As I prepare for the final module of my Awakening Shakti online course - Divine Union, as well spreading the word for my Making Love Retreat next year, I've been contemplating the nature of true love and that elusive holy grail of Sacred Union so many of us - including me - long for. What I'm coming to understand on a deeper level right now is that if I seek love or make love for my me, I will never know it. My "me", that is my small or conditioned self, with all her fears, b
A few weeks ago, I had a delicious encounter with a Divine Shiva, who reignited my desire for partnership and love-making after a healing period of celibacy. Following on from an abusive relationship that ended 15 months ago (you can read about it here in my blogs Narcissism & the Twin Flame Fantasy Part 1 & Part 2), I really needed that time to focus on self-love and spiritual practice. Which brought me a beautiful 2018, full of harmony, fulfilment and happiness. Contrary to
In modern society, we have been socialised to separate ourselves off into disconnected parts and give our power away. We have our body. We have our mind. We have our emotions. And we have our Spirit. As if this isn’t already enough separation, we tend to regard our individual body parts or our many emotions and thoughts as distinct, rather than as part of a whole. Nestled still deeper yet within this endless categorisation and compartmentalisation, are those parts of ourselve
This morning I turned on the radio and heard the news of yet another senior Catholic religious person (I'm sorry, but I really don't care if they're a priest, Bishop or the bloody Pope) being brought to trial for child sexual abuse. Dear God! Yes! Dear God! This has been happening now for DECADES! Why is nobody asking the question as to WHY this is happening and has been happening for so very long? It astounds and appalls me. Isn't is very very obvious to see, that the attemp
When we wake, the sky is bright all around us, the loud “HOOS!” of a nearby Osho meditation fill the air and footsteps are crunching across the gravel pathway between the dorms and dining area. It’s a sweet and cosy moment, yet I’m also aware, that the sense of our one-ness becoming two-ness again is creeping into the edges of my consciousness. I don’t want to assume we’re now an item and need to hang out all day, and yet I’m also still wrapped in the bliss of our togethernes
What do you think of when I mention the word "tantra"?
Go on... be honest.
For many, the immediate association is with sex, perhaps even orgies or making out in all kinds of weird and wonderful positions.
For others, it's a murky area, where you'd just rather not go and you're not exactly sure why.
Maybe you feel some fear? Or a confusing blend of fear plus curiosity, desire and shame, because your curiosity is something you'd rather keep secret?
There's so much my
OK, so here’s a confession you might not have heard too often: I left my first husband because we only had sex in 3 positions. Now I know that might sound a tad superficial, but in my defence, I was a young and sprightly 28 year-old, with a strong sex drive and expansive spirit. I loved having orgasms and having them was no problem – with myself. But I really can’t recall if I ever climaxed with my first husband and, if I’m honest, I found his 1, 2, 3 routine boring. Typical
Enjoy the audio version of Parts 1-4 of The Flow Artist; my tantric counter-narrative to Cat Person. Note: The Flow Artist is my tantric counter-narrative to the short story, Cat Person, that was recently published in the New Yorker. As someone passionate about love, conscious relating and sacred sexuality, I was deeply saddened to read Cat Person. To me, it represents pretty much the opposite of everything I teach and live by, and so much about what is wrong with gender rela
I’m excited. Just as much, I realise now, at the prospect of sleeping under canvas, as together with this beautiful man. The relief I feel at stepping outside into the cool night air enlivens me. I hadn’t realised, until this moment, how confined I’d been feeling in the crowded, fuggy dorm-room. But now my body revels in the stillness and expansive dark, and I breathe in the night with a grateful heart. Practically blind without my lenses, I walk carefully across the dewy
Whereas after our first dance, I thought nothing of it, now Peder was in my awareness. It’s not that I felt attachment or the need to make anything happen, but something in me was definitely stirred. So now I noticed whenever he passed me by and felt a rush of enjoyment and appreciation sweep through me one sunny afternoon, when I caught sight of him practising flow art on the lawn. I sat down on the steps of the café to watch. Taking him in this way – by the light of day –
She eyed me with a sense of familiarity and undisguised curiosity that I couldn’t help but notice. “Are you Shakti?” she asked. “Yes! How did you know?” An unnecessary question, really, because the truth was we both already knew on some level. And had known from the moment we caught sight of one another in the mirror. Perhaps it was the alternative dress-sense. Perhaps it was the vibe of unharried aliveness and excitement we both exuded. Though I suppose there weren’t too m