THE TIME HAS FINALLY COME! The official Wholesome Foods I Love You Is That OK? trailer is live!

Watch, SHARE, show us some love. New episodes drop EVERY THURSDAY... until... we're done.

LOVE LOVE LOVE you guys for being so patient, staying curious, and supporting us in countless ways. <3 <3 <3

Starring Krista Hovsepian, Daniel De Santo, Chris George, Samara Stern, and Jenny Raven.

Featuring: Kyle Buchanan, Katerina Maria, Connie Wang, Margaret Lamarre, Navi Dhanoa, Sana Asad, Aniela Kurylo, Anikó Kaszás, Tennille Read, Angela Besharah, Harper Schlagheck, Katrina McKay, Jessie Arora, Danika Brysha, Freya Ravensbergen, Richard Waugh, Chris Housepian, Hans de Wit, Ariel Lepper-Walker, Sarah Hauch, and Nina Paul Rausch.

Theme song written & performed by the incredible Sarafina BV.

Produced by yours truly, Cailleah Scott-Grimes, and Daniel De Santo.


Last month, my creative team and I launched and ran our Kickstarter campaign for my original series, Wholesome Foods, I Love You... Is That OK? 

We successfully raised $15K, though in the name of complete honesty and transparency, it was an incredibly grueling process. I do think it was a necessary one, though. I don't regret respectfully bounding over and past the warnings well-meaning colleagues and co-creators laid at my feet before we started the process. I heard a lot of, "It's too hard"s and "Don't do it"s, but I'm stubborn and have never been one to pay much attention to what other people are saying or doing. Beat of my own drum's been going strong since before I even knew how to march. 

I want to write more about the campaign process, the toll it took on me personally, and how we got to where we are - eventually. For now, I'm staying elbow-deep in pre-production spreadsheets and call sheets and location bookings. I'm moving swiftly forward with suitcases full of props, a team of brilliant artists supporting me, and a hum in my heart that makes even the longest, most draining days of coordinating this whole thing so incredibly fulfilling and worthwhile.

And a few really special, amazing things came out of that little campaign of ours (I mean, aside from the outpouring of love from our enthusiastic backers and finally meeting our goal, of course)... one of them being this lovely feature that Yoga Digest did on me. I'm both honored and humbled to be seen as a change maker; I typically feel like I'm just fumbling and stumbling through the muck, hoping that what I create will find its way to the people who need it most, and that it will, in even the smallest way, have a positive impact on their lives. My soul knows that I'm capable of much, much more. 

So give it a read. I'll be over here muckin' around and learning to step into the big ol' change makin' shoes that have been waiting by my door for far too long now...





there are cracks in my bones and teethmarks on my skin from all the times we have gnawed at each other, broken each other down. bit by bit. inch by inch. a little snap here, a larger break there... and sinews unfurling hidden pain so deep that neither of us could sense it - until you called me out. i wanted to hug you but we hurled insults at one another from opposing sides of the continent instead. and so, when i reached out my hand to touch your face and cool the blazing fire between your cheeks, you were far too far to have any idea that that's what i was trying to do. 


i want to slice the sky into quadrants again and again until all that is left are tiny cubes of peace and humanity that can be passed on to every blazing heart and restless mind as offerings of hope and comfort and the gentle nod that says i feel you, i'm with you, until we all find stillness once more - if only for one fleeting moment, if only in pursuit of the smallest, gentlest shift. 

Krista Hovsepian

i struggle with small talk. i’m good at it, but it bores me. i don’t want to talk about the weather or stop at how’s work and how’s your mother? i want to know what your soul craves. your wildest dreams and your biggest fears. what you think about when you’re tossing and turning at 3 am, unable to sleep. i want to hear about the times you felt the most loved, the most in love. what it feels like in your body, in your heartspace when you think about the impermanence of life, about your own death. i want to delve into your craziest thoughts, the ones that make you feel scared and alone (because i promise they’re not so scary and you’re not so alone) and i want to explore the things that make you laugh from the depths of your belly, that make you chortle and snort, and the things that make you cry so hard that your body contorts and convulses into primally primitive patterns of release. it’s okay. we’ve all been there. i want to free fall into your youness and to carve out a safe space to pour, drip, spill, funnel out my essence for us both to explore until everything and nothing makes sense anymore.