Embodied pleasure takes me out in waves. It washes through my body like ripples in the beginning. Bubbles of joy that shimmer on my skin and in my thighs.  And then the waves deepen. The current rises from some place beneath the lake. A deep throbbing and...

I just finished a weekend long kundalini & sacred sexuality workshop in the north. I am forever in awe of women. How they always rise. No matter what the culture says, family conditioning, political climate...women rise. I was seeing each woman (and myself) as a...

My toes will always crave mud between them. My hair needs the scent of lake and sun. I long to press my face into the green things and breathe it into me like a lover. But winter does come. Every year. To bury me in her white darkness. The cover pulls over and I...

Years ago, I went away with my jade egg for a long weekend in a cabin in the woods. I had already been practicing quite a bit with this ancient Taoist practice, but this was the first time I really dove in without distractions. I did deep cleansing practices,...

For as long as I can remember, I’ve lived by a promise to always move in the direction of my soul. It’s almost as though I have no choice. The are two choices: live in the deepest, most soul-abiding way possible, or leave the earth. It’s been...

I've just recently just returned from my annual solo in the woods (in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness). I am still steeped in the stillness of my week alone in the wilds. It was a different kind of experience than in years past. I was deeply turned...

We’re walking quickly towards the Summer Solstice. A doorway of light. Gateway to infuse every wish, desire, fear, problem, intricacy of human-being. This longest day illuminates all. It doesn’t choose what parts of us deserve the light, what parts of life have earned...

There is a revolution happening in our bodies. The sacred wants a home. In your flesh. In your bones. In your breath. Filling your eyes. Heaven wants to taste earth. Earth wants to taste heaven. The time of separation is over. We get to have it all: the dark and the...

The moon is dark but I can feel her throbbing in the black sky. A red pulse echoing a lineage of destruction. The necessary chaos to birth stars, spring, me. I wiggle my body between two trees and breathe in the smell of their bark. Pressed in between their bodies, I...

I allow the hard places in me to be like the early spring ice. I don’t try to make them different. I let those places in me that are strong, fighting, insolent be. I feel their edges as sharp diamond knives that slice through stone. I feel my edges harsh, unyielding,...