🌿 The Feminine Mirror

 

The Boy Inside the Man

Many men carry unresolved stories from boyhood.
The boy who was never allowed to cry.
The boy who had to become the emotional caretaker of his mother.
The boy who grew into a man still yearning to be held but not knowing how to ask.

In this silent pain, many have forgotten how to be.


As a woman, I’ve been both receiver and reflector of this energy.

Some lovers entered my life as portals.
Their sexuality awakened me—yes—but so did their presence.
They didn’t just take—they saw.
Not all were ready to hold me, but they each revealed something I needed to remember.

“Love, for me, began in the barren spaces of my childhood—
watching soccer with my father on Sundays,
hoping to be seen,
hungering for warmth.
That hunger shaped the woman I became.”

Through my body, I healed. 

Through intimacy, I began to remember that sex could be sacred.


πŸŒ™ Sacred Sexuality

In many spiritual spaces, sexuality is not allowed as we want sacredness between souls. 

But the repressed or misunderstood sexual energies have to be dealt with in a way that is transformative and healing.

We need a new method of dealing with sexual energy. 

What if that method was pure awareness and allowing it to be released.


The confusion: 


Men speak of tantra, but are afraid to feel their own longing.
Women speak of self-love, but fear being "too much."

What if we could meet in truth?

What if sacred sexuality wasn’t about performance or technique,
but about meeting in the heart—with breath, with consent, with soul?

“The feminine is not afraid of your tears,
only of your absence.
Not afraid of your desire,
only of your disconnection from it.”

Join us as we explore how to meet in truth and let the mask of performance go. 


 

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