Everyone You’ve Ever Had A Crush On Secretly Had A Crush On You, They Still Do, And They’re Waiting For You

I knew it!

http://www.theonion.com/articles/report-everyone-youve-ever-had-a-crush-on-secretly,35080/

Because if we can't laugh at ourselves, really, what's the point?!

Body, Remember

Because words move things, and often do so best through poetry.
This is my honoring of reminiscence, and of the time tendrils uncurling that never were and always are...

When we love and even sometimes when we desire, there is a fire of truth clarity in the light of our glowing eyes.


Body, Remember

Body, remember not just how much you were loved,
not simply those beds on which you have lain,
but also the desire for you that shone
plainly in the eyes that gazed at you,
and quavered in the voice for you, though
by some chance obstacle was finally forestalled.
Now that everything is finally in the past,
it seems as though you did yield to those desires ―
how they shone, remember, in the eyes that gazed at you,
how they quavered in the voice for you ― body, remember.

(C.P. Cavafy, The Canon. Translated from the Greek by Stratis Haviaras, Hermes Publishing, 2004) 


Body, remember not only how much you were loved,
not only the beds you lay on,
but also those desires that glowed openly
in eyes that looked at you,
trembled for you in the voices—
only some chance obstacle frustrated them.
Now that it’s all finally in the past,
it seems almost as if you gave yourself
to those desires too—how they glowed,
remember, in eyes that looked at you,
remember, body, how they trembled for you in those voices. 

(C.P. Cavafy, Collected Poems. Translated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard. Edited by George Savidis. Revised Edition. Princeton University Press, 1992) 


Original Greek:

Θυμήσου, Σώμα...  

Σώμα, θυμήσου όχι μόνο το πόσο αγαπήθηκες,
όχι μονάχα τα κρεββάτια όπου πλάγιασες,
αλλά κ’ εκείνες τες επιθυμίες που για σένα
γυάλιζαν μες στα μάτια φανερά,
κ’ ετρέμανε μες στην φωνή —  και κάποιο
τυχαίον εμπόδιο τες ματαίωσε.
Τώρα που είναι όλα πια μέσα στο παρελθόν,
μοιάζει σχεδόν και στες επιθυμίες
εκείνες σαν να δόθηκες — πώς γυάλιζαν,
θυμήσου, μες στα μάτια που σε κύτταζαν·
πώς έτρεμαν μες στην φωνή, για σε, θυμήσου, σώμα. 

Five Tibetan Rites

While not, strictly speaking, about sacred sexuality or the dance of the divine masculine and feminine, I feel called to share the Five Tibetan Rites here. I have been doing these exercises almost daily for over a year. I started when I got the information (by listening from within) that my daily Sun Salutations were no longer what my body and energy needed. I add all kinds of yoga and stretches to my daily body stretching when I have time; this one does not get missed and can be done in under 10 minutes on any ole day.

'How does this connect to this blog?' has been an interesting question for me to contemplate. I feel energized, stronger and better integrated from my time doing these rites. It is said that this practice supports the healthy function of the endocrine system, which regulates hormone release - definitely connected with fertility, attraction, pregnancy, birth and sexuality. The glands of the endocrine system and the hormones secreted from it are hugely influential on how we feel and our behavior. Well known allies from the endocrine system include endorphins, oxytocin, dopamine, adrenaline, and one of my all time favorites - relaxin. More on that another time...

Beyond that physiological support, I share this practice as a way I take care of myself - physically, emotionally, energetically. To listen within and hear our inner wisdom, to integrate the divine masculine and feminine within ourselves and in our relations, we need to take care of ourselves. We all find our different, beautiful paths to self-love, and I have experienced so many times the amazing way a spark of inspiration will come to me that helps me see my path more clearly. So, I feel called to share, that this spark might resonate with even just one person.

http://www.mkprojects.com/pf_TibetanRites.htm

Did you say restore your viriginity?!

Indeed.
Check it out.
I have had amazing openings and releases doing this shortly before my moon time, then moving into that shedding/releasing part of my cycle. 

This is an amazing tool for men and women! Learning to release energetic cords that do not serve our highest good is a nourishing practice.

http://www.sevensistersmysteryschool.com/how-to-restore-your-virginity-and-what-is-virginity-anyway-2/

Mara Berendt Friedman
“The MaBuddha of Passion”
www.newmoonvisions.com

on autoeroticism

I love the dance of art and science. This article reports on scientific research on the power of our minds to create ecstatic experience. 

The article is originally from the New York Times, and I am posting it via website reuniting.info, run by Marnia Robinson, that is well worth exploring for many other reasons, especially for those interested in that dance of science and sacred sexuality traditions. This site also has an extensive forum section on porn addiction. http://www.reuniting.info/forums/rebalancing-recovery

I'll Have What She's Thinking (New York Times)

http://www.reuniting.info/content/i%E2%80%99ll-have-what-she%E2%80%99s-thinking-new-york-times

beautiful, healthy merging

With his website's permission to post one piece of his art on a personal website, as this is, I want to share this painting of Alex Grey's. I love so many of his pieces, as well as the little I've gotten to witness of him as a person, artist, teacher, father, and partner to his amazing wife Allyson. 

