Life Always Rises, a poem about heartbreak and healing.

I believe that the only way to love is no holds barred, no armor, no protection, bleeding beating heart right out there on the ground to be trampled or tended, because, you never know, it might, finally be tended to by someone with a gentle hand. And if not? If trampling is what happens? You loved. You loved. I cannot imagine anything else.

A poem for my beloved during a breakup.

It’s a weird thing, being a woman who is too much

Too big, too demanding, too clear on what she wants.

Too vital, vibrating with passion and lust for life.

You’ll never be happy with anyone who is less though.

This is my blessing on you and also my curse.

Love poetry, love poems, breakup poem

I have my own curses to deal with.

As we sit in the closing edge of the New Moon window at Samhaintide we have the opportunity to let go of the year's deep grief.

Grief over the innocent lives lost in wars around the world.

Eco grief.

Grief we have dissociated from.

Grief we have buried.

Grief we have been sitting in but feel like we may never get to the bottom of.

Rage, too, is welcomed here for release. These two often sit together, grief and rage. All of the emotions that seek voice can be brought to the fire.

instructions for hosting a grief and wailing circle, processing grief and sadness

Creating a mycelial network for humans through a growing spiritual community.

Samhain. Halloween. This time of year when many of us are celebrating the end of the agricultural year and the coming of a new one, yes, even if we also celebrate at the calendar year's end, we are also hard up against the awareness that our ancestral altars are made and calling to us, the remembrances of our beloved--and deeply missed--dead are coming more quickly than is typical.

Time matters. Even in spiritual or somewhat spiritual spaces, time matters. We are living in a 3D realm that runs on a schedule. We get tired and need sleep. We need to move our bodies. We can only *hold so much space for one person* if we aren't being paid to hold that space. It is too much to ask a client, in a circle, to hold the space and to give hers up, so that one unconscious (or selfish) person can breathe in all of the air in the room.

Opening to penetration. How can we feel safe and ready to be penetrated?

A sex coach is a coach, not a sexual surrogate, not a courtesan, not a sex worker. Just a coach who works mostly via Zoom, helping folks find ways to experience more embodied pleasure.

women are tired of not getting what they want or need in bed and because their needs aren’t being met and their desires aren’t being fulfilled…

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This is the time of year when creation begins. When humanity, collectively, begins to feel the potentials available to us for the coming months.

When you learn about your Erotic Blueprint and about your lover’s Blueprint/s, a whole world opens up of understanding, for exploration and play, and for deeper satisfaction.