Lifes Path

At 6:00 am on February 18th 2010, I walked out of my home in the mid-west. It was dark and frigid, three degrees to be exact. I nestled a few last belongings into every spare inch of my little green Corolla, blasted the heater and the mix CD I made for the road trip, and drove west into the icy tundra watching the sun rise in my rear view mirror. Three days later I arrived in sunny Los Angeles to begin the next chapter of the adventure we call life, as a Transcendental Meditation teacher with the David Lynch Foundation. This whole adventure actually started about a month before I was to graduate from college in 2010. I was in an airport in Texas when I received a phone call from David Lynch who said, “Puki, I want you to become a TM teacher and move to Los Angeles.” I responded, “Okay, David, I’ll think about it…” Meanwhile, I was thinking to myself, “Who on earth would ever want to live in LA!?!” (more…)


I’ve found that the best way to be happily creative is to live in the flow of things.

New ideas are wonderful; they inspire us, they get our butts in gear, and they put
our hands to work. Without them, nothing new would ever happen! We’d be frozen
in time, generation after generation… we’d still be monkeys. (more…)

La Batarde

I laid on the floor in my Ayurvedic practitioner’s office as she instructed me to breathe deep into my abdomen. “It’s like you’ve been punched in the gut, you’ve lost your breath.” Tears, inability to breathe deep and her instructions to feel the Earth supporting me. It began here four long years ago, this journey to self-preservation. I had just graduated college, moved back to Michigan from Seattle for an internship at a well known ad agency, and I had ended a seven year relationship diving into the next one with someone who wanted me to remain a…. secret. I lost my breath. I lost my grip. There wasn’t any traction. Dramatic? Yes. It was all drama. I needed help.

I remember that day I stopped and then the day I started again. Stopped having clarity. Started having my artistic visions again. I had become clouded. Overwhelmed. I reached out to Molly Beauregard, my former teacher from the College for Creative Studies (CCS), as a touchstone to who I used to be. Where had I gone? (more…)

An Invitation

I learned TM because my mother made me do it. There are far more romantic and enlightened reasons for learning TM but that is my truth. She organized the class, paid the fee and took care of my two babies while I went off to find some peace. Frankly, I thought my mom was kinda pushy on the subject. And while I was admittedly curious, I probably never would have made it happen on my own. It just didn’t resonate at the time.

Over the years, meditating became something I did cause my mama told me to. I innocently plodded along – awake, asleep, mediate, talk, walk, eat, awake. Sometimes it all felt the same — part of the routine of being alive. (more…)

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