Archive: Paris

December 18, 2015

Why Paris?

Fifteen years ago I flew from Los Angeles to London and joined my friend (who flew from New York to London) for an adventure. We hadn’t seen each other in a couple years and both really wanted to travel. We lived on opposite sides of the US and decided to meet in London, spend some time there and then fly to Paris together.

London was lovely.

Paris is where I fell in love with myself.

eiffel rose

I woke up. I tuned in. I blossomed.

And that continues to happen every time return to Paris.

I’ve gone with with a partner. I’ve gone there as a single mom with a 20 month old toddler. I’ve gone there with a good friend and our young daughters. And every time, I expand. I light up. I love my life more.

Every time I’ve gone  I’ve been a different version of myself. My life has been different. Yet, I still comeback to the version of Julie that I love so much. In Paris, I slow down. I make time for pleasure and beauty. I let myself be seen. I connect to my feminine power.

So why Paris?

Because it is the place I feel most alive. It is the place that instantly brings me into a pleasure position and a receiving position.

I love being a woman. I love it even more in Paris.

I love pleasure. Pleasure is undeniable in Paris.

I love sensuality. I embody sensuality in Paris.

We could do this anywhere. We could gather and explore pleasure and sensuality and luscious living.

But why not do it in Paris?

Why not have a life changing and memorable experience in a life changing and memorable place?

Why not amplify the beauty, the pleasure, the sensuality, the vibrancy, the lusciousness of the experience?

Why not gather and connect with other passionate women, explore these themes together, and then have time to explore Paris?

Why not do it while drinking wine and eating a croissant aux amandes?

Why not come to Paris, let someone else take care of the details about where you will stay and plan adventures for you and then you get to just engage, indulge and have a ball?

Why not Paris?

There is still space in my Pleasure in Paris retreat this spring. Learn more about it here.

Come to Paris with me. It will change your life.

November 20, 2015

I’m still saying, “Yes!” to Paris

Image by Robert Jahn

Image by Robert Jahns

People have asked me if I’m still going to Paris after last week’s terrorist attacks.

The short answer is “Yes!”

I will not live in fear.

I will not be careless. I will not knowingly put myself or anyone else in danger.

I am also aware that fear, tragedy, violence, terror – it can happen anywhere. It can happen in Paris. It can happen in Beirut. It can happen in Baghdad. It can happen at home.

And so I live my life in the only way I know how. With love, with pleasure, with connection, with joy, with gratitude, with faith (and maybe some tears too).

And while pleasure may seem frivolous at a time like this. I believe it is necessary.

Pleasure builds resiliency.

With so much darkness and heartbreak in this world, it’s essential to also focus on the good. Don’t ignore the hard or pretend it isn’t happening…but don’t let yourself be consumed by it. Feel the sadness, honor your grief and reach for love and joy and pleasure. This spring I will be doing that in Paris. Won’t you join me?

“Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.”― Victor Hugo

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September 28, 2015

Paris Sunset

We have had the most gorgeous weather this trip! Here is last night’s sunset.

I’m getting so excited for our Spring Pleasure Retreat in Paris! Make sure you sign up for my newsletter to get all the delicious details.

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September 25, 2015

Greetings from Paris!

Hello Friends! I’m back in Paris! I’m here to scout locations for my spring Paris Pleasure Retreat. It’s gorgeous here and my heart is singing! I made a little video for you. You can also follow all of my adventures on Instagram. And I will be sending out a Paris Love Letter while I’m here. Make sure you subscribe to my newsletter so you get it.

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July 15, 2015

Pleasure in Paris – SAVE The DATE!

paris retreat


I’m so excited to share the dates for my Pleasure in Paris retreat!

More details will be announced this fall.

In the meantime follow me on instagram so you can see all of the Paris pictures from my scouting trip this fall!

Filed under: Paris,Pleasure,Retreat — admin @ 5:24 pm

June 12, 2015

Let’s Go To Paris!

I am so excited about a very special retreat I’m planning for 2016!

Subscribe to my newsletter so you will be the first to know all of the details when registration opens.

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May 30, 2014

Savoring Your Moments

Life is full of moments. Some are hard, some are beautiful, some are painful, some are joyful – all are fleeting.

