To be the luckiest woman in the world, you must wake up. Consciously stepping outside of your stories in order to see what’s real. To realize that nothing is real.
There were no words, only an otherworldly pleasure that could not be contained, floating on the purity of perfect love, one never-ending blissfully orgasmic communion with the Universe, with Source, with God and All That Is
Cultivating bliss, joy and pleasure is an equally challenging and courageous act. Learning to actualize those emotions is just as uncomfortable as the others.
It’s about holding ourselves with compassion, which is an antidote to codependency -- and hence, a way to get closer to the divine that always lives within you.
Sending my daughters, all of our daughters, out into the world as women empowered by their sexuality is the treasure I have found beneath the ruins of my marriage.
Tie my acres of veins around the globe
Marking our compass path of the future
The roads of the path like rough guitar strings,
leading the way out into the pulsing planet