A most feminine treasure – a visit from my dear friend, a sisterhood bond of twenty years. With the intention to simply love on one another we share three precious days to sweetly be with the flow of breath, blood,…
Watching old fears made new followed by a gestation of wakefulness for living vividly. Gifts bountiful. Change necessary. Observations of self through whole body wisdom. Discovery of a schema discoloring the hues of blessings. A state unintegrated makes for ego…
What is a conscious relationship? What does it feel like to live with passion? Are you in touch with your own energy of the feminine and the masculine? How do you communicate? Are your efforts creating intimacy? Do you…
*photo by Monica Woods Seaside Love (One of) salty purification. Changing of a season returning to quiet joy. Gifted an embodied process. Awakening dormant energy, tides of truth. Perfect data in discovering self. Feminine cycle delivering a goddess as a flowing current. Part of…
What is wrong with having feelings (sensations and emotions)? When did we start telling ourselves that we are heavy, messy, fantastic, fickle, childish, tense, fearful and radical rather than discerning that we are feeling these ways. Do we accompany our…
Lit up. Continual meeting of edges. Of ego. Witnessing an infantry of defenses met by a cosmic army of helpers. Who will die? The one burdened by a legacy? She who is implicated by an ancestry? Creative action meets acceptance….
Experiencing tiny bursts of an aliveness saturated with your soul. Waking up to beauty. Lines of perfection on your temple lead to exquisite sensations through every limb. Drinking in the beloved with such concentration is almost too much. Did I…
Anger of the bitter, bristling, exasperated, indignant type. NOT rabid, smoldering, wrathful, or livid. Experiencing the ripe opportunity to sit in my hot blood like a warrior able to meet the fires of purification. There will be rites of…
A return to my beloved is like that familiar reunion with my own soul. This breath can grow full with the scent of deep presence on my skin. It was as if I had been to a land far away….
There is an uncomfortable edge when I do not know, do not have an answer, and am in that vulnerable space of the unknown, without the ability to control the outcome, or even the process. While I have been taught…
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