I'm enjoying myself immensely in this dream. With a merry-band-of-misfits we laugh and joke and adventure until nature calls, and I need to excuse myself from the sweet band of companions I can no longer recall.I walk down a long corridor to find the nearest bathroom. It's clean and bright with three stalls. I pick… Continue reading It’s a string
Author: Helen
Limits of Love
Ever since I wrote about Love, I’ve considered the subject to be unyielding, limitless and infinite. I’ve felt it in the pebbles on the shore, in the relentless rush of a summer highway, in the songful forest breeze and in a bustling market full of fresh berries and hopeful tradesmen. Love is everywhere. Everything that… Continue reading Limits of Love
Orgasmic nature
Entering a small patch of forest, I asked the island spirit to walk with me today. We were old friends for I had felt its greeting each time I stepped on the shore. It was a sunny, quiet day and I had been longing for company. The time was now.As I expanded my consciousness to… Continue reading Orgasmic nature
One task
Last night I dreamed. I was in a large workshop space, light wooden floors, colourful textiles with inspiring quotes on the walls. A circle of people, including myself, sitting on sturdy pillows. A teacher standing in the center of the circle. That's odd, I remember thinking. In most workshops, teachers don't stand in the middle… Continue reading One task
The opposite of fear
The night after posting my sex-piece, I woke up panic-stricken. My body was shaking in intense terror that completely overtook my inner child. The feeling was a mixture of anxiousness with a dash of helplessness and a stab of loneliness in a grand pool of feeling exposed and vulnerable. What if they don’t like me?… Continue reading The opposite of fear
Imagine sex
Parts of me are shaking as I start this piece. Feels like the most vulnerable thing I've ever written, while also being seriously crooked, bumpy and weird. Much like the process of sexual awakening itself. First, a short confession I love sex. I want sex. I don’t like doing it. Not an easy thing to… Continue reading Imagine sex
Death-bringer
Looking at the women in our dance circle, I took a slightly trembling bow to signal my willingness to embody a Goddess for them. A little nervous, I set my intention to simply hold witness to the wisdom of the energy and if nothing else arises, to the wisdom of body in movement. For my… Continue reading Death-bringer
What is love?
On a chilly November morning in 2012, I was sitting silently on the floor of a cozy attic. The rain rattled on the windows, offering a steady melodic backdrop to our self-awareness training. Mindfulness is all the hype now, but back then it was simply time spent in quiet inquiry.‘What is love?’ The teacher broke… Continue reading What is love?
It is our light
The new moon just passed, reminding me of the practise I adopted a few months ago. One thought, one action, one moon. Little by little, this practice has changed my life with each cycle. It's quite simple. At the first week of the actual moon cycle – not a euphemism for my period – I… Continue reading It is our light
Forgiven
She stepped up to the podium. The woman who had agreed to dance my dance. To mirror my truth and help me see myself more clearly. She took a breath, a bow. Her hands moved... then her head. Her body tensed. I cringed. Do you remember this song Killing Me Softly by Roberta Flack? Strumming my… Continue reading Forgiven
Well of Peace 