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If you love me, join me in the sauna…

Ryanair once sent me an email with the headline Experience Swedish Hospitality. I thought they were being kinky. I’m not sure if it was their imagination, or mine. I’m uh suspecting it was me. After all I’m Swedish. I know massage. I know saunas. I know skinny dipping. I know the reputation we have. And I use and abuse it. All the time.

I’ve actually found out that the city I’m from, Malmo, is the world’s most dangerous city if you count crime rate per capita. Immigrants have started gang wars and are also robbing people right left and centre. When I was a kid there was a murder a year. Now there’s one a week. It’s so friggin sad. I may not want to live there permanently, but try saying anything bad about Sweden and I will go apeshit. Try murdering my fellow Swedes…I’m not happy.

It’s just so sad that people who haven’t found their passion in life, their purpose, spend their time losing themselves in things that truly don’t matter. Think about it. What matters to you, truly matters to you? How can you do more of that? How can you live your life in a passionate dance of freedom? How can you focus all your energy on the positive? Not just an outcome, outcomes are what they are – some shit comes together, some falls apart – play to win, but enter the game you want to be playing for the sake of playing. Enjoy the game. I know that throwing sticks and stones will give you energy kicks, adrenaline and testosterone flowing freely, but they are temporary and they aren’t true happiness. Nor are drugs, or sex, or fashion brands that give you an ego kick… True happiness is love, I’m fairly confident. Do what you love. Spend energy feeding what you love. And love. For the love of God, just love. Love who you are, whom you want to be, what you do. Do lovingly. Whatever is in your hands…treat it with care and love, even if it seems like the most mundane task, or difficult situation. Apply love, peace and understanding. Between the three you could save the world. Your world.

I get angry sometimes. I get furious. I get furious with myself, the people in my life, the stories I hear on the news (I avoid most)… I get frustrated. I get so frustrated I wanna scream because I haven’t yet figured something out, I miss someone, I miss the sunshine, I’m scared and I don’t wanna be scared, I see my mistakes, I see my flaws… But then I step away. I look at myself as whom I want to be. Who I am in the core of me. I see the beauty and the love. I see me. I see all I want to create, all I love and all the people I love, no matter if they drive me insane at times. I start living as the true me in that moment and suddenly I just feel love and happiness. This world is paradise. There is pain in paradise, but it is still paradise. I just need to move back to the beach…

What I’m trying to say folks is this: choose love. Step away from whatever is that isn’t love and make a conscious decision to choose love. Your world will shift and the world will shift with it.

Join me in the sauna. It gets hot in there when you turn on the love. Go on then – don’t be shy. Clothes off, love on.

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The parody of life, the beauty and the…uhm…blowjobs…

I got this email today: “Dear Sir or Madam, Please take me off your emailing list with immediate effect. I am sick of you.” Is it just me or should the person make up their mind whether to be polite, or an asshole? Confusing. Someone else informed me via Facebook that happiness is always an inside job…and I who always thought it was a blowjob. Even more confusing. And that’s the thing with life: it can be confusing. So fucking confusing you’d need to get fucked just to forget your confusion for a while….but then there’s the confusing bit about love and finding the right men…I mean man…and uhm good sex…

I was messaging with a friend of mine today and her newborn baby was just awakening on her chest as she was writing to me. As I later sat on the bus this suddenly sprung to mind. Or to be precise: what sprung to mind was the feeling of how you watch over a new life filled with compassion because you know what it feels like to wake up, to fall asleep, to fall in love, to lose loved ones, to fail at something, to succeed, to laugh till your belly hurts, to cry till you think you have nothing left inside, to dance like the world is your oyster…if so only for the night. You know, so you feel. You feel for them as if they were you. Especially children as they are absolutely unprotected, or guarded from us by fear or thinking patterns. They are just there, looking with big eyes at a very fresh world.

