Aahh.. the ever present ebb and flow of emotions. It's currents are strong and I find myself tiring of it's perpetual nature. Exhausting myself again and again with a useless struggle against the pull that takes me further and further into feeling.

I happily allow myself to drift weightlessly in the deep waters of passion, joy, bliss. Bathing in it's sensuality, it seeps into every pore, every crevice of my being. Engulfed in it's warm liquids it consumes me and I let it hold me in i... read more

It's official, I am now free and clear of a job that has been sucking the life and happiness right out of me.
Day three now of my new unemployed status, I'm beginning to look around at all the creative projects that have been calling to me over the past year, the one's that have been laying around half finished, semi attended to, patiently awaiting the day that I would dive back in and submerse myself in the flow of timelessness and escape that art provides and I'm beginning to feel the desi... read more

"Semen is Latin for a dormant, fertilized, plant ovum - a seed.
Men's ejaculation is chemically more akin to plant pollen.
See, it is really more accurate to call it mammal pollen.

To call it semen is to thrust an insanity deep inside our culture:
that men plow women and plant their seed when, in fact, what
they are doing is pollinating flowers.

Now, doesn't that change everything between us?"

Stephen Harrod Buhner
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Nothin like a little Kundalini yoga to get the love flowing.
AND just in time, or right on time rather, with the season of growth. Delicate little blossoms breaking through the crusty surface of the earth that has been caressed by winters kisses for the past months demonstrate the movement in my spin, in my heart, in my spirit. Aaahhhh... feels so good! I've been blessed by the healing movement work of Continuum (you must google this, it is quite amazing) as well. Diving deep into the fl... read more

My blood is thick with the juices of summer's events.
I feel the slowing down creeping up on the air. The curling into self time to feast and nibble at the seeds that have been gathered and tucked away during the speed and rush of summer life. Now I get to rest and dream with my pockets full of treasures. The sun is still here and yet the winding down has begun and I embrace it full heartedly. Expansion needs contraction.
As with a ripe pomagranate, my heart is full, and one by one I ... read more