Sitting here holding my baby on my shoulder after just having a wonderful chat with a sexy man online. Thinking of how I used to have a life outside of diapers and nursing and how much I would love to go be intimate with someone RIGHT NOW. Yum.
This is not my finest photo but it cracks me up. I hope it brings a smile to your face. 🙂 This was part of a photoshoot I did with my daughter, Alexandra.
This is my new favorite song. Something about it makes my heart ache and helps me to be more tender with myself. Learning to be my own, sweet butterfly.
Repair of the World by Naomi Newman In the beginning before there were any beginnings or endings, there was no place that was not already God. We call this unimaginable openness: Ein Sof, Being without end, world without end, Ein Sof. Then came the urge to give life to our world and us. But there…
Goddess-in-training, Gigi, weilding her feminine power. The concept of “feminine” is an interesting one to me. What we perceive as feminine, especially in American culture, is often some kind of boxed-in, pale, sliver of femininity. Pink or feminine somehow denotes weak and helpless to some. It’s like when men insult other men by calling them…
The scarab was personified by Khepri, a sun-god associated with resurrection and new life. The ancient egyptians believed that the scarab beetle came into being of itself from a ball of dung (the idea of self-creation). We are all in a in the process of creating ourselves and our world in each moment. By consciously…