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My relationship to pleasure and my deeper connection to nature grew together like sisters

My relationship to pleasure and my deeper connection to nature grew together like sisters.


I don’t know if one came before the other but they are undoubtedly connected.


My capacity for pleasure expands along with my capacity for dirt under my nails, mud on my boots, mist on my naked skin….and my willingness to be seen in my rawest forms.


And a desire to kiss trees. But that’s another post.


I was able to laugh on the day a tree released heavy buckets of snow from its branches down onto me as I stood under it, coatless and exposed.


It was freezing and it was glorious.


If you’re feeling this edge…a desire to get dirty and to welcome in more pleasure — check out my Embodied Pleasure Workshop ‘Unlocking Pleasure’.

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