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
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.
I reclaimed my health and left my job, embarking on a six-month trip to India and Bali. I volunteered at shelters, I practiced Yoga at the foothills of the Himalayas, and I worked through some of the emotional baggage that I'd accumulated. That baggage looked like divorce and bulimia. It looked ...
The old mirror is wise, dispelling the lies that left me insecure. Our struggle is not in vain, and I am ready for change that starts with a heart that is pure.
Oh, melancholy. How difficult it is to describe you! I write sentences after sentences in hopes of capturing what you really are. The happiness in sadness? The reason behind the whole of life calling for tears? A blissful kind of sorrow? A defense of gloom without depression? A passing grief ...