Stop: A COVID-19 Invitation From Your Earth Mother.
And in the pause, in this stop, She began to heal. Your Earth Mama, She began to put Herself back together and find Her balance.
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Balconies, Breasts, and Death: Exploring Juliet’s Verona.
Had Juliet lived to a wizened age, we’d recoil from those breasts, low and deflated from years of gravity and nursing babies. We’d suggest that Romeo upgrade to a newer model.
To the Married Man Afraid of Me.
I offer that it is not just my body that you are attracted to, it is the sacred feminine energy I exude that you want, that you crave, that heals you. The fact that you can sense I get you, that you don’t have to pretend anymore. Go and demand that from your wife by being the sacred masculine ...
The Feminine Principle: Yes, We Are Just Breasts And Hips.
Sometimes I wonder if the Divine Feminine is rising more in men than in women. On city streets, I see men taking their time, allowing their gait to be (consciously or not) felt out more, present, not rushed. I see women, myself included, running here and there, and I wonder why.
