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>Cuddling with Kindle!

In Uncategorized on November 30, 2009 at 7:00 pm

>The Bare Mel is going digital…

Melanie Lutz’s The Bare Melcessities: Walking Out. Waking Up. Getting Bare. arrives on Kindle January 15th!

Kinda getting excited : )

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>My New Post Thanksgiving Diet.

In Uncategorized on November 30, 2009 at 6:00 pm


Wafting lavender and dropping mint into my ice cold S. Pellegrino.

Now that’s a Holiday survival diet!

I love me some bubbly water.

Photography by Louise Lutz

Don’t forget to buy Pellegrino early and often over the holidays!

>Thanksgiving through the window

In Uncategorized on November 27, 2009 at 6:08 pm


Love waking up in the canyon. Fall in California is one of my favorite times of year and there’s always one tree venturing into the red leaf zone.

>Rear View Mirror

In Uncategorized on November 26, 2009 at 12:02 am


Keeping in mind that objects in the rear view may be closer than they appear. Have a great holiday… we’ll be back in action on Black Friday!

>"Why Am I Here?"

In Uncategorized on November 25, 2009 at 1:00 am

>”Each of You Who Know The Joy of Freedom are Winners.”

The Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences has an active and ongoing schedule of events and on Monday wrapped their 2009 Oscar documentary winners screenings.

As I went through their memorable Oscar moments collection, this clip from Gerda Weissmann Klein’s Oscar acceptance speech for the documentary “One Survivor Remembers” chronicling her six years living with the horror of Nazi encampment jumped out at me.

“In my minds eye I see those years and faces of those who never lived to see the magic of a boring evening at home. On their behalf I want to thank you for honoring their memory. And you can not do it in any better way than when you return to your homes tonight to realize that each of you who know the joy of freedom are winners. Thank you on their behalf with all my heart.”

The beauty in these stories and Gerda’s sharing is that they remind us, in the face of surviving unimaginable hardness and evil, there is hope and there is love.

Freedom is the foundation of strength and joy and as Gerda so beautifully puts it, contains the magic of choice. The choice to spend a boring evening at home. Something that should never be taken for granted.

With Thanksgiving upon us we get to give thanks for the joys of freedom and abundance we do have and to stay in love as often as possible. If you are tempted by the blues this holiday, or drawn into believing in the fear, remember we have all been given a choice, a choice to see the love in whatever situation you find yourself in. And when the question comes up “Why Am I Here?” one answer is to shine your light as brightly and lovingly as possible.

Go to for more information on their events, programs and screening schedules.

The 82nd Academy Awards will take place Sunday, March 7, 2010 at Hollywood’s Kodak Theatre.

>Harmony in Grace.

In Uncategorized on November 23, 2009 at 6:00 pm


“I want in fact to borrow the language of the saints — to live “in grace” as much of the time as possible… By grace I mean an inner harmony, essentially spiritual, which can be transformed into outward harmony. I am seeking perhaps what Socrates asked for in the prayer from the Phaedrus when he said, “May the outward and inward man be at one.” I would like to achieve a state of inner spiritual grace from which I could function and give as I was meant in the eyes of God.”

From Anne Morrow Lindbergh’s GIFT FROM THE SEA

This moving and insightful book kicked off my journey through healing that would become my first book THE BARE MELCESSITIES:Walking Out. Waking Up. Getting Bare.

It’s interesting how history works, my knowledge of Anne Lindbergh would have ended with the wacky footnote of being the mother of the Lindbergh baby except for my Therapist’s love of books and a deeply resonating fear of water that brought the book into my hands. Anne broke through her early and painful tragedy, went on to have five children, write a ton of books and was a famous aviator in her own right. She juggled it all beautifully, keeping herself open to the moments of quiet, and when necessary creating her own. She became a conduit for learning and the spirit of reclaiming an earthy energy.

It wouldn’t become clear until way down my publishing process how stirring the reference to Socrates words, “may the outward and inward man be at one” became. Something my unconscious had picked up and wanted to share, wanted to experience and had unwittingly worked it’s way into every conversation through my book pre-publicity tour.

Realizing I had first read it in Anne Linbergh’s book brought me an explosive moment of recognition that we are all speaking from the same source, we couch it in all we do, and we express ourselves and recall and process as is necessary to upgrade our system through our evolution.

The process of working through my first book accomplished everything I could have ever hoped, bringing my inner and outer man in harmony. A harmony that is now humming!

I want to thank Anne Morrow Lindbergh for her work, her efforts and her own journey to find a little peace and solace in the world.

Just as the tides ebb and flow, Anne’s reminder and simple message that everywhere things seem hopeless in a sea of change the next step is always available and waiting.

Let’s borrow from the language of the saints and live “in grace” as often as possible. Celebrating the gift of each moment. In harmony.

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Photography by Melanie Lutz

>Moments on Dance featuring Martha Graham

In Uncategorized on November 23, 2009 at 12:30 am


Nobody broke through the ground of their being like Martha Graham. She shared her story through movement, through expression, through psychology. Hers was majesty in action that never failed to enlighten.

As choreographer Alonzo King shares “When I see a great dance, I see fearlessness and selflessness. I see Ghandi, Helen Keller, Harriet Tubman, I see sacrifice and unfailing generosity. I see intelligence and intuition. I see humor and joy. I hear a voice guiding me ‘when you fall down, get up. You are able to do more than you think. When you feel you’ve given all you’ve got – give more.’ I see how life can be lived.”