The dance of autonomy and togetherness rolls on endlessly, and here's just a little inspiration for its beautiful manifestation.

www.alexgrey.com

He writes about this painting, Tantra, oil on linen, 1991:

Locked in an embrace of love with Allyson, I sensed the skin on the backs of our bodies dissolving into a field of deep blue fire fluid. The blue felt like an ocean of understanding permeated by love, a field of unbounded energy that was our essential nature and to which we briefly return during the ecstatic ego oblivion of sex. It seemed as if the skin on the front of our bodies was the surface tension of ego, a bounding line of flesh that we can use to merge and transcend energetically by becoming synchronous with the primal depth of our heart union, which is symbolized by the enveloping aura of the lattice-like Mobius egg.

Also from Alex Grey's website:

ARTIST'S PRAYER

 

Creator of the Universe,
How infinite and astonishing
Are your worlds.
Thank you,
For your Sacred Art
And sustaining Presence.

Divine Imagination,
Forgive my blindness,
Open all my Eyes.
Reveal the Light of Truth.
Let original Beauty
Guide my every stroke.

Universal Creativity,
Flow through me,
From my heart
Through my mind to my hand,
Infuse my work with spirit
To feed hungry souls.

Birthing Ourselves Into Being

* Goddess revision (with humming) *

From the dark warm moving place of our mother,

we are born

Our mother, solid and giving as a moss patch,

nurtured and nurturing by the crystalline waves of the sun

and the patience, curiosity and perseverance of all her creatures,

sharing her powers.

                                    mmmmm…

We come from the earth and go to the earth,

carrying on our turtle back all the traditions of evolution,

carrying in our claw a scrap of dirt from when we dive

deep deep deep 

into the waters of all time 

and grab some of the bottom to bring to the surface

to renew grounding creation.

                                    mmmmm…

We come from great spirit and go to great spirit

now, all the time, no time, always.

Sometimes we spin in time, inching along, sunning.

Sometimes eye to eye we dive 

deep in the pools

to surface with a newborn’s instinct to swim and breathe,

staying deep in the shallows.

                                    mmmmm…

We are in the water and moving towards water,

washing peacefully, transforming violently,

changing slowly 

with the ins and outs of waves and tides.

Through the water we swim with the bottom to the surface

To the water we go, we share, we drink deep

to enlighten again the memory of our composition

The water goes from the deep to the earth's face

A mantra unsung, it rings through our being

                                    mmmmm…

We are born into this village and

we are born into this body,

our vessel, moving around 

and sensing more vessels near us.

The water running through the aqueduct is free

and we are born in this way

solid and free, challenged, in paradox, in harmony,

moving with the water.

Words freed like birds from cages 

singing divine poetry.

                                    mmmmm…

When I brought the water in

from morning star in the east,

I was born from ways deeper than blood,

surrounded by family, 

with faces we only sometimes see 

or recognize.

Thirsty people drank, we welcomed precious baby boy,

son of my family from the deep bottom, and we laughed.

We smoked life earth breath through corn and tobacco,

we welcomed the deep, speaking peace poetry,

prayer, drink, birth.

So be.

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Oh ma

ye ma

ye ye ma

ye man

ye man

ye man ja

yemanja

ja ja yemanja

deep ma deep

da mirroring seas

deep ma deep

da ocean root

deep ye man ja

holding we

deep yemanja

we ma of we

Birthing Ourselves Into Being by Jessa Tumposky is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.

To Stephen Gaskin, with honor and respect

Sending love and gratitude to Stephen Gaskin 

and his small and large circles as he passes onward. 

His wife, Ina May Gaskin, is one of the elders in our modern times and in the United States of bringing back home birth, after its relatively brief (in the span of human history) but violent hiatus. It's still coming back. 

Now she holds space as her beloved husband passes on, a great visionary, writer, speaker and founder of The Farm, where his and her work has flourished. May we all be blessed with such life and work partnership.

Welcome to CONSCIOUS CONCHES! 

The name of this blog came to me one day when I was wearing shell earrings that were made from cowrie shells. A friend accidentally called them conches, another shell with beautiful symbolic meaning and connection to the feminine, and was saying the word "conches" just as I was saying the word "conscious." 

So there you have it, this blog begins in a way that defies logic :) but embraces the moment, synchronicity and the beauty of the feminine, the ocean and much more.

I intend to focus posts on this blog on my own research, wisdom, musings and discoveries on sacred sexuality, pregnancy, birth, the divine feminine, the divine masculine, and the coming together of these last two. 

So... welcome to my first post!

http://blog.museumofsex.com/the-internal-clitoris/

The true divine design of the clitoris seems like a perfect place to start... 

the internal erect clitoris