Eros is my Hearth
Life is meant to be a date with the Erotic.
A flow of aliveness and connection to vitality.
An expression of creativity and beauty.
Being in this moment, now and embracing the pleasure before us.
This is our essence.
Lost in the mind-field of life.
Trapped in the constant grid to be more, do more, have more.
We have lost our way.
The Erotic seems a far-off destination for many.
Something unavailable or rare.
Something that requires another or a special occasion.
An indulgence.
A luxury.
Unreachable.
Beyond.
What if in fact, we began to recognise that Life is a constant invitation to the Erotic and we already have all that we need to find it.
That we have and are enough in our own being.
That the Erotic is something we could cultivate and tend to by simply making intentional space and skill.
In the words of Esther Perel, “eroticism is an art…but it is also a practice.”
It is available to all of us.
We simply need to begin by pausing, noticing and connecting to the pleasure before us.
My world over the past few months has become small.
I have created spaciousness in doing outwardly less and inwardly more.
I spend much time alone and in doing so have found a deeper well to the Erotic.
I feel it in my bones and blood.
It flows through my breath.
It is wordless but its sounds resonate beyond my being.
It delights in the way I move and responds to my touch.
It is embraced by the sunshine and rests deeply in the warm waters of a scented bath.
It is savoured on my tongue as I linger over a delicious meal.
Each day I intentionally tend this altar.
It feeds all that I do and am.
Eros is my hearth and daily practice.
I am drawn to where its energy flows and here I devote my attention and time.
Eros is my ally.
It is my creative force.
A place from which I write, draw and play.
I share it with lovers and the work that I do.
It feeds me and all those and that which I love.
It is a fuel.
A source.
My centre.
Each day it has a different tone.
A unique flavour and invitation.
At times it feels exuberant and wild like the wind.
Other days, it is still, deep and quietly powerful.
It enlivens me when I feel low.
And demands that my self-judgement take a back seat.
It is my self-care and nourishment.
It opens me wide and allows me to let go.
It turns me on and some days, puts a mischievous sparkle in my eye.
It dares me to be bold.
And requires me to meet my edges of shame as I leap.
Its source is my body.
My longings.
My soul.
It encapsulates my dreaming and daring.
At times it is easily found.
Simple, abundant, evident.
In a memory.
A story.
A song.
Other times I must slow down and find a thread of its momentum to gently pull.
It is messy and requires a container to harness and hold it.
It is easy and hard.
It requires a tension from which it finds a pulse.
It calls me forward and fuels my passion and purpose.
Some days I find myself lonely in the smallness and quiet of life.
I long for connection and stimulation.
Enlivenment sometimes feels easier to find entwined in the bodies of others.
So here and now, I am invited to deepen.
Find my own way and the allyship of Eros within myself.
In the trees and wild land around me.
In the expansive night skies.
In the flickering flames and smouldering ambers.
Luminosity abounds.
The orgasmicity of Life surrounds us.
When I centre the Erotic, Life flows.
Its beauty in each moment.
Its creative expression in all that I do.
Eroticism is not an add on for me.
Something to get to in due course.
A nice idea.
A luscious evening.
It is my Hearth.
