The price we refuse to pay today—the uncomfortable ownership of our power and responsibility—we will inevitably pay tomorrow, with interest.

A powerful woman isn’t one who dominates or demands; she inspires, elevates, and transforms everything she touches.

Eros asks only that we relinquish the separate artificial self.

When you move with Eros, healing is not something you have to fight for, it is something that cannot be stopped.

The issue is if we have a problem-seeking mind, we will perceive a problem.

Instead of reaching outward, we dive into the body’s inner landscape, feeling every subtle sensation, scent, and heartbeat with deliberate attention.

What happens when the natural expressions of her life force—her emotions, her intensity, her sexual energies—are not given space to move, but instead are pathologized, managed, and medicated? She becomes clogged.

We can rewrite the notion that the most profound states—from enlightenment to despair—are to be experienced alone. What we do when we turn toward another at the point of explosion is to secure our relational capacity in the most extreme condition.

It’s in those moments, when the container breaks, when control dissolves, that you discover if love was real or if it was just comfort dressed up as devotion.

Eros demands that we open ourselves physically to the act of creation and permits no equivocation about that core purpose.

Power, once harnessed, must be aimed and directed where it is needed. As women, to claim our inherent power
is to claim the birthright of our sexual energy.

In the everyday language 
of our modern existence, women have been taught to measure ourselves in the currency of restriction rather than aspiration.