Moments after this came to mind I gave up my seat to an older lady, simply because I know what tired feet feel like (and because my granddad would jump down from heaven to kick my butt if I didn’t behave with decency towards others).

We act with compassion towards each other; with understanding and sympathy simply because we know. We know what it feels like. Even if we are different and some of us feel pain in different places from others, or fall in love with different things, we all know. We all know pain and we all know love. We know laughter and tears….and making love, of course. We hold onto each other and support one another through life because we know what life feels like, so if that’s the only thing we know. Because we may know what life feels like, but life itself is often confusing.

The day I decided I could have kids because I knew enough about life, was the day I realized I know nothing and life is an experience, not an accomplishment. Yes, we are here to grow and learn…but we know so little. So long as we do our best, we love, we enjoy…we are successful. What life throws you at any given moment is impossible to know. To take a deep breath and lovingly and, erm, preferably with a good sense of humor, deal with any given circumstance is truly success. To apply your knowledge from the past yes, but also realize that what you know is always limited…unless for the heart, of course…I always believe that the heart and your soul’s connection with life somehow knows…but it knows without you knowing. You just open the door and you get the answer (sometimes in a rather weird way), but how, or why, or what…who knows?

Sometimes I try to figure it all out. I think about things. I think for so long I don’t act. That’s why my new motto is “maybe”. I will surrender to every moment and try things out. I will follow my heart….so if it goes in ten different directions. Because hell, I don’t understand myself…I have patterns, thoughts, behaviors that are down right ridiculous and if I think…I end up acting out the same story all over again. I’m the flakiest person you’d ever come across when it comes to the men I meet for example. I can hardly commit to a date – if I think about it, there’s always something wrong. That’s how bad I am. Once I love someone though, I’m loyal for life. My best friend told me the other week that if I she was a man, she’d just marry me, because no matter what, I’m there for the men I’ve once fallen for. As tragic as I think this is, hopefully one day one man can appreciate that….once he’s battled my five thousand dragons to get to my heart that is…that I’m of course now willingly giving away to the right man…erm. You see…if I think about this, I will not go near men. I just get confused and back off. Unless they knock me down, I’m gone. So I won’t think. I’ll just do. Surrender. Let go. Fly with whatever’s there.

So yes peeps…life’s confusing, but we are here to experience it and if that’s how you see it I, personally, think it becomes beautiful. Especially if you surrender to the moment, because then you have very little time to miss lovers lost, or erm ahem California, or your most precious gran or grandpa… We’re here to live. To be there for each other. To reach out to one another. To support each other through this most magical thing called life. May love be with you. Always.

Precisely: live the love…although apparently happiness is an inside job, so don’t think you can solve your man’s problem’s this way…LOL!

 

 

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The most beautiful…the naked heart…

I think beauty is something which resonates with the heart and hence beauty is slightly different to all. I do believe though that most of us feel compassion for others, especially if we get to share their thoughts and feelings…not the top layers, but their true inner feelings. We feel compassion because in them we see ourselves; feel ourselves.

I saw some photos on Facebook the other day. They tell the story of a boy with downs syndrome – what his life is like, what he feels, how others see him and the joys he gives his sister. It was beautiful. It brought a tear to my eye and a smile to my face. If you had just seen one picture of the boy though, you wouldn’t have seen any of that beauty. You wouldn’t have felt anything. He would just be a face and not one we maybe see as physically beautiful, unless you stop to ponder that each person is uniquely beautiful and each person also has a heart and a soul. Each person feels, seeks love and cries at times. If you are somehow taken on a journey where you can feel that, you will probably see the beauty in them.

