mother

Do you remember the sound of the hips that cracked to birth you echoing all the way back to the First Mother? The ten thousand secrets whispered into your bloodby every woman that came before you. The blessings of your lineage;how to know yourselfhow to live a lifehow to heal. The burdens;how to hold your tonguehow to carry your painhow to…

witness

What is it about being witnessed that brings us in so much closer, more at home in ourselves? There’s a disruption to the seductive pull of stubborn independence, isolation and separation. A ripening of our fruits. The tenderness of human connection draws us out through the tiny cracks and crevices of our heavy armor, eventually…

autumn

The space in between the inhale and exhale the light and darkness between planes of flesh and spirit. Gather the abundance laid down under the high summer sun and turn your nectar into honey wine. Chop wood carry water and shift your gaze towards the waning golden hour. Listen as the feathered ones sing their…

groundlessness

Groundlessness has a dynamic quality to it that can feel exhilarating and freeing, and also thoroughly unsettling (if not terrifying). That liminal space between the inhale and exhale, between balance and falling, between what was and what will be; at the lion’s mouth, standing halfway in and half out. The perceived need to put ground…

the wild will call you back

The Wild will call you back. Through half-remembered dreams and sunsets painted in burnt sienna and vermillion flames she will call you back home. The coyotes will wake you from your sleep with their clarion call to keep your eyes wide open. How long have you been sleeping? How much have you forgotten? The Wild…

for the men

Brothers, you have the mighty oak in your spine and the morning sunin your chest.Sing to me with a lion underneath your tongue;give me your soft purrand your thundering roar.You go down like a smooth whiskey warming my bodywith a deepslow burn.I’ll put my pot on your stoveand let you bring me downto a slow simmerso I know just…

summer solstice

Summer. You sweaty, sexy beast. You are a long, slow exhale with crimson sunsets on your breath. Tell me stories by the campfire under sparkling night skies while I lick blackberry jam from my fingers and the fireflies hold council in the meadow. Your expansive landscape lets me stretch my quivering tendrils wide intoxicating my…

pleasure

A dear sister recently invited me to embark on a daily pleasure practice, and it has resulted in a deep dive exploration of my relationship with pleasure. We often think of pleasure as relating to sexuality and decadence, and while pleasure IS rather sexy, it’s not just about sex and extravagance. What if pleasure could…

healing in relationship

We were never meant to do any of this alone.  Not our joy, our grief, our rage, our deepest expression of love.  We weren’t meant to try and process our personal and collective pain and trauma on our own.  We are not supposed to live without touch, without gazing into each other’s eyes, without the…

letting the good girl die

I have spent much of my life being the good girl – a feminine archetype born from a place of grasping for survival in this world.  We all know her well – she is nice, sweet, accommodating, agreeable, she aims to please, and is very comfortable playing small.  She is never quite ready, never sure…