I will never forget, how you first kissed me, on that thursday morning, on the sidewalk outside cafe brasil.
I let the mandala tell me what she wants to BE. I follow the curves and let the mandala have her voice, because that is what she needs. She needs room to play and to breathe and be imperfect.
I had no plans to start any business, but all I knew is after 11 years of working for others, I couldn’t continue to work at another soul-sucking job. I clearly remember saying out loud “Universe, I’m taking a leap here. Catch me”
I am not going to give you a list of tantric points to cover, or certain positions to entangle yourself in. What I am going to share are the tenets which I believe are the basis for any sacred sexual experience with yourself or another. Each element builds on the next.
As I’ve settled into my new life here in Portugal, I realize just how much I have come home to myself. There is no man, no amount of money, no accolade, no friend who could fulfill me in the ways I know and love myself.
The void is the bleak, blank canvas part of this alchemical journey. In the Void, the unserving parts of you are gone. You are not who you used to be, you don’t know who you are anymore, and yet your purest essence is waiting to bloom, be expressed and pour out of you.
Some call it the hero’s journey, a spiritual depression or crisis, or shadow work as one moves from darkness into light. It was an initiation of epic proportions. It was a dark night of the soul.
I started to feel this part of me inside, in my gut more specifically, that wanted movement and was calling me forward. It wanted revolution. All I knew was that I needed a change. A big one.