When we remember not only that we have choices, but we are the ones making the choices in every stroke, we stay in flight.
LET’S FLY.

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.

Our own desire is to be a vehicle of freedom for each other, a reflection for the other person to witness themselves, see how they operate, know truth, speak the unspeakable, face loss, and maintain connection irrespective of perceived rights and desires. The nature of this relationship is to both give and receive everything with the willingness always to surrender in the name of connection itself.

In the realm of Eros, there lies a crucial distinction between the physical and a deeper, electrifying presence. Presence is what we all crave—the totality of being fully alive in the moment. Without it, there is a spot within a woman that remains untouched, preventing the activation of her full potential. 

I believe ninety-nine percent of a woman’s insanity comes from a lack of stabilization while being in flight. They want to be met by a pole of true equanimity, moving in pitch-perfect response with everything that comes. They want that feeling of being fully supported, of being able to move freely. 

Love is the force that refuses to grasp, that refuses to contract, that refuses to pin the butterfly to the wall.

Yes, you enjoy, you love, you tend to. But the intention, the prayer, the hope is to release them back into the wild.