The spirit of a wild woman rumbles inside each of us. It needs to be there. And it needs to be heard.
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To connect us to the primal side of life, that side of life that is driven by passion and instinct and verve.
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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.
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This wild-ass woman sometimes has got to go and feel the edge of life on the brink of the world.
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I’m taking off tomorrow…
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The Value of a Woman
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?
“What desire REALLY means, and how you can use it”
When I was younger I noticed I had an itch. A gnawing disturbance inside my body. In my teens, this itch was all about dancing. And it caused me to take action. It caused me to sign up for gymnastics…
3 Powerful first steps toward a life of Epic-Body-Ownership
Desire is the force that moves us toward life. It is our creative fuel. So obviously, if we shy away from the idea of our own desire we are going to remain shackled to the dull state of affairs that we have been led to believe is normal. So, just to give you a taste of what this feels like in your body, take a moment to remember the best first kiss or best first loving touch you ever experienced. It could have been the slight brush of a hand against your forearm. Or the new, strange warmth against your lips. Feel the electricity start to move through your body. Notice as the cells come to life. Living FULLY in this titillated feeling is what it means to be a Woman Ignited.
5 reasons you might be feeling dimly lit in your feminine energy
Here are the 5 reasons you might be feeling dimly lit…in your feminine energy.
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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.
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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.
Body Whispering
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.
Body Apology
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.
Why EPIC
Twenty years ago, I stumbled into an amazing experience where my life went from mediocre to extraordinary. Think of Kansas to Oz or shades of grey to bright technicolor.
Red-Hot Epic Love
“Write a thorough list. What does your perfect partner look like?” This was asked of me while in a personal growth seminar in NYC. I was fresh out of college and ready to find my perfect lifemate. I started writing. What…
Finding Your Epic Body
My relationship to my body has been a rocky one most of my life. From emaciated ballerina in my teens to the “fat 20’s,” as I used to refer to myself, to the circus-like game of inflate, deflate inflate, deflate…
Creating your Epic Life
I remember the rain running down the windshield of the tow truck as I sat in a beautiful long silk 1920’s thrift store dress that I’d bought just for the audition. Watching in dismay as the tow truck driver guy…