I’m quite saddened and angry too at the moment as people are passing around photos now saying the new “ideal” should be curvy and that’s the new way forward and so on. Appreciate each other’s beauty instead of putting one another down! It’s the same feelings I have around people who are so-called feminists and say women are superior to men – learn to see the divine in both the feminine and the masculine and work on finding harmony and peace instead. I understand if wrongs have been committed that you are angry, but it’s like racism right – if you are the minority group, being bullied by another, it won’t really create peace by you treating them as they treat you. It’s like defeating one dictator only to become one yourself. By lowering yourself to their level, you become like them. To build peace we have to build bridges of understanding and learn to see the beauty in one another. We have to learn to respect one another – stand up for who we are and what we believe in without putting anyone else down.

If we share our stories we get to know each other and feel for one another as we can see ourselves in each other. We learn that we all have feelings and are doing the best with the assets and handicaps we were born with and the traits we picked up in childhood. It’s not always easy to have the patience to get to someone’s core – to uncover the beauty inside, but the price…well, the price is priceless. Love.

If you take the time to watch the video below I promise you, it will move you. It’s a video I wish I could make every child see, so that they understand that somewhere, we are all the same. I wish someone would have shown it to my bullies, I wish someone would have shown it to me so that I would understand that even though I was seen as different, I was still wonderful. Words can’t express this video. Please watch it.

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A good blow job….

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I’ve heard that if you want a good Valentine’s day you have to serve your man a steak and give him a blow job the day before.Then you are guaranteed at least some roses. Now, sometimes it isn’t just blow jobs that blow men’s minds (thankfully – would give you a sore jaw if it was, wouldn’t it?!?!!), nor roses that blow women’s (there are many more imaginative gifts, if you are gift giving inclined). In each person we love, whether friend, lover, or other, we find something unique, something that, literally, blows our mind, so if it’s just their kindness or their genuine smile.

I was walking to the tube the other night, head banging after a day at work, tired, hungry and on a mission to go to Ikea. Suddenly I had this flashback of walking down a street in Sweden, on my way to meet my gran and I missed her so much tears threatened to well up. I guess it was the need for comfort, care and love that suddenly overtook me and my gran has always been the closest person to me in many ways. Just as I was overwhelmed by a wave of self-pity this plastic bag came flying level with people’s faces, making them react in various ways. It reminded me of the movie American Beauty - it was such a playful and beautiful moment and I thought to myself “Gran would have liked that.” Suddenly I was smiling instead of crying.

To this day I miss having a mother’s figure – I miss having someone I can call and just really know is always there for me as a pillar of support, of unconditional love and caring. Someone who pours me hot chocolate and gives me a hug. Someone who just says it’s OK and I’m great no matter what. Someone who pampers me mentally as well as physically I suppose and not because I’m going through a crisis, or having a problem of some sort but just because.

Of course I have my dad, but I’m happy to say he’s a man. He has a wicked sense of humor and will help me sort out almost anything with his business like and down to Earth approach to life (he’s a funny combo of a sailor and a business man), but if you want someone just to tell you you are great, forget it. My dad will list all potential problems and good things, and tell me to sort it out (and if not I will get a long lecture on responsibility. He loves to lecture me. Give him five minutes and he will give a speech worthy of the President. In fact it’s probably better.). He kicks my butt in other words. He taught me independence and gave me a fighter spirit and he is thankfully a very good chef and can run a household seamlessly, so I have hope for the male population in general, just not their pampering abilities. I really hope I will meet a man who knows how to pour hot tea though. Hell, imagine coming home and being looked after from time to time. I think I’d even agree to sex after that. Ha.

Anyway, there are days when we all feel like we could do with a hug and there is absolutely no one around to hug us (or no one we feel like hugging – there are always Tits-Herberts lurking about and any opportunity given they will squeeze your tits…or well, in my case it would be my ass because I doubt they’d find my tits even if they were looking for them. Especially not if they are nearsighted. And then there are the “I am certain we are perfect for each other you just haven’t realised” it types too. No, no and no.). Therefore it’s super important to remember all the people who would have hugged you if they were there. To remember their energy. Their love and the lessons they taught us are always with us. Even their sense of humor, or their appreciation for something that we can now appreciate just because they taught us how to. Above and beyond anything – to know how much love you yourself carry within you. Love is everywhere – we just have to remember to feel it. And for the love of God – do give your man a blow job whilst you still can – you never know how much time you will have with someone. Do your very best to enjoy and relish in every moment, pampering them as much as you can and giving them the freedom and support to grow to become the most they can ever be. Your love, after all, is the most precious thing you have to offer. Be generous.

