shift in your chair uncomfortably, wondering what it is they actually see-versus what they know you’re able and willing to hear. There were tarot cards on the desk between us and yes, it may seem cliche, but a big, round clear quartz crystal ball to her right. (for those of you who associate this stereotype with psychics/intuitives I must admit- I’ve been to several people throughout the past three years and never actually had the experience of someone reading their crystals for deeper guidance) She greeted me warmly, we smiled, I shuffled and off she went. As did I-hook line and sinker into awe of her accuracy. 

She told me this would happen-that I’d be having a hard time right about now. I knew that day I trusted her but as I put myself back in that room and recall her words, I’m sure of it.  ‘Oh Lisa. What comes next is going to challenge you every day. You’ve walked through the gates honey, you know the path you’ve chosen. The gifts that are coming through stronger, the feelings you feel-you have to trust them. It’s going to deepen-the knowing, the psychic tendencies. You have to stay in the now. You’re human you have a habit of looking back and with all that’s to come you’ll want to look forward, even far ahead in hope. But you have to trust the now. You must stay here.’   

Oofa. We’ve all heard it. Psychologists, authors, gurus, teachers, talk show hosts. “Now is the only reality-it’s all any of us actually have.” In an ever shifting world people are becoming more and more in need of coping strategies. Although the only constant is change-the safest, healthiest place to stay is in the present. Even Anderson Cooper’s making it cool. He just covered a story on 60 minutes about practicing mindfulness in today’s day in age. Mindfulness-a mental state achieved by focusing one’s awareness on the present moment, while calmly acknowledging and accepting one’s feelings, thoughts, and bodily sensations, used as a therapeutic technique.  

Here’s the breakdown-you’re driving in the car and you catch your mind racing toward the next five errands you need to run, an overwhelming schedule for the rest of the day. “Pick up this one, be here by that time, make dinner, ugh I hate making dinner. Why must we eat? God I could afford to lose ten pounds anyway. Wasn’t I supposed to join the gym last week? Shit I forgot that too” I’m exhausted just typing it. But isn’t it true? I for one, sure as hell am guilty of this-a repeat offender in fact. And it’s terrible. Seriously time consuming, draining, dangerous thought patterns. Instead the experts claim you should focus only on the task you’re physically doing. For example: “This is me, driving a car. My hands are on the steering wheel, it’s leather wrapped. I have a ring on my left hand. It’s pretty-I haven’t actually looked at it in a while. The sun is out. I like this song, what a great song.” 

I know what you’re thinking. It may seem oversimplified or even worse for those of you skeptics, like a page out of a proverbial version of “Thinking For Dummies”. When truthfully, it’s not a dumbing down at all. It’s goddamn brave- an assertion of your power to bring yourself back to the truth-the moment you’re in. It means deciding to comfortably exist in the flow and be carefully protected against unwarranted self doubt and judgment. This kind of conscious thinking helps prevent us from an unwelcome, lurking ego always ready to shove us down a slippery slope of comparison, guilt and other defeating behaviors. 

I’ve been giving it a shot. And yes, sometimes it feels silly the self talk. But I promise you it’s much better than the other bullshit I’d be allowing fear to tell me instead. ‘Why haven’t you done more work on the book yet? When are you moving? Have you checked your accounts? And by the way shouldn’t you be in love by now or something.” Imagine that friggin’ bully. Sorry but not only is she unwelcome, she’s been uninvited to the party altogether. There’s no room for that here. My mind is mine to make of as I wish. 

More often than not we allow ourselves to listen to that chatter. To allow it to override our confidence, our charm, our sense of humor and wit. We let it seep in and cause havoc. We’re left with panic and sometimes even physical symptoms all because we’re creating a false version of reality based on fear of the unknown. Scientists prove what the brain is capable of, priests will tell you to hand those troublesome thoughts over and Buddhists would suggest you sit with them only in recognition that they exist.  You politely acknowledge their presence but know that your divine knowledge and being is bigger than any worry. You allow them to pass like clouds drifting overhead.  

The struggle to “stay” can be interpreted in several veins. Many people struggle to stay in their relationships, marriages, jobs, happiness. They may not recognize the work it takes to be content and instead become comfortably numb. They may physically remain but they’ve opted out emotionally.  Because the struggle to stay is less messy than the trouble to go

She was right about all of it. The book I’m writing, concerns I have, family members background and health, partners past and present. It didn’t scare me one bit-instead provoked a real emotional reaction. A true physical release. It’s amazing how much we walk around holding even when we don’t acknowledge it’s weight. “You’re going to have to do the work every single day. This year is all about the new road, the next chapter, your life’s calling. It won’t be easy. People will leave, you’ll be tested. You can do this though. It’s actually what you’re meant for”. And I’m thinking, oh trust me, that’s old news in my book. “Somehow you’ve got to find a way not to take it personal”. I’ll get back to you on that one because I have a feeling that’ll be a lifetime’s challenge. 

People ask me all the time how can you always write such positive, uplifting stuff? I’m here to assure you, it’s a choice. I create other outlets for my disappointments and anger.  I am no saint, I also have doubts. I don’t only dream in technicolor rainbows. I worry and suffer and question the plan too, but only sometimes. Because the moment I recognize those emotions, the fear, the impending doom I tell them to stop. I assert my own power. I made a choice to get off antidepressants after my dad passed and my therapist insisted on them for awhile. I made a choice to leave a wonderful guy way back when I was close to an engagement others wanted for me because I trusted a smart, begging voice deep down who knew I had a different course in life to travel. I made a choice to leave a job that was lucrative but painstaking for my spirit. I made a choice to live more fully engaged. It’s what I pray for you too-to live in your fullest existence and greatest potential.   

I make a choice every morning to thank my angels before I step out of bed. I choose to believe in good and a common thread/force that actually is all of us combined. I’ve been embarrassed and even fooled by others yet I choose to believe they weren’t acting from a place of clarity but instead their own ego and self doubt. We’re all struggling to stay in our power. Even in the most benevolent form we’re afraid of it’s strength. 

Tunjung was right- my feelings and experiences are deeper and some things are presenting harder than before. People have left or never showed back up since I’m home. I’m reinventing work, a brand, and translating words to healing tools. I find myself repeating the practice of centering back to the moment often. Repeating phrases of reassurance. And as hard as it is to stay there, it’s a blissful break from the alternative. But guess what? On the other side of this struggle is sanctuary. There’s a tribe you belong to-waiting to welcome you warmly. There’s a great shift of energy in your favor when you believe wholeheartedly. When you trust.  The truth is I’m struggling a bit, but I’ve never smiled more.  I’ve never been clearer on the truth or the experience of love, compassion, brilliance and a collective spirit.

The struggle is real
But when you really stay, there’s no struggle at all

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