Sex is conscious. Breathing in, breathing out, presence, awareness. Trusting myself, trusting you. Vulnerable surrender, openness. Love resides here, where souls meet and bliss is never-ending.
Imagine, you do something every day that goes against your principles, your ideals, your knowledge and you keep on doing it. You will feel your confidence drop, your dignity decline. That is why, it felt EMPOWERING to take that decision not to eat junk.
Today I went to a small secret place on the Island where I live. In the deep dark shiny woods, you can find it, along with all the elves, gnomes, trolls and pixies. It is a hippie community born out of the sixties and still very much alive.
When I am in tune with nature, my actions come from a place of calmness, a place of beingness. It feels simple. When I am in tune, I do not seek outside of myself to validate my worth. I feel my worth a thousand-fold, I respect and honor myself.
I am a goddess, I have a female form but my essence is beyond form. I am peaceful but also wrathful because I play with everything. I must go into all places to pour life there. You will find me in the grass, the flowers, the trees, all the green is my shine.
Imagine a simple stalk with a small white flower at its peak. Held up by two gentle fingers. Gazed upon by a being of the heart. His two eyes merges with that little flower. He is not judging or evaluating that flower, he simply sees the flower, as the wonder it is.