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The sound of shagging…

“He wants to shag me, what’s that supposed to mean? He said he loves me, does that mean he wants to have a relationship with me, or are we still just casually dating? He looked at me funnily in the office, then told me I’m cute, do you think he fancies me? He told me he will miss me when he’s away…do you think he really likes me, or is he just saying it to get laid?” Ever heard a woman obsess about a man like that? Ever heard her ASK the man what he’s really thinking and feeling? And ever met a man that actually COMMUNICATES his feelings?

He’s Not That Into You is a funny, yet poignant look at how great women are at misunderstanding men…I am yet to meet a man that was so into me he didn’t dare to show his emotions in one way or another, but many women will interpret whatever factor to their advantage (and men’s emotional difficulties). I once had a friend that was certain that because I added him on Facebook I was interested in him. People twist things around like there’s no tomorrow.

And how many times don’t you hear “I wish s/he would do more of xyz.” but do they ever tell their partner? No, they hope the person will get their “hints.” Often this leads to anger if the person that is “hinting” isn’t acknowledged. Then they may start sulking and doing other things to show their hurt, but their partner is unlikely to understand why. S/he just gets frustrated and may start showing their frustration.

Often we tell our friends how we feel about our partner, our boss, our other friends…but it is rare that we communicate clearly with them how we actually feel in a way that is neither offensive, nor apologetical. It is an art to be able to communicate in a way that people understand what you are saying and doing it in a caring and loving way.

Kudos to all those who dare to speak their minds and do so in a way that inspire rather than make others feel in any way small.

Listening to The Sound Of Silence, whilst working away, I cannot help but ponder how relevant the lyrics are today – communication really is a vital part of all relationships. When we do not manage to get a point across, when we do not feel seen, or acknowledged, many end up taking to extreme means. Just look at the streets of London.

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When your sex life is a mess…

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Did I fuck you, or you fuck me, or did we just fuck?

If someone says: “Honestly, our sex life is terrible darling,” how do you deal with it? Do you start to defend your moves and grooves in the bedroom? Do you get angry? Do you feel fear for being judged, with no allowance for improvement? Do you blame it on the person who uttered the words? Would you rather end the relationship than having to question and/or sort out your own/your partners abilities? Did you already know it, but neglected it as you’d rather have a poor sex life than dare to bring it up with your partner and risk ending up with no sex life at all? Did your partner utter the sentence filled with love, compassion and a willingness to do her/his utmost to create the most marvelous sex life on the planet, or was s/he filled with blame, anger, fear, or frustration? How honest are you prepared to be when questioning your sex life and other relationships, including the one you have with yourself (no not your masturbation techniques, different chapter)?

Honesty. We talk about it a lot, or at least many of us throw it out as a description rather often. “I like honesty. I want honest friends and employees. Honesty is a good trait. Honest people are nice.” Yet, what is honesty? You can be honest with someone and yet only tell them part of the bigger picture. You can use honesty to hurt, or to heal. You can speak honestly from your mind, with your heart completely closed. What is good honesty?

I started thinking about stories recently…or, well, I always think about stories, but this week in particular as I heard three different versions of the same story, one being my own version. So I started pondering how honest the three different stories were. In all fairness I can’t say that anyone was lying, but due to different people choosing to talk about different parts of the story and ignoring others, the story looked very different from the three different perspectives. It’s like saying: “Jake took my purse.” v.s. “Jake took my purse to go buy the oranges I asked him to buy for me as my car broke down and they were too heavy to carry on foot.” In one story Jake is a thief, in the other a hero.

