This blog is dedicated to love, having love be manifest and the focal point for this new year and decade. Love and respect for self. Love and honouring of your partner, trusting in the love that we cannot see, knowing that we are loved and serving our highest purpose as the love that we are.
As I write this, I have recently moved through the month of December 2019. There were a lot of requests for services that I do not provide which signifies to me a desperate kind of searching without actual intention. There were men that had ended long term relationships and were alone for their first Christmas (a hard place, I have compassion) and wanting to experience some kind of intimacy (not knowing what they were really asking for; a true heart connection or an erotic band-aid for their pain). There were men wanting to touch and be touched without clothing. There were men (plural) asking for a Dominatrix and wanting to discuss what they want to receive as opposed to what I am willing to give.
I found myself asking, “Where in love in all of this?”
There were also requests for the healing I am here to give and for this I am grateful; women seeking to love themselves deeper. To release what no longer served. To relax, let go of past imprints and receive delicious pleasure. To profoundly connect with their sensual and sexual nature and their inner sense of Goddess knowing, fine tune their intuition and find new awareness of their boundaries and the subtlety of desire. And for some, to manifest a partner that meets them fully as that Goddess that they are.
I choose to see in my reality, more and more women that live in their power with awareness of their worth and value, and more and more conscious men that are asking great questions and living in integrity. I see this
in my community, in my small ocean of friends and peers. I am excited for the world and where we are going.
There is a lot of sensationalism in sex these days and a lot of expression is edgy and colourful. We are free to enjoy what we choose ( sometimes not under the common eye), but I would love to direct as many as possible to the reason we are here, and what life is all about, and the need most of us have in common that creates a life of meaning; . . . love. That amorphous word, the feeling that parallels true gratitude and resonant joy and a feeling of connection so deep that gender and race and colour and earth and spiritual reality all become one. It is an incredible orgasm that calls for celebration.