As a tribute to all of us pursuing our passion, living in our light and expressing our being-ness. I ‘reprint’ an article written by Martha Graham.

I am a Dancer
By Martha Graham

I am a dancer. I believe that we learn by practice. Whether it means to learn to dance by practicing dancing or to learn to live by practicing living, the principles are the same. In each it is the performance of a dedicated precise set of acts, physical or intellectual, from which comes shape of achievement, a sense of one’s being, a satisfaction of spirit. One becomes in some area an athlete of God.

To practice means to perform, in the face of all obstacles, some act of vision, of faith, of desire. Practice is a means of inviting the perfection desired.

I think the reason dance has held such an ageless magic for the world is that it has been the symbol of the performance of living. Even as I write, time has begun to make today yesterday-the past. The most brilliant scientific discoveries will in time change and perhaps grow obsolete, as new scientific manifestations emerge. But art is eternal, for it reveals the inner landscape, which is the soul of man.

Many times I hear the phrase “the dance of life.” It is an expression that touches me deeply, for the instrument through which the dance speaks is also the instrument through which life is lived-the human body. It is the instrument by which all the primaries of life are made manifest. It holds in its memory all matters of life and death and love. Dancing appears glamorous, easy, delightful. But the path to the paradise of the achievement is not easier than any other. There is fatigue so great that the body cries, even in its sleep. There are times of complete frustration, there are daily small deaths. Then I need all the comfort that practice has stored in my memory, a tenacity of faith.

It takes about ten years to make a mature dancer. The training is twofold. First comes the study and practice of the craft which is the school where you are working in order to strengthen the muscular structure of the body. The body is shaped, disciplined, honored, and in time, trusted. The movement becomes clean, precise, eloquent, truthful. Movement never lies. It is a barometer telling the state of the soul’s weather to all who can read it. This might be called the law of the dancer’s life-the law which governs its outer aspects.

Then comes the cultivation of the being from which whatever you have to say comes. It doesn’t just come out of nowhere, it comes out of a great curiosity. The main thing, of course, always is the fact that there is only one of you in the world, just one, and if that is not fulfilled then something has been lost. Ambition is not enough; necessity is everything. It is through this that the legends of the soul’s journey are retold with all their tragedy and their bitterness and sweetness of living. It is at this point that the weep of life catches up with the mere personality of the performer, and while the individual becomes greater, the personal becomes less personal. And there is grace. I mean the grace resulting from faith — faith in life, in love, in people, in the act of dancing. All this is necessary to any performance in life which is magnetic, powerful, rich in meaning.

In a dancer, there is a reverence for such forgotten things as the miracle of the small beautiful bones and their delicate strength. In a thinker, there is a reverence for the beauty of the alert and directed and lucid mind. In all of us who perform there is an awareness of the smile which is part of the equipment, or gift, of the acrobat. We have all walked the high wire of circumstance at times. We recognize the gravity pull of the earth as he does. The smile is there because he is practicing living at that instant of danger. He does not choose to fall.

At times I fear walking that tightrope. I fear the venture into the unknown. But that is part of the act of creating and the act of performing. That is what a dancer does.”

Quotes from Martha Graham In Performance

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“It is through this that the legends of the soul’s journey are retold with all their tragedy and their bitterness and sweetness of living.”

>Bare Mel Hits Beverly Hills!

In Uncategorized on November 19, 2009 at 7:54 am

>And that’s how I handled my Divorce.

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In Uncategorized on November 18, 2009 at 12:43 am


We are all speaking of the same human experience
We couch it in our art forms and in all we do.
It isn’t happenstance that we are drawn
Where we are or where we live.
It isn’t trauma and triumph
That stamps our carriage
It is the undeniable commonality
That you and they and you and I
Share and know and live
It is why we weep as a nation
It is why we pour out our hearts
To our brothers
For it is in that luminosity
of our aching hearts
that We

Photography by Melanie Lutz

Here’s the soundtrack for today

Johnny Cash covering Trent Reznor Nine Inch Nail’s Hurt….

“I wear this crown of thorns upon my liars chair, full of broken thoughts, I can not repair. Beneath the stains of time, feelings disappear, you are someone else, I’m still right here.”

“If I could start again, a million miles away, I would keep myself, I would find a way.”

As sung by the legend Johnny Cash at the end of his life these words take on meaning and poignancy unintended by the original author but laying bare a deeply held truth. The self doesn’t change, doesn’t shift, we merely find a way to support it’s inherent sense and sensibility.

This song goes out to my dear friend whose daughter died over the weekend. She wasn’t supposed to live past three, so we celebrate her life and the adventure of her 23 years. We love you.

>The Gift of Frankles

In Uncategorized on November 17, 2009 at 3:03 am


The Gift of Frankles from Melanie Lutz on Vimeo.

My neighbor died April 2nd of this year. We celebrated his birthday over the weekend.

To teach is to demonstrate.

He taught me to take life as you find it,
to live in the adventure of being
and in his dying he taught me
the meaning of letting go.

He road into his latest journey full and whole and complete.

He had his family.
He had his love.
And he lives on.

May possibility always be open for business
and the spirit of the dreamer that Frank was flourish in his memory.