It can also be a very different story depending on if a person is constructing a story to work in their favor, or just sharing from their heart exactly what they are feeling.

What’s more, it can, of course, get very confusing if the person who is sharing the story isn’t thinking with their heart, but rather with their mind and have no clue of what they are actually feeling or what was really going on as they saw it through their own lenses, their own filters of reality. If you are very perceptive you may even feel that they are saying one thing, but feeling another, but they themselves don’t even know it – if anything they may just not be able to make the story make sense in their own minds. If, on the other hand, they are speaking with both their heart and mind and the two are disagreeing – one minute their heart is speaking, the next minute their mind and the mind and heart have opposing ideas of what is true – it can get even more confusing. For example, from January or so this year my heart was telling me to go to London for God knows what reasons, but my mind was telling me to stay in LA for plenty of reasons. Now, until I had figured this out maybe I shouldn’t have been confusing other people with my ideas back and forth, but that’s easier said than done as we often blurt out what’s going on in our hearts and minds to those close to us.

My choice of cities could have further confused people if say, with person A I always spoke from my heart, person B my mind, person C I didn’t tell anything at all to and person D got both my heart and mind. How I related to these people may be much because of how they related to me and/or much because of what I was most connected to at the time (heart, or mind). It may also be that I didn’t know up from down myself and simply shared whatever I believed/perceived to be the truth, but that may still not stop them from thinking I should have acted differently in my story telling once they found out what my final decision was (to stay stuck in the middle, or follow my heart, or mind). What’s more, they might very well have their own idea about what my mind and my heart should be like, as it would suit them better. Story telling can be bloody confusing until the day you say sayonara to everything but your own heart. Screw everything else: it’s the heart that counts. (That’s my not so humble opinion.)

If people aren’t listening to their hearts, but rather their logical reasoning, their learned ideas about themselves and life…then they are creating unreal stories in their lives and probably living them too. From an outside perspective you may see that the person got the wrong end of the stick (or the dick), but as the person is believing in the story they have created, it’s their reality. Their emotions are reacting to the story they have created in their minds, however unreal, but the emotions are real. Chemicals have gotten created and the person can feel them, yet something inside may tell them that something dodgy is going on, no matter how great the emotions. Talk about confusion!

What I also came to ponder is the fact that you are continuously creating stories about people and most of the time you aren’t sharing the stories with the people they are about. How many times have you sat down with your friends and shared the story about them and you? How you see your friendship from day one till now? I came to think about this as someone started asking me questions about someone whom I believe I have been honest with. I believe I have shared my heart with them, I have shared my feelings, my thoughts and what have you. What suddenly hit me though is that the story I would tell if someone asked me to tell the complete story from day one till now of our friendship, well that story the person the story is about had never heard.

Think about it like this: you go on vacation, you have a summer fling and you are, in the moment with that person open, free, what have you. When you get home friends ask you about your fling and you tell them a story. A story you probably never told the person you were having the fling with. So even if you were honest with the person at the time, it’s unlikely you sit down and tell them exactly how you see your whole story with them and how it’s impacted your life, the lessons you’ve learnt, what they gave you, etc.

This story creating goes for family, friends, business partners, mentors, what have you – we are constantly creating stories and, at times, very biased stories. Even when people tell you you are a great blessing, they really appreciate you, you have brought them joy and wonders, they may never get anymore specific than that. You may think you gave them one thing, but they may feel utterly blessed for another that you didn’t even consider a gift.

