Erotic Spring, relentless weeds: the garden as guru
The land is coming alive again. Everywhere a great unfurling, the season of resurrection. The naked branches of the oaks ruffle with new green. Pops of pink splatter the rose garden. The hens (and rooster, Zeus) are so busy that now we have enough eggs to give away. I just made a delicious frittata with feta, kale, and last summer’s sundried tomatoes.
Erasure and a threshold moment
On the last full moon, my Facebook and Instagram social media accounts were hacked. The pages, community, and content that I’ve been curating for decades literally disappeared overnight.
At the bottom of the exhale
‘Tis the season of long nights in this neck of the woods as the winter solstice approaches. (That’s our little log cabin home above.) We’re in the final moments of a long exhale that started back at the solstice in June. Soon, the slow inhale will commence as we build toward the light again.
Stillness over striving, gratitude by Shakti
In my corner of the world, the call is inward. Windows flung wide open a few weeks ago are now closed tight against the autumn chill. The fire glows day and night, radiating heat at the heart of our home. The hammock is packed away. Ugg boots have nudged out flip-flops.
Let your desire matter
One of the fascinating things about being a coach known for talking freely about sensuality and sex is that, at unexpected times and in unusual places, people lower their voices and share very intimate things with me. I’m touched by these confidences. It feels like the Goddess is tapping me on the shoulder and saying, “Serve me this way, by embodying your dharma and grounding your gifts in real time.”
Your pleasure is a form of protest
My 84-year-old mom called me recently and asked me to take her to a protest. She said she wasn’t OK with what was happening to our country and wanted to do something about it. So, on a sunny spring morning, we joined about 2,000 others—mostly women who looked a lot like us—at one of the busier intersections in our little town. We waved our signs at the passing cars, most of which honked in support.
Same street, different story
We want to stay informed and engaged without spiraling into distraction and despair (anger or anxiety). We want to feel our feelings while tending to our permeable, empathic natures. We want to take part in forms of activism or speaking out that are aligned with our integrity, vision and capacity.
Self care the Shakti way
I hold that it’s a privilege and our choice to be alive in this time of great evolutionary turning. And let’s be real. It is no small task to bear witness to the destruction, to the patriarchal stranglehold on power, while simultaneously staying grounded in our sensual feminine body and holding fiercely to a vision of the world we know is possible.
Close the gap, dissolve the obstacles
The journey to the shiny thing ended up being easy, creative, and rewarding. The sense of fulfillment upon my arrival was exquisite.
Why Pleasure is a Priority
I think January is for dreaming and deep wintering. As you go about visioning your new year, setting intentions, defining goals, and parsing out plans, please honor a pace that is right for you.
WELCOME
I invite you to remember that Shakti, your divine feminine life force, is alive and well, in your body, heart and soul. It is my passion to support the awakening of more love on this planet. And that begins with you. May you be blessed, nourished and resourced by what you discover here.
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