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When I don’t ignore my body, I don’t disappear

Expressive painting of a nude woman with closed eyes and relaxed posture, evoking surrender, embodiment, pleasure, and emotional intimacy.

I’m noticing a connection. On Saturday when I saw M., we tried sitting down to talk. Almost immediately, I felt uncomfortable. There really isn’t a comfortable way to sit in that room. He even admitted that. Usually he takes the chair and I sit on that weird folded futon. It’s not comfortable. And there have…

presence

By sacred body love

Pencil sketch of a reclining nude female figure drawn on crumpled white paper, isolated on white background

I’m noticing a connection. On Saturday when I saw M., we tried sitting down to talk. Almost immediately, I felt uncomfortable. There really isn’t a comfortable way to sit in that room. He even admitted that. Usually he takes the chair and I sit on the weird folded futon. It’s not comfortable. And there have…

sacred tension

By sacred body love

My appointment was for Sunday at 1:45 PM—a two-hour massage that became so much more. Before I left the house, I was already inside of the ritual. Showered. Shaved smooth. Oil rubbed sensually all over my body. I rolled fragrance oil down my arms and neck, behind my ears, across my lower back. Sandalwood in…