It’s not often Yoni is touched with a whisper.
It’s not often Yoni is touched with an invitation.
It’s not often Yoni is touched with welcoming.
So often she’s touched with a demand, an expectation, with pressure.
She’s touched to perform, even when we touch our own bodies.
She’s touched to be used.
If you think about the contraction, the withdrawal that that touch brings, the tension in so many Yoni’s makes sense.
The same thing happens to us, when we’re addressed and approached in that way.
We tighten, we contract, we withdraw, we close, we shut down, we tighten.
Or we get angry, irritated.
All of these feelings sit in the tissues of Yoni.
So often she’s not touched in a way that’s honouring, that’s respectful.
She’s not approached with the allowing of time.
She’s not approached with gentleness.
She’s not approached with care.
It’s a pattern that’s often set from our first touch experiences. It’s often a porn-based, friction touch, goal-oriented touch. A performative touch, a demanding touch.
To get wet, to orgasm, to be penetrated.
And so often, so often, she’s not approached, she’s not seen, she’s not touched, as Divine.
Touched in this way, seen in this way, she’s also shamed, for desire, for appearance, for being hungry, for wanting, for having a voice.
So the voice becomes silent, suppressed, angry.
And the tissues become numb, blocked, tight.
There’s sadness here, unfulfilled desires, unmet experiences.
For these tissues have a wisdom, a knowing of what’s within them.
They hold these feelings, in contraction, in withdrawal.
It’s a whisper that awakens her.
It’s a whisper that opens her.
It’s a whisper that softens her.
It’s a whisper that releases her.
It’s a softness, gentleness, it’s slowness.
It’s touching as if the touch were a whisper.
That’s where the Invitation is, in the subtle, in the quiet whisper.
Our touch communicates our intention, and if that intention is solely to follow what we think the steps of arousal are, which are mostly the expectation to perform in a certain way, it’s no wonder she becomes numb.
There’s a reverence in the whisper touch, that allows us to feel.
This delicate contact is where the conversation happens. A conversation beyond words. A conversation of the deep physical, the emotion, the energy.
All in skin meeting skin, a whisper touch.
The reverence for the body, for the heart, brings the awareness of the sacred to the touch.
It’s the whisper that allows the voice to open.
To speak.
When her voice awakens, it might be with a shout, a yell, a scream.
So much to be released, so much to let go.
It’s the whisper that awakens her.
It’s the whisper that brings the spark of desire to a flame.
It’s the whisper that opens the inner space, the limitless space.
And even if we want the fire, the inferno of the highest pleasure, the passion, that fire begins with a spark, with one flame.
In a world of increasing noise and distraction, we need quiet more than ever.
We need to learn to whisper, and to listen to the whisper.
We need to learn to whisper to Yoni.
We need to teach men and women to whisper, to their own bodies, to those of their lovers.
In the whisper is the subtle seed of the deepest pleasure, the highest energy, the doorway to the sacred.
Come and experience this whisper, come and learn how to touch as a whisper, how to awaken her voice.
I invite you…