I’m back in Portland after 2 weeks in Paris. If you had asked me how the trip was during journey I would have had a different response every day. At 3 in the morning when we had been up for hours I would have said it was hard or exhausting. When my daughter walked under the Eiffel Tower focusing on the ground and collecting rocks instead of the noticing the monument I would have said it was surprising. When I was charged a ridiculous amount for a ride from the airport I would have said it was frustrating. When met new friends (who happen to also live in Portland) and watched our daughters play in the sand together I would have said it was connecting. When I was walking in my neighborhood, soaking up the cobblestone, flower-filled balconies, and watching people at cafes I would have said it was perfect.

Paris balconies

Now as I look back on the trip as a whole, it’s true parts were hard, it’s also true that it was one of the most important things I’ve done. I traveled to Europe with a 2 year old. I faced fears, I embraced joy, I engaged my senses – I realized how strong I am. I learned and experienced so much!

The last day of the trip it felt like everything was going wrong. There were so many obstacles and I had such high hopes for the day. There was a moment when I wondered, “Why did I do this?” I heard all of the voices of people who suggested my daughter was too young to enjoy it, it would be too much for me or too expensive or I should wait. And for a few hours I bought into those voices. I wrote in my journal about how hard it was and about all of the things I didn’t get to do that I had wanted to do. The next morning I carried all of our luggage down 2 flights of stairs, climbed into a taxi with my daughter and watched the Paris landscape disappear as we drove to the airport. I piled our suitcase, the pack ‘n play, her stroller and my laptop bag on a cart, picked up my sleeping baby in my other arm and rolled the luggage cart around the airport. I practiced my french as I asked someone where to check-in. As I turned to find the correct desk, I stopped and I was overcome by such a sense of pride. I stood in the middle of Charles De Gaulle airport, arms aching from the weight of my baby, as people from other countries hurried around me and I felt so strong and so content. On the flight home all of the joy and excitement and passion and adventure came flooding back. I was able to sit and enjoy the memory of some magical moments.

It’s so important to feel what we are feeling. I needed to acknowledge the hard and let myself feel the disappointment about the last day. As I feel my feelings they move through me and I can truly savor all of the special moments from my trip (and my life).

There was the moment we were out to coffee and my daughter pointed up above and said “tweet tweet” and I saw a trapped bird. On the way home from that cafe we found a snail shell and countless rocks (or “heart rocks” as she calls them after finding a rock in the shape a heart and hearing me call it a “heart rock”).

Paris Bird

There was the moment we waited in a long line to get ice cream on ile st louis…and the reward we experienced when we tasted the cone with a scoop of pistachio and a scoop of coconut (I’m still dreaming of that ice cream and I think she is too).

There was the moment a young man asked if I wanted help carrying my stroller up the stairs in a metro station. I took the top of the stroller, he took the bottom, his friend faced my daughter and they sang to each other as we climbed 3 flights of stairs.

There was the moment when we first arrived and decided to head out to explore after a nap. We ended up at a boulangerie I used to frequent when I was last in Paris. We got a chausson aux pommes (just like I used to) and sat in the park where I used to journal. I shared my daughter’s first french pastry with her and remembered how 3 years ago I sat in that park and wrote about being ready to have a child and dreamed about my future baby.

There was the moment I walked along the Champs Elysee and felt this –

‘My heart has wings. Today it nearly flew right out of my chest. Or burst…but not in a bad way, in a “I don’t know how there is any more room in here, I’m so incredibly full!”‘

Paris Flowers

There was the moment I sat at the Rodin Museum a little disappointed because I wasn’t feeling well and some of the rooms weren’t open and my daughter looked at me, started laughing and took off down the path. She toddled along with her arms raised, she would look back to see if I was following and just laugh and laugh and laugh.

Paris Rodin Daphne

There was the moment we blew bubbles out of our apartment window and watched a group of school kids chase them below.

Paris Bubbles

There were so many moments where I connected to my senses, engaged with all the parts of Paris that I love and truly reconnected to who I am. And there were so many moments where I acknowledged my strength and learned new things about who I am and who I am becoming.


