As with birth, a woman learns to continually dilate through the contractions. 

Anywhere we withheld vulnerability from another human being is a place we remain in bondage with them. 

What would you pine for if you knew that always and ever you were equally desired by what is issuing the desire within you?

I am all things awaiting.

A woman on a train platform,

a woman by a phone,

a woman across a table

opening the anniversary gift.

There are women these

days, ecofeminists they

call themselves,

who have taken on

trees as lovers.

If they can do that,

I can take you on, too,

as a memory, a mountain.

Jordan Peterson has a great quotation on his view of love: “If you love someone, if it’s genuine love, you see their hidden soul. You get a glimpse of light that they could reveal to the world if it were revealed.” 

The only way to leave without a trace is to have lived, expressed, shown up, and spent everything we had while in the relationship. Whatever was withheld is what holds us back. Whatever love was not expressed is what expresses now as grip, resentment, desire for vengeance, hope for the future.

Remember here: If she clears out all the blocked lines inside of her, she can radiate an attraction that will draw in what naturally feeds her, and repel what does not.

When every nerve is tuned to that electric hum. When you’re ready to fall into each other’s arms?

Don’t.