Trauma Leaves its Mark on us All
Our experiences of trauma shapes our nervous systems and impacts how we navigate sex and intimacy. Read how decades of working as a sexual trauma counsellor has left its mark on me.
Is your attention span greater than a goldfish? And what this has to do with great sex…
Have you ever had the experience of being in the presence of another human being, who deeply knows and cherishes their sexual self and is able to ‘sit back’ with it in their own body.
A person who can slow down and bring themself to the present moment with nowhere else to be.
Someone with whom you feel so comfortably seen without a word being spoken.
Whose touch feels so electric as they attune to the unique felt sense of you.
Chances are, if you have had this experience, it still lives in your body and memory, and you are feeling it right now as you read.
This is the essence of good sex. It is our ability to slow down and have a bandwidth to pay attention, that allows us to step out of life’s fast performance and agenda lane, and into the depth and beauty of now.
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.
When sex is challenging…what do I do?
Chris had been seeing a talk therapist for a few sessions. It was useful, but not much was changing in the bedroom. Chris has been married for 29 years and has two children. He and his partner got along ok, except when it came to sex. “My sex life is dying and I...Beside my bed…
Beside my Bed… I am a passionate and creative human being. I love to write and draw. I love poetry and reading. I love to play. The items on my beside testify what delights capture my attention most in each moment. A conglomeration of meaningful treasures, books, oils...
FEAST is a Lasagne – The Gift of Shared Humanity
At times of need, valued friends of my extended family bring us Lasagne.
It is a gesture of care and love and is by no means an ordinary meal.
They are Italian and the gift of this meal is imbued with the flavours and traditions of generations.
In every bite is deep nourishment that sinks into the echoes of our grateful bellies.
The aroma alone, fills us with anticipation and opens our hearts with gratitude.
You see, making this Lasagne is an art.
An act of love, care and generosity.
It symbolises community and support through food and time spent.
A gesture offered in the spirit of shared experiences of grief, sadness and joy.
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My greatest erotic teacher has been death, grief and suffering. Through heartbreak and loss, I have found profound gateways to creative energy, deep longing and the bittersweet fusion of pleasure and pain. These elements weave the foundational fabric of my erotic expression and fuel it flames. - Come Voyeur With Me…