Paris Eiffel


Paris sky


Paris Street


Paris Sunset

As you go through your day, your week, your year – what moments can you savor? Even today, can you stop and really connect with what happened this morning or yesterday? There was the moment your child said something for the first time or your partner introduced you to a new food or someone said something really kind or you paused for 15 seconds and felt peace. There was the new pose in your yoga class or the new rose in bloom on your rose bush or the moment your dog nuzzled up next to you and exposed his belly for a scratch. There was the first sip of your morning coffee, dandelions blowing in the breeze or the ecstasy of clean sheets against your weary body. There were kisses (did you let yourself linger and lean in?) and laughter and maybe some tears.

Savoring your moments is different than clinging to them. You can live in the present and also savor what happened recently (or even a while ago). Savoring allows you to feel gratitude. It allows you to feel joy (and sometimes pain). It allows you the opportunity to honor the truth of your life.

Life is full of moments. Some are hard, some are beautiful, some are painful, some are joyful – all are fleeting.

Looking for more information about Paris and Sensuality? Read my May newsletter – Greetings From Paris – A Lesson in Sensual Living. Subscribe to my newsletter here.

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May 24, 2014

My Parisian Affair!

rodin affair

Are you feeling stuck, uninspired or disconnected from who you are?  Do you think a relationship with a new person will help?

What lights you up?

What helps you reconnect to who you are?

Filed under: Live Your Best Life,Paris,Relationship,Romance,Self-love,Video — admin @ 11:40 am

May 17, 2014

All Roads Lead to Love

roads lead to love

Right now I’m sitting in my Paris apartment and there is a couple kissing in the street below my window.  They are stopped in the middle of the cobblestone street wrapped up in each other’s embrace.

The past 24 hours have been a bit topsy turvy. I originally thought my daughter was just taking a bit to adjust to the time change…but then yesterday she developed a cough and she was up most of the night. I finally got her to sleep at 10am…and while I wanted to do some writing I was delirious with sleep-deprivation so I went to bed too.  And then I didn’t wake up until 2:45pm!  And she woke up at 3:15pm.  We are both hungry and a bit disoriented.  My head started filling with all of the adventures we could go on, but I was a little apprehensive about her stroller on the metro and I’m still unsure of the bus system (plus even though a part of me really wanted to “do something” I didn’t want to take her too far if she was still feeling sick).  So I decided we would just explore a different part of our neighborhood and pick up a few more groceries.

We wandered.  We stopped for a croissant aux amande at a random boulangerie and it was superb.  We wandered some more.  We window shopped, pointed out dogs and pigeons and watched people enjoying drinks and food at different cafes. And then I was surprised to see a carousel and decided to take her over for a closer look.  It was packed and I spotted a little garden and thought we would sit for a minute and eat our snack.  We were watching birds and eating pastries and I looked up and saw the “I Love You Wall” right in front of me.  I had almost forgotten about this gem.  It wasn’t on the list of places I want to visit this time around…but here it was.  Here was the perfect spot for us to eat and pause and soak up the love and we just happened upon it.

It’s amazing where you end up when you just start moving.  Whether you are making out in the street, or pushing your baby up a 60 degree incline for blocks and blocks or training for your first 5K – All Roads Lead to Love.

Filed under: Love,Paris — admin @ 12:00 pm

July 1, 2011

Hail To The Freaks!

Freaks - web

Hail To The Freaks - written on Oscar Wilde's Grave - Père Lachaise Cemetery

It’s interesting that the things that make us different are the things we often try to hide.  There is such a strong “desire” to be normal in our society, to fit in.  The very things we are trying to hide or squelch are the things that make us wonderful interesting and unique.  And I would venture a guess that even though you might “desire” to fit in, there is a part of you that truly desires to be who YOU are.  When I saw “Hail To The Freaks” written on Oscar Wilde’s grave, I found myself smiling and my soul exhaled a bit.  How wonderful to be able to be honored for being a freak!  How lovely to be able to embrace one’s freakiness!  How refreshing to be able to allow ALL of you to show up in your life.

What part of you is hiding?  What would your life be like if you let yourself be seen for who you truly are?

Filed under: Paris,Self-love,Sexual Being,Vulnerability — admin @ 9:36 am

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