What further came to mind is that when we build connections with people, if we do so based on a story we have invented, rather than a genuine connection springing from our heart and soul, we are bound to live in fear. Fear that the money, or looks, or moves we used to impress them with will sooner or later fade, or they will discover we never possessed them in the first place. The story I used to choose to tell men could be rather fascinating, whether I told it in words, or actions, or the way I chose to dress. I liked to sort of…hmm…sex things up and remove the emotions as somewhere along the way I started to think that men want heartless women who are great in bed and will leave them when the morning comes. I was potentially mistaken in this conclusion. Just potentially. I also, at some point, came to realise that if I tell this heartless sex story I will end up with men that want something I can’t offer, as uh, I do have emotions, I do care and I do make people breakfast in bed. If you don’t like to be doted on, I’m not your girl.

My logical mind was trying to protect my heart by living in accordance with an idea it had gotten from information that had been provided, but the only way to protect your heart is to be true to your heart and live from a space of love. When you are what you want, you get what you want, whether you logically realise what that is or not.

Another thought appeared to me as I was talking about person A together with person B. Now, it was quite clear that we perceived this person very differently, so it hit me that it might be a bad idea to listen to another person’s idea of someone as they have created a story based on who they are first and foremost, not who the person they are talking about is. Also, how the person they describe relates to them is much because of what they put out there. If we believe a person is a devil it may be because we made them behave as a devil, or appeared as a devil to them. If we believe a person is an angel, it may be because we behaved as an angel to them, or appeared as an angel to them. Of course we all have individual responsibility – if someone tells me I’m an ass I can tell them I don’t agree and that’s that, or I can slap them, or tell the whole world they are an asshole – my behavior, no matter how “triggered” by someone else, is my choice. And speaking of which: when we create stories we often say “because s/he did this, I did that, or I learnt this, or I feel like this.” Now, that’s making them responsible and you are the one whose life is being ruled by someone else. Know that you can, to some extent at least, choose what to think and how to react. It’s like a history class with Mr Y – one student loves Mr Y and history, another student hates history, but loves Mr Y. Yet another student hates history and Mr Y and yet another one hates Mr Y, but loves history. Now, who will try to learn about history during these classes and who will occupy their minds more so with the teacher than with the subject? And who will choose to disregard their own preconceived ideas and just get on with the topic at hand and learn what they need to learn?

As I see it, if you want to learn about life, then every person you meet and every event you are part of becomes a tool for learning; an asset if you so like for gaining deeper knowledge and becoming more able to deal with things yet to come. If you, on the other hand, think life is nothing but a series of unexplainable and unpredictable events you may not ponder about it at all and, consequently, think you have no say about how your life goes – you are at the mercy of others and life itself.

Because I believe that you mainly (not necessarily always as there are other influences too) get what you attract (or consciously/sub-consciously look for and therefore walk up to when you spot it), I don’t necessarily want to blame anyone for what they so to speak caused me – I want to look inside myself so that I can create what I want within me and therefore be drawn to what I want in the future. And let’s face it – it’s often when things go tits up that we start to question what’s going on inside. We don’t always stop to ponder the small things, but when there is no way of closing our eyes to what’s going on, we are forced to listen and, therefore, if we so wish, start changing things within ourselves.

Taking responsibility for your insides does not make other people nice if they do something unpleasant, nor does it mean that you should stick around them. It simply means that you may wanna have a look inside of you to see what created this, whether it was fear, suppressed anger, belief systems…you name it. Otherwise you are likely to end up in the same situation, or with a similar influence in your life, whether event or person, in the future. You may actually be pushing/provoking situations and people to prove your ideas right. Most things for that matter can be sorted with a bit of love – live from a place of love and your life will take blissful turns. When I say this I also have to point out that living from a place of love does not mean getting rid of your spine – stand up for yourself, point out when people are abusing their relationship with you, just do so from a place of love and compassion. Soon that love and compassion will come back to you. I believe whatever you talk about, even the unpleasant stuff, needs to come from this place. If nothing else, it removes people’s’ wish to defend themselves and go against your words. It removes fear and anger. If you want to be honest just to hurt someone, you may as well lie – it will have equally disastrous effects. If it doesn’t come from a space of love, it will backfire.

