Friday afternoon coffee in the delicious sun, and I’m thinking about the week.
It’s been a roller-coaster.
Waking up a few mornings with an incredible bleakness. The image was of a vast concrete plain, grey sky, cold, empty. Bleak.
Allowing that to sit inside of me. Feeling it in my bones. It’s not connected to anything that’s happening, beyond the state of the world at the moment. Feeling it, and savoring it. Tasting it as metallic on my tongue. Hearing the absence of sound in it. And it rolls somewhere inside as the day begins.
I love women.
Most of my work is with women. And I must say that I love working with men, and I get so excited, I celebrate when men come to heal, to learn, to grow.
I have been so fortunate to have spent so much time with women. So much of that has been doing massage and bodywork in different ways. Conscious Sensual Massage, Taoist Massage, Kashmiri Massage, Yoni Massage etc.
When you do this work from the heart, when you touch from the heart, it’s intimate.
Not only bodily intimate.
And the intimacy is what makes so much possible.
It opens the heart more and yet more.
It allows more energy to flow, through me, from me, through you, for you.
And for me.
When you know a little about energy, a little about sexual energy, a little about the body, a little about arousal, you can turn someone on really easily. You can take them to orgasm easily.
It often doesn’t take a lot if you know a little.
Especially the way most women have been touched.