Pleasure
It can be hard to give ourselves permission to receive pleasure.Our coaches wrote about our experiences. Browse the links below to read the full post.Lustful "Instead of having an orgasm as quickly as possible, I now deliberately delay it. "by Céline ManonMaking...
Making Pleasure a Priority
Self pleasure has waxed and waned over my life time; however, it has always remained essential to my well being. As a child, pleasure seemed so simple, natural and abundant. As I reflect, pleasure was all about physical movement and tactile sensations. I loved my...
Pleasure, Desire, and the Art of Presence
Have you ever craved something so intensely that the mere thought of it sent waves of anticipation through your body? Then, the moment you finally taste it—time slows, your senses ignite, and nothing else exists but that single, exquisite moment. That is pleasure....
Anger Has a Purpose
I find my power when I’m angry I saw him enter the building, walking past signs that read: Do not enter. Private event for women only. “Get out! No!” I shouted as I propelled toward him, pushing him with the energy from my body. Now I imagine myself in that moment as...
Anger and Our Wild Selves
“Betty used to say, ‘Women need to get in touch with their anger and they need to do it all the time,’” Carlin said as the group of us discussed this month’s blog topic over zoom. “Pleasure connects us to our anger,” said one writer. “I actually have a really hard...
Permission for Pleasure
I’ve always managed to find pleasure through mindfulness in everyday moments: The orange and deep pink in the sky and water during a sunset The calming sound of the water lapping at the shore. The lemony smell of the soap as I wash my hands The soft, warm feel of...
Born Angry
The earliest emotion I can remember having is anger. Born in the early 1960’s, I had parents that were born in the 1930’s, an age where men and women’s roles were distinctly defined and those roles were upheld in legislation and in religious communities. Then came...
Lustful
Céline wrote in German.Use Google translate in the Chrome browser to read in English or another language Lustvoll Wie alles begann Meine Selbstliebepraxis begleitet mich seit ich ein kleines Mädchen bin. Meine erste Erinnerung an Selbstbefriedigung ist, als ich...
We Are the Fucking Sky
I started to experience overwhelming waves of rage upon the repeal of Roe v Wade. What made things worse was that no one seemed phased in the slightest. Deny women healthcare -after 50 years of clear precedent - just another day in America. There were no...
My Anger Experience
Photo: A wood burning I made to remind myself to let my Heart unfurl and feel it all A couple of years ago, one of my best friends had her I.U.D. removed. Notoriously, I.U.D. insertion is painful and traumatizing. The cramps from insertion mimic labor contractions....
Pleasure is Radical
I’ve been struggling with the blog topic of pleasure because each time I start to write about the yumminess of it, what swings in bombastically and unannounced are the injustices and wrongs of our time, the many tasks I need to attend to, and all the things my monkey...
Pleasure is Soft
Pleasure is soft and easy. It may not come quickly to those who believe themselves undeserving or who have endured terrible trauma, but we are all hard-wired for pleasure. Arriving at pleasure is not easy, but the experience of pleasure is the definition of ease....
Anger
We wrote about our experiences with anger. Browse the links below to read the full post.Ready to Pop "No one looks me in the eye with compassion. . . No one even asks about my family history of breast cancer."by Simone FarschiMy Anger Experience "Women sharing stories...
Anger is a Messenger
Anger is a destroyer of demons that obstruct your growth and happiness. Anger is a feeling that erupts sometimes as if out of nowhere.The boiling, bubbling tension just waiting to be triggered.It’s loud, it’s intimidating, even a nuisance.You should be ashamed to...
Ready to Pop
Right now, anger swells inside me like a balloon about to pop. But it doesn’t. Instead, it simmers just beneath the surface of my skin, perfectly expanding into every space of my being, yet so neatly confined. This anger—buried beneath sadness, or perhaps the sadness...