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What I want to remember: a prayer for masculine and feminine union

What I want to remember⁣ ⁣ More of my warrior is what is needed⁣ My scream, my strength, my not standing for anything less ⁣ Calling forth his highest version of himself⁣ ⁣ Offering him the earth as a gift. My sensuality, my dancing, purring, growling, stomping, moaning. ⁣ ⁣ My full, total, uninhibited expression. ⁣ ⁣ Soothing his system with that energy through my

The massive call of the earth – that is me

“Like a primitive, shrieking banshee call,” she said. ⁣ ⁣ “That’s the energy I want to feel more, from you.”⁣ ⁣ I pretended to feel confused, for a moment. ⁣ ⁣ I thought, she’s wrong. That’s not the energy I need. ⁣ But it wasn’t confusion. It was avoidance. And I could feel the truth in my body. ⁣ ⁣ Later, we were asked to

Everything is adjusting

Everything is adjusting. ⁣ ⁣ I just kept hearing that last night, stepping carefully through the rocks, ocean by my side. ⁣ ⁣ Everything shifting, as you open. Rearranging itself. Falling into place. ⁣ ⁣ All timelines. All layers of self. All possibilities.⁣ ⁣ Everything, as you open, soften. ⁣ ⁣ Saying, you have always had this. ⁣ ⁣ Now you are feeling it. ⁣

Spilling your sexual energy

I put my naked body all over the internet and I rarely ever attract unwanted sexual attention. ⁣ ⁣ When I was younger, I spilled my sexual energy all over the place. ⁣ ⁣ I wore super low-cut tops, showed as much skin as possible, flirted… all with the intention of being more attractive.⁣ ⁣ Really I was trying to get validation. ⁣ ⁣ I

The eroticism of being seen

Being seen is deeply terrifying. ⁣ ⁣ And it’s also fucking hot. ⁣ ⁣ And what we sometimes miss in the desire to be seen is that the appeal of it actually comes from your willingness to feel all of the sensations. ⁣ ⁣ Terror included. ⁣ ⁣ We LOVE feeling terror. ⁣ ⁣ There is something so tingly, so exciting, so ALIVE about letting

9 years ago today I lost my brother

Last night I went looking for her, the girl I was 9 years ago, the girl who lost her brother. I re-activated my first Facebook ever. I remembered writing messages to Damon, while he sat unconscious in the ICU, because I didn’t know how else to talk to him. Talking directly to him was weird, because he didn’t respond. So I wrote my messages through

A woman called me ugly and this is how I responded

Somebody wrote to Jordan last night to tell him that I was ugly and to ask why he kept posting about me. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ This woman has based her career on being a model (and is now a dating coach).⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ I spent my entire teenage life thinking that my looks were the only source of my value. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ I spent so much time

We crave the things that are bad for us

Every few months, my victimized inner teenager will win and I’ll have a pizza binge. Pizza makes my body very sick. I’ve been eating a specific diet this year. Not an overly-restricted, no-exceptions kind of diet – but more a “I have to admit that my body no longer tolerates certain foods” kind of diet. It is so closely related to the inner work I’ve

The earth longs to be seen by us

The earth longs to be seen by us. Not seen with your eyes. Not like “oh, that’s a pretty tree.” It longs to be felt. Deep inside your body. To be recognized as another being. Each tree. The mud. Each branch, leaf, bug, body of water. They want you to feel them. To open and allow them in. To allow for an energetic exchange. We

I used to think I hated cooking & it was too girly of an activity for me

I used to think I hated cooking. I thought I was bad at it. I thought that I was a feminist woman and cooking was below me. The first month I stayed with Jordan, I did not cook him one. Thing. And then… when we started to talk about living together… he was like, I can’t take care of every meal. So I had to