Slow down during this busy holiday season

So it's the weekend before Christmas. For those of you who celebrate this day it could be one crazy ass weekend.

My desire for all of us is to slow down.

To choose one thing to do
Oh. 
So. 
So. 
Slowly.

It could be wrapping a present. Walking through a store. Baking cookies. Taking a long bath. Commit to slowing down. Commit to feeling the sensations in your body. In noticing the things around you. Commit to smelling the air. To walking more slowly to your car, to the subway. and see how it feels in your body to slow down. And feel your hips lead the way. Feel them loosen and sway. hmmm, so good.

Slow it down. One thing. Slowly.

It's hard to be connected to our wild when we are frenetically moving through the world

it's hard to take in all that our body is guiding us to if we are going too fast to listen and notice.

So notice if your shoulders are clenched, your belly clenched. Notice if your breathing is shallow. If all the energy is up in your head, and ground it down. Take a deep breath.

Slow down and take in the magic of the holidays. Love. Peace. Your favorite holiday song if you have one.

Slow down and create from this place.

and enjoy enjoy enjoy.

My soul and my sacred rebel are aligned

Last night after my Qoya Rebel class I spent some time just appreciating my essence and that I no longer feel the need to claim I'm a sacred rebel or put any energy into that at all. Wow.My soul and my sacred rebel are aligned. No forcing, No needing to fit into a box, Not needing to be angry. To try and make anyone else understand. Forgiveness. Softness. Delight. Living. Being. AHHHHH.

so much space and possibility.

And then my phone rings and I get a call from a "your opinion matters to us regarding product purchasing" research firm. For some reason after saying no to this call 4 times the past week i say yes. And they ask me question after question and each time give me a list of options to say yes to.

My yes is in none of the options they offer. My truth is no where to be found in their boxes.

My belief about my race, my religion, my appreciation of sports, my belief in the economy, my politics. No where. For the list of religions. I say Goddess/Mother Earth. The woman is flumoxed. Single, Single living with a Partner, Married, Divorced. I want to say Single, Multiple Lovers (which while not an option and not the truth, totally should be). I start giggling. More and more I start giggling. And when we are done. I am so delighted that I don't fit into any of these boxes laid forth for me. That with giggles and delight I have stepped outside of these boxes to come back to my true essence. And now even more so. Another layer of forcing, of trying to fit into some box, even the Rebel box, is gone.

I check the box for Being and that feels divine, luscious, easy and so damn welcome.

We have adapted

For much of my life, and I'm sensing for all of us here, we have been adapting. Adapting to family culture, to our regional culture, to being a woman as it's been laid out for us. I have been spending a lot of time reparenting myself these last few years and today, the day I'm getting my period, where emotions are rolling through me, where I feel connected to the collective pain of women, I tuned into a part of me that is so afraid of completely claiming my wild.
Will I be LOVED?
I cried these tears for this girl who more than anything wants to be loved, who more than anything wants to release all these adaptations that are so constrictive, so exhaustive, depleting, so out of alignment with my truth of wild hearted love and living.

It's a lot for her to get that she gets to be loved. And she thinks of it as Daddy love, of brother love, of being loved by men. That that is the litmus test for my worth. That means once I meet my man there is some final destination of 'oh, now I know I'm worthy, now I know I am lovable.' Waiting for the Love part in Eat, Pray, Love.

And instead the universe brings me love every day in so many other forms, constantly affirming my lovability. I've just been so focused on the man love part I forgot to always be grateful and truly receive the copious amounts of other love that is here for me. An afternoon with a sister where she buys me lunch because she appreciated my support. Receiving a drink from the hotel manager as a thank you for writing a thank you letter for the great service. A hug from a friend. Sun on my face as I walk outside. Being guided to gluten free restaurants so I can have that burger and feel good in my body. An invitation to a party where I am hugged and appreciated. Tulips. My health. being guided to a church on Saturday for some sanctuary and reminder of the beauty of my heart.

all LOVE. big love. real love. true love.

And so if I can stop the adaptation that this male love means more than the other. If I can stop adapting to being the good girl to receive that male love. If i can truly claim my wild desires to travel the world, to have lovers, to explore my sexuality and my sensuality for my pleasure, if I can release myself from the confines of my adaptation...well this is love. This is the legendary love affair I've been living more and more every day.

So here's to releasing our adaptations, every day letting go of a sense of shame, should, silence, denial, push back, overthinking, over eating. Here's to trusting our wild. Trusting that in leading this wild life, we are more loved than every imagined.

If only by ourselves for finally being in alignment and knowing we are living our wild truth, however that looks for each of us.

