Because I was jet-setting back and forth to New York City for Mama Gena's School of Womanly Arts over the past four months, I had the pleasure of adding Sister Goddess Kate Northrup Moller to my list of soul sisters. Although some who don't know her like to define Kate as the daughter of Dr. Christiane Northrup, I know that Kate as much as Kate adores her mother, she doesn't need to borrow the spotlight from her famous Mama because she shines a radiant, sparkly light all her own. Kate is a CEO (Creative Expansion Optimist), multi-passionate entrepreneur, budding yogini, dancer, researcher on what it takes to thrive, and seeker -- just like many of us. I was so honored chat with her, and the rest of these amazing women, and hope you find some nuggets of inspiration, connection, and mojo from what we had to say. -- Lissa Rankin, MD, founder of Owning Pink

Something has come over me. For months now I have been telling myself it will pass, but after this long, I cannot keep saying it. It would be a lie if I continued to act as though this space I am in is not part of who I am. If it weren’t, I wouldn’t be in it. Last week I wrote myself out of this space and referred to it as “the funk.” A day later I felt fine. However, I had an eerie sensation the funk would soon return.

I’m sitting on the 1 Train of the NYC subway as I write this. It’s rush hour, so there are people everywhere. I’m lucky to have a seat next to a lovely older woman who is looking over my shoulder and smiling. When I went to New York for the first time and talked about how I was going to ride the subway instead of taking cabs, people from my hometown looked at me sideways, as if I had a death wish. “If you must, don’t look anyone in the eye,” someone said, and I never forgot it.

I dreamt this post last night, which rarely happens, but when it does, I figure the Universe is trying to thwack me over the head, and I better pay attention. So I’ll transcribe my dream, in case this wisdom comes not just for me, but for you.

Truth is, I’ve been neglecting my own health a bit lately. Which, as a doctor promoting optimal vitality and wellness, feels damn hypocritical. It’s just that the madness of opening the Owning Pink Center, the crazy nuttiness of relaunching OwningPink.com later this month as a big, grown-up website, and the TV/radio/print/internet media publicity I’ve been doing around both have thrown me completely off kilter.