So guys, next time you talk to your lover about your sex life…have a heartfelt think before you blame them for the sexperiment where you did the doggie dressed in pink leather atop the Empire State Building…or praise them for the best sex of your life – maybe it just so happened that you were co-creating that experience… Go make love to the world – honestly speaking, it could do with some TLC…

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The vagina…

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Being scared of who you are is not easy...

Yeah, I know – it’s that thing women have. That one thing that partly separates us from men, but also makes us compatible with them. Give them an opportunity to connect, so to speak. It’s a beautiful thing, right?!! It enables lives to be made. It enables pleasure. It enables the male-female connection to happen physically. Yet, the vagina has gotten a few bad names in history. It’s taboo. It’s like any liberating thing in history: they wanted to control it. Why I’m not sure. Don’t masturbate – it’s bad for you. Don’t think about vaginas if you are a man – it’s bad for you. Don’t be who you are, don’t have a vagina, it’s really nasty.

I just read the vagina monologues. I know. I’m behind. I probably should have done so a long time ago. Woman wanting liberation. Woman spending her life, since fourteen, in hot pursuit of liberation. Of releasing. Of relaxing. Of daring to be without pretence. Woman wanting to be woman. Nothing more, nothing less. And, yet, she didn’t read the vagina monologues until today.

Still, this liberation fighter (because she was completely not liberated in her childhood, a captive of her own incapacitating beliefs about herself) had an issue writing this post. Why? It contains the word “vagina.” The thing 50% of the population have. A beautiful body part. But you aren’t supposed to talk about it. What would people think? They already defriend me because of overtly sexual headlines. Wouldn’t “vagina” be to take it too far? But it’s part of who I am and I have no intention of being ashamed of who I am anymore. So I think it’s OK. I think it’s OK to talk about vaginas. In fact, I think it’s absolutely terrific to talk about vaginas.

People (or should I say “society”?) have a lot of ideas about who we should be, what we should do…what’s right and what’s wrong. It’s a very serious business this life. So serious you have to wear a suit and a tie to match it (and I’m not talking about doing it for the sex appeal right now…there is that factor too)…but why? What’s the purpose? Is success a house in the suburbs, not having sex before marriage, or having sex way before marriage (depends where you grew up), 2.5 children, manicured nails, great taste (the one that fits in) and a fat bank account? Or is it simply to be happy – indulge in the beauty and the pleasure life can give you, and serve humanity and this planet as best as you can?

We, ourselves, have a lot of ideas about right or wrong. Someone molested us as children, so we think we are bad. We had bad parents, so we think we are doomed, on some level, to act like them. That we have been poisoned by their poison. Someone told us we were stupid, or geeky, or shy, or dirty, or this or that and we believed them. We acted it out. Then we believed ourselves and the image we had created. They never created it. They just did something and we assumed it was a reflection of us, when really, it was probably a reflection of them. Of who they were.

Some of us have had the realization that what we believed in wasn’t true. Yet, it may take years to understand it. To not follow it like a dogma anymore. To believe in a different self-image. Because what are we? We are humans. Inside us we may have a talent, or a trait, or something that defines us (you know that center that feels like that would be you under any circumstance? Those longings, pulls, dreams inside of you that seem to have been there since get go? Those things you have always done, always felt? Your soul?), but the rest is up to us to create and that’s hard for most of us to grasp, because we want to know who we are. What we are like. We do tests in magazines to find out what kind of people we are attracted to, or what kind of personality we have…we want a definition. Yet, we will forever be work in progress. There is no set definition. The person in your childhood who was a bad role model, or treated you badly, did not define you. You can find a different role model and someone who treats you nicely and let that define you. If you want a definition.

Shouldn’t we live in that place inside our hearts where we are free? Where we know there is nothing shameful, or bad about us. Where we know we may have impulses we do not like, or thoughts that stink, but knowing we have an option. A choice. A choice as to what we