10 Wicked Morsels for Living a Sexy Life.


In the desire to help a friend conjure tools for the complicated areas of life, I spontaneously compiled these morsels of thought which I now wish to share with you.

From bits of my favorite quotations compiled with my own life experiences, birthed from my love of sharing love, these morsels were born. Each of them is followed by a question. I feel that questions are the doorways to personal evolution, which give us cause to embark on grand and glorious adventures into the boundless realms.


We must break to become anything different than what we are. Whether it’s a broken bone, a broken habit, a broken marriage, or a broken heart, something must be destroyed before something new can be created. It’s the hardest most soul-wrenching experience — breaking to the utmost of what you always thought you were — but beautifully blazoned and raw, wild as a black stallion and so worth the ride.

When was the last time you broke?


I could not do this concept better justice than how Henry Miller words it:

“Life, as we all know, is conflict, and man, being part of life, is himself an expression of conflict. If he recognizes the fact and accepts it, he is apt, despite the conflict, to know peace and to enjoy it. But to arrive at this end, which is only a beginning (for we haven’t begun to live yet!), a man has got to learn the doctrine of acceptance, that is, of unconditional surrender, which is love.”

When was the last time you surrendered to your conflict?


Don’t be limited by feelings of inadequacy. Tell that notion to f*ck off. Life is a grand creative project and self-expression is essential to you. Express yourself, always. Divinely. Exceptionally. Grandly. Utterly. Darkly. Lightly. By self-expression we venture further into ourselves. And by venturing further into you, you can’t help but become transformed.

When was the last time you ventured down there?


Instead of placing your identity in other people, friends, lovers, ex-lovers, family life—because this can be precarious and sometimes detrimental — place it into you and the world. Put your identity into your experiences, not the people who you experience with. Though love the experiences you have with them. And love them. Share, joyously, drunkenly, wildly.

This causes you to fall madly in love with life and yourself in a way that empowers you and everyone around you. Spilling love over like beautiful molten lava! Creating an energy where giving becomes your fuel — what builds you. In this sense life becomes perpetual motion and everything — everyone — around you including life, as you live it, becomes your teacher.

When was the last time you identified as your experience?


Brought to you by Hermann Hesse:

“Man is not by any means of fixed and enduring form. He is nothing else than the narrow and perilous bridge between nature and spirit. His innermost destiny drives him on to the spirit and to God. His innermost longing draws him back to nature, the mother. Between the two forces his life hangs tremulous and irresolute.”

When was the last time you were okay with not knowing?


Form a working relationship with your anger. Embrace it. Kiss it in the rain. Caress its sweet contours, then take it home and bang the hell out of it. The beautiful thing about passion is, you create with it. There is no right or wrong way to be passionate. There is merely conscious and unconscious passion.

Making sweet love to your anger is being conscious of the God inside you. Remember, there is no right or wrong — only choice and consequence. Decide the consequences that are unfavorable and don’t make choices that lead there. This is one method by which we truly come to know ourselves. Remember, you are always enough.

What was the last time you suffered consequence?


Whatever you’re afraid of, or hesitant to become because you think you can’t. Become it fiercely, honestly. If you’re scared of it, it’s probably an indication you’re headed in the right direction. (see MORSEL III)

When was the last time you told fear to f*ck off?


Everything that has happened to you, the stuff you did or did not do or say, was all a necessary happening. It has made you, and you are beautiful in all your perfect nakedness and imperfectness. In your defeats, accomplishments, wisdom and stupidity. Darkness and lightness.

It has all served the you that stands in the now — an organic, malleable expression of life and Source. If I were to liken this to the forging of a sword, which in and of itself is a violent process, the true revelation and exquisitely sexy nature of this weapon is apparent through not only the forging but in the wielding.

When was the last time you wielded your sword?


Think of the world you carry within you. Only be attentive to the stuff that rises up and makes you tremble with ferocity. That violent, destructive chaos that makes you want to annihilate the universe and then turn around and re-create it (let there be light!) — set this energy above everything else you experience and observe about you. This passion is worthy of your entire love.

Allow the solitude of this feeling. There is love even in solitude. Being with solitude is necessary, because when life seems mundane and without point, what comes from your innermost world, from the depths of solitude is what lends comfort. It is also here in this place of trembling passion you find God. In this kind of solitude there is prayer. Such passion is prayer.

When was the last time you allowed passionate solitude?


It is only with boundaries and limitations that we can create anything. Once created, those boundaries can be pushed. This is the nature of evolution. This applies to everything—art, poetry, life, relationship, love.

When was the last time you established a boundary?


Even in the boundless realms, a boundary needs to be laid, for how would you understand the beauty of the realm were it not dualistic and set up in the language of boundaries? Light/dark. Hot/Cold. Sleep/awake. Conscious/Unconscious. Boy/Girl. You/Me.

Now go, live, you wicked, sexy thing, you.


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Kristi Stout

Kristi Stout

Kristi L. Stout is an artist, mother, and lover. She considers herself a Renaissance woman, in service of Love in its many forms. It is her belief that inside each of us is our own sacred, Wild nature -- a hidden instinct that is not forgotten as much as it is dormant, like leafless trees in winter. It is the part of us that is connected to all things. A knowing without knowing. The part deep inside that understands darkness is necessary for the moon to simmer silver, and recognizes that even if you’re lost in the middle of nowhere you can always find a sacred somewhere -- like an internal compass pointing true north to your heart center. Her passion project, work in progress, is She Is Wild. You can find more of Kristi’s work here or connect with her on Facebook.
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