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Choosing What Exactly FitsIt’s time to guard your preciousness, Dears…It’s just too easy to be swept away by the excitement of the season. To say yes to every delicious invitation and delightful morsel.
Each year I notice the pull to indulge in all the sensual delights of the holidays. But when I do, the hangover I endure by New Years makes me regret it all. On autopilot, having tasted every last cookie and drop of champagne, I wake up grumpy and exhausted. Too often I’ve come crashing down into January, mad at myself for overdoing it and annoyed with everyone else, just wanting a little peace and quiet! Here’s the problem as I see it. (more here) |
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What does THANKS have to do with pleasure?I’m just back from Haramara, leading my first ever week-long sensuality retreat in Mexico. And I’m still soaring! Seven days in paradise with 10 women, learning the tools to stay in our feminine pleasure and power.
I knew we’d all expand into our radiance. That I was sure of. I’d seen it too many times before in shorter retreats to doubt it. But I didn’t expect the ah ha I’d bring home! (more here) |
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I'm PUBLISHED!Dear friends, Common Ground Magazine just published my first-ever article in a national magazine!
And I’m CELEBRATING….. Here are a few selected clips you might enjoy... (more here) |
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Letting go of your prized burdens...A few years ago, Paul, an elderly friend of mine share his harrowing account of running to escape the Russian army during World War II: "Beside me in the mass of terrified people was a mother carrying her infant child and dragging a heavy suitcase behind her. My kind friend offered to carry the baby, but the woman begged him instead to pull the suitcase. Just as he reached down to oblige, a strafing of machine gun fire mowed down all those standing. My friend was the only one to survive."
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Sensual Aikido in the Ocean of LifeI was born landlocked in Pennsylvania. My parents were farmers who didn’t swim. And I had soundly failed Junior Life Saving at the Y when the lifeguard had to save me!
The beaches I saw on TV were mysterious and alluring, but terrifying, too. And at 12, the pummeling I received by the New Jersey surf while visiting cousins kept me timid and fearful of wild water ever after. (more here) |
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How would a re-treat bring you back to yourself?I’m just back from leading a retreat. Just women. In nature. Over the summer solstice. Reconnecting to our selves and our senses — and the pleasures they invite. Becoming intimate with life again.
I don’t know a woman who couldn’t use a break to come back to herself. For better or worse, our daily preoccupation with thinking, fixing, and planning deadens our innate human capacity for pleasure. (more here) |
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Why I celebrate the summer SolsticeWhy do I bother to celebrate the summer solstice? Well, first, it’s a really big deal cosmologically… High Summer, as the Celt’s called it. Our sun makes life possible, grows our food, lightens our mood, and as Mary Oliver eulogizes, keeps us from ever-darkness. This is the sun’s heyday.
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