And I sense, and have experienced, that as I do this I feel more truly loved. Not artificial good girl love. But here I am with mascara running down my face loved. Don't care you love show tunes love. Think you are so incredible for one way tickets love. Loved more and more for my essence as I claim it, as I love up this little one who is so scared to do it wrong, to miss out on love in any form. Who feels so undernourished in receiving unconditional love.
So we are going to go for a walk and get a gluten free veggie burger, some dairy free ice cream, feel the sun on our face, feel the love of the trees we walk by, go to Qoya and be hugged by friends, dance this through and come back to another depth of our wild. Another depth of self love. Releasing more and more adaptations.

Where are you adapting and not living your wild? What is one thing you can do/be today to reclaim your wild? You are so loved. Let your wild heart guide you to your truth. Let your legendary love affair be with yourself.

Check out this YouTube video of John Mayer performing "Free Fallin'."

 

My wild is so fucking beautiful

My wild is so fucking beautiful
So powerful
My wild is sequin dresses, red lipstick, black stilettos
My wild is hiking into the grand canyon by myself and dancing over the Colorado river under the moon
My wild is lusciously savoring a gluten free cupcake with my eyes closed and moans escaping from my lips
My wild is one way tickets
Laying on the beach for a week
naps in hammocks
Kisses up against a brick wall
Dancing on the subway
Dancing on the top of a mountain
Making love to the ocean with my body
My Wild is my essence
My wild is disregarding the disapproval, the shoulds, the rules
talking with strangers, loving them up
buying myself tulips
dancing on a pier in Montreal
A cobbled street in Amsterdam

My wild is itching, clawing to come up even more
she is so tired of being contained, of holding back.
She yearns for so much
sex, communion, held gazes, breathing together, taking each other in- so so slowly
Creation. dancing for the world
Attention. 
My wild loves to be out in the world. So fucking tired of being shoved aside.
My wild is ready to receive flowers, love notes, invitations, propositions

My wild is dancing with the divine
complete surrender
releasing possessions
cutting my hair
speaking my truth

witch
mermaid
enchantress
nun

My wild is reading erotica, turning myself on
My wild is taking in the men around me for my pleasure, without a word spoken between us
My wild is my healing touch
My epic wise heart that knows no bounds

My wild is precious, beautiful, profound, delicious, hot, passionate, sexy, sensual, tender, powerful, intuitive, energetic, empathic

my wild is so worthy of being met and revered.

Our wild is waiting, waiting to be unleashed in the world.

let it out.

Let out the sounds, the desires, the yearning. Dance everywhere, sing everywhere, speak your truth everywhere and with everyone

Unleash the words, the movements, the touch, the truth that are calling you to birth, to own.

Imagine the world with your wild it. The reflection of your essence in the world that be so dry, rigid, contained.

The world needs your wild. You need your wild.

Check out this YouTube video of "This Feeling" by Alabama Shakes.





Reclaiming my wild

So this weekend was full of reclaiming my wild, reclaiming my essence. I spent a lot of time chatting with my teenager about sex, about how it is more than okay to desire men, women, how it is a beautiful thing. How the shame around it comes from our families, our culture. But we are going to choose to release the shame and embrace our turn on. We are going to set ourselves free to own our orgasm, our yoni's desires. And we are going to research by being super honest about what turn's us on. The people, the places, experiences...how does it feel in our body? and without judgment. Without analysis. Just wander around and see- yes, no, nada..and to keep stepping towards the yes's. No more loaves of wonder bread when there is a gluten free brown bread roll with our name on it. No more conversations that don't turn us on. No more giving out our number to men who don't turn us on. Let the universe know what we stand for. What our worth is. And that being turned on, being surrounded by quality that matches us, that is true to us, well that is how we get to co-create our existence. That is how we get our power back. To call in the feelings and tones we want to be surrounded by and to set the intention that only energy that is alignment with us and serves our highest self is welcome in our space.

Reclaiming our power, our truth.

