the red thread
and where she follows
like a teeter-totter tipping
back and forth
i’m wholing.
i’m hurting.
i’m rocking
in pleasure and pain.
the wild ride throws me
but He holds me close.
He doesn’t let me go
even when i feel
i’m flying off.
bless thee eternal masculine
and men.
i am anchored in the throes.
i can relax in.
letting myself be held
by Him
is the practice.
beloveds,
i feel, i have’t spoken directly to you since my return… i tend to let the art speak for me… here’s where i’m swimming in the current…
as it is, i’m living in loving gratitude for this heartbeat and this breath that reminds me, i am not in control.
blessing myself in nourishing surrender, legs wide open, honey dripping from my lips, womb rose open in assurance. deeply resting in the rear of my heart. trusting myself, as i continue to follow the red thread to more liberation and divine lust, there’s always a growing edge in our erotic freedom.
whew, it's been a whole evolution of me, those of you who know me, know, you’ve been witnessing all along. i’m grateful for that.
so here i am, settling from jumping over yet another ledge, alive, trusting this as my solitary path and allowing everything else to feed it, that’s been the journey for as long as i can remember, the practice adjusts, but i’m always on purpose, this is what i’m grateful for today, to be me, and to be more accepting.
in this very moment, as i stroke these keys, feeling that undeniable love coursing through me. my primary intention is to practice this life as cleanly as possible.
thank you for being with me all these years. and thank you for those of you who just joined. i am thrilled that my sphere is a landing for both essences, for as long as i can remember, my transmission has been solely for women, i’m delighted to usher in reverent men now.
as i sit here, womb spilling in gratitude, moved to tender tears, in the realization that i have living examples of women who’ve gone before me, who honor the tradition of Holy Pussy and Body; devotedly uniting Sex and Spirit. i’m blessed to be alive at this time, and i’m hopeful. there’s absolutely nothing new under the sun, so i’m glad to be an echo.
i feel full these days in my core expression and the spirituality of it. i’m grateful that i get to be expressed as written art once more, and right now, it’s enough.
and now, my dear readers, i will begin to share my ripped pages, as i’ve been guided.
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