I love aging. I find the passing of time fascinating, adventurous, freeing and profound. I’ve found it to be sensual, rich, and bliss-filled. And you know what? I find it to be sexyㅡprofoundly sexy.
Some changes happen to us slowly, inching forward over time. Other changes in life happen in these abrupt moments where the shift is happening quickly, immediately, in our bodies. Moments where we cannot help but to reassess, and move forward as changed women.
Your intuition is your magic and it is in you. Sometimes, you just need to slow down and listen more closely to be able to hear it. You need to trust those wonderful rumblings in your gut that say “yes,” “no,” “stay” or “go”.
The Campfire Theory …
The spirit of a wild woman rumbles inside each of us. It needs to be there. And it needs to be heard.
To connect us to the primal side of life, that side of life that is driven by passion and instinct and verve.
When you lose your center, you lose
your lust for life, you lose your wolven self. And all that would be left is an empty domesticated creature looking out from behind a dingy window. Pining.
This wild-ass woman sometimes has got to go and feel the edge of life on the brink of the world.
I’m taking off tomorrow…
I asked my friend what the word “feminine” meant to her. She scrunched up her nose as if smelling something putrid and said, “delicate, dainty you know… Effeminate.”⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I looked up “effeminate” on the internet – “effeminacy is the manifestation of traits in a boy or man that are more often associated with feminine nature, behavior, mannerism, style, or gender roles rather than with masculine nature, behavior, mannerisms, style or roles. It is typically used implying criticism or ridicule of this behavior.”⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
There it is. That last sentence, on Wikipedia no less – “it is typically used implying criticism or ridicule of this behavior.” Effeminate, and the other words we use to express feminine qualities is a word that desperately needs rescuing from a culture that has a wickedly disturbing relationship to all things feminine.
I am Queen.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I deserve all the riches this life has to offer me. I fill myself up first and let the abundance of my life overflow into the lives of those around me. I buzz and hum and radiate with abandon.
Think about it. The Queen or the maid? Which are you? Which do you choose? Because it is a choice. Which do you really want to be? Which do you think you deserve?
Here are the 5 reasons you might be feeling dimly lit…in your feminine energy.
1. You don’t consciously own your body.
2. Your body is probably trapped in a cage of frozen musculature and fascia.
3. You are constantly being judged and self-judging.
4. Your feelings have been stifled by the world’s complex relationship with the natural flow of emotions.
5. Everything you were ever told about ‘happily ever after’ in love, sex and passion was a LIE.
Now more than ever it is vital that we reconnect with the truth of who we are. It’s vital that we reclaim our bodies, our emotions and our desires without shame.
To body whisper is to reach into the depth of a person’s body to speak to their soul. It is to pierce the veil of the ego to intermingle with the most radiant life force beneath.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀It is the pinnacle of intuitive capability. This skill can serve you and your loved ones at the most opportune times. No words need to be spoken. Your world becomes seamless and graceful.
I’m curious…How often do you dance? And I don’t mean formal dancing or dancing at a dance club. No one’s doing that right now. I mean just cut loose and dance? Freely, unobstructed, out loud for the whole world to see?
I love this epic body of mine. And yes, I said it… she’s epic. Why? Because there isn’t a moment that goes by when she doesn’t know exactly what I need. She soothes me when I’m anxious; she coddles me when I’m sad; she wraps me up in her arms when I need a safe place to unwind.
I remember the phone call as if it were yesterday. Her voice had an accent, but I couldn’t quite place from where. “I’ve been searching for you for 6 months. You are so hard to get hold of.” I smiled. …