And in the midst of this research, I revisited the wonderful man I met at the Union Square Christmas Market for a high vibe hug, I followed my intuition to the Tartan Christmas at a church because I am obsessed with all things Scottish now and sat in the chapel under the words, "pure in heart' and cried wondering how did I lose those words as something that are so valuable and something I so desire in my life. And then a slow afternoon of napping, dancing and walking downstairs to my hotel to journal and allow rather than going out seeking. And asking a man next to me what he had ordered that looked so good. 15 minutes later, after he had tried both of the dishes, I found myself receiving one that he had ordered for me as a gift. Steak Tartare from a lovely Italian man who travels the world, who is kind and good. We talked of world politics, his desires for Italy, he gave me a list of places to go in Argentina, we spoke of his 12 year old daughter, such richness there and then we say goodnight. And yesterday. Walking over the Manhattan Bridge to take in the contrast of Chinatown, the Financial District, the Brooklyn Bridge at sunset with the Statue of Liberty in the background. Taking photos of graffiti that popped out at me. Meeting a group of new friends at Amy Fronczkiewicz incredible photography exhibit of her travels to Granada, Nicaragua. Making new friends. Sharing stories of learning how to hone my intuition, of releasing my possessions, of labradorite. Meeting another woman headed to the same Qoya dance class so I received a ride and we spoke of men and our desires to speak with complete honesty with them and to receive that back. Then Qoya... The theme?

YOUR TRUE NATURE

I kid you not. I love the universe. And so I danced for my true nature to be revealed, returned to me..and after a lot of resistance and ego blocking, I got into my body and during the free dance found myself over the altar dancing wildly, freely, witchly- calling in the energy of mother earth of father sky, so out of my head, so free, so so deliciously in my nature of the power of my body. Then we danced again - this time dedicating the the same song to someone. I started by dedicated my dance to my family- that I have reclaimed my wild for all of us- my ancestors, my mother, my father, that I have reclaimed sensuality, sex, voice, intuition, the feminine for all of us. Sobbing as I dance. Then for my sisters. That we may all be free, we may all be living in our wild bodies. And then, to my great surprise and delight, for my brothers. For the men to be able to reclaim their truth- to live in their hearts and their bodies as well. So that we may all love each more, so that we may find our way back to one another with love.

After taking the subway home I had such sexual energy coursing through me I had to walk through Soho for 30 minutes dancing, walking to move it through. Part of my truth this sexual energy. This beautiful gift from the divine, that is a part of our sacred selves. And something in me was released in that class- some shame, some hesitancy, some old energetic cords to family. And so this morning I awoke, feeling so tender, so soft, so close to my essence. And I wrote. I wrote of the card I pulled at Qoya, the Condor- I am too enmeshed in something. I need to pull back and see the bigger picture. I need to recreate my Vision. I wrote that I have been so busy trying to change myself I forgot to see how beautiful my essence truly is. And so I write for my teenager. How strong I am, how brave, how wise. How my desires are so perfect for me. How wanting heart connection with people, with men is powerful and beautiful and to not disregard it thinking it won't happen. Or that it has to be either/or sexual connection or heart connection. Love Capers Nun energy or the whore. It can be all. And i know this because I am all. I am both the Nun and the Whore. The mother and the lover. I am the sacred prostitute that heals with touch and my heart. I am the witch that senses things with my body. This is my true essence and it is beautiful. There is nothing to change, there is merely a continued journey home and to stay centered and grounded in my essence. In my truth when so much of the world- magazines, tv, my ego, workshops, books, rules.. are encouraging me to be different. Or others who are in disapproval of my essence because they disapprove of those parts of themselves. So my 'work' is to merely be.

And I feel my body and heart relax into this. I feel the tears flow. I feel hope of meeting my man returning. My work is to deeply love and honor myself so I can be in alignment with my truth and live from here. My work is to use my body to sense what feels best to be. My work is to joyfully delight in every bite of food I choose to nourish my body with, to gratefully go to Qoya to connect with my body, to commit to my morning rituals, to watch less tv and sit with more stillness, to open myself up to men and see what feels amazing and what feels blah, my work is to trust and honor my wild essence. to trust and honor my heart.

My work is to be me, to deeply, reverently love myself. To love my true colors. This is where my wild lives, this is where I create my best life from. May you live your true colors, your wild essence.

