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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...

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. I’ve spent countless hours attempting to access my accounts again, to file an...

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...

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...

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...

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...