So this weekend was full of reclaiming my wild, reclaiming my essence. I spent a lot of time chatting with my teenager about sex, about how it is more than okay to desire men, women, how it is a beautiful thing. How the shame around it comes from our families, our culture. But we are going to choose to release the shame and embrace our turn on. We are going to set ourselves free to own our orgasm, our yoni's desires. And we are going to research by being super honest about what turn's us on. The people, the places, experiences...how does it feel in our body? and without judgment. Without analysis. Just wander around and see- yes, no, nada..and to keep stepping towards the yes's. No more loaves of wonder bread when there is a gluten free brown bread roll with our name on it. No more conversations that don't turn us on. No more giving out our number to men who don't turn us on. Let the universe know what we stand for. What our worth is. And that being turned on, being surrounded by quality that matches us, that is true to us, well that is how we get to co-create our existence. That is how we get our power back. To call in the feelings and tones we want to be surrounded by and to set the intention that only energy that is alignment with us and serves our highest self is welcome in our space.
Reclaiming our power, our truth.
And in the midst of this research, I revisited the wonderful man I met at the Union Square Christmas Market for a high vibe hug, I followed my intuition to the Tartan Christmas at a church because I am obsessed with all things Scottish now and sat in the chapel under the words, "pure in heart' and cried wondering how did I lose those words as something that are so valuable and something I so desire in my life. And then a slow afternoon of napping, dancing and walking downstairs to my hotel to journal and allow rather than going out seeking. And asking a man next to me what he had ordered that looked so good. 15 minutes later, after he had tried both of the dishes, I found myself receiving one that he had ordered for me as a gift. Steak Tartare from a lovely Italian man who travels the world, who is kind and good. We talked of world politics, his desires for Italy, he gave me a list of places to go in Argentina, we spoke of his 12 year old daughter, such richness there and then we say goodnight. And yesterday. Walking over the Manhattan Bridge to take in the contrast of Chinatown, the Financial District, the Brooklyn Bridge at sunset with the Statue of Liberty in the background. Taking photos of graffiti that popped out at me. Meeting a group of new friends at Amy Fronczkiewicz incredible photography exhibit of her travels to Granada, Nicaragua. Making new friends. Sharing stories of learning how to hone my intuition, of releasing my possessions, of labradorite. Meeting another woman headed to the same Qoya dance class so I received a ride and we spoke of men and our desires to speak with complete honesty with them and to receive that back. Then Qoya... The theme?
YOUR TRUE NATURE
I kid you not. I love the universe. And so I danced for my true nature to be revealed, returned to me..and after a lot of resistance and ego blocking, I got into my body and during the free dance found myself over the altar dancing wildly, freely, witchly- calling in the energy of mother earth of father sky, so out of my head, so free, so so deliciously in my nature of the power of my body. Then we danced again - this time dedicating the the same song to someone. I started by dedicated my dance to my family- that I have reclaimed my wild for all of us- my ancestors, my mother, my father, that I have reclaimed sensuality, sex, voice, intuition, the feminine for all of us. Sobbing as I dance. Then for my sisters. That we may all be free, we may all be living in our wild bodies. And then, to my great surprise and delight, for my brothers. For the men to be able to reclaim their truth- to live in their hearts and their bodies as well. So that we may all love each more, so that we may find our way back to one another with love.
After taking the subway home I had such sexual energy coursing through me I had to walk through Soho for 30 minutes dancing, walking to move it through. Part of my truth this sexual energy. This beautiful gift from the divine, that is a part of our sacred selves. And something in me was released in that class- some shame, some hesitancy, some old energetic cords to family. And so this morning I awoke, feeling so tender, so soft, so close to my essence. And I wrote. I wrote of the card I pulled at Qoya, the Condor- I am too enmeshed in something. I need to pull back and see the bigger picture. I need to recreate my Vision. I wrote that I have been so busy trying to change myself I forgot to see how beautiful my essence truly is. And so I write for my teenager. How strong I am, how brave, how wise. How my desires are so perfect for me. How wanting heart connection with people, with men is powerful and beautiful and to not disregard it thinking it won't happen. Or that it has to be either/or sexual connection or heart connection. Love Capers Nun energy or the whore. It can be all. And i know this because I am all. I am both the Nun and the Whore. The mother and the lover. I am the sacred prostitute that heals with touch and my heart. I am the witch that senses things with my body. This is my true essence and it is beautiful. There is nothing to change, there is merely a continued journey home and to stay centered and grounded in my essence. In my truth when so much of the world- magazines, tv, my ego, workshops, books, rules.. are encouraging me to be different. Or others who are in disapproval of my essence because they disapprove of those parts of themselves. So my 'work' is to merely be.
And I feel my body and heart relax into this. I feel the tears flow. I feel hope of meeting my man returning. My work is to deeply love and honor myself so I can be in alignment with my truth and live from here. My work is to use my body to sense what feels best to be. My work is to joyfully delight in every bite of food I choose to nourish my body with, to gratefully go to Qoya to connect with my body, to commit to my morning rituals, to watch less tv and sit with more stillness, to open myself up to men and see what feels amazing and what feels blah, my work is to trust and honor my wild essence. to trust and honor my heart.

My work is to be me, to deeply, reverently love myself. To love my true colors. This is where my wild lives, this is where I create my best life from. May you live your true colors, your wild essence.

Check out this YouTube video of Cyndi Lauper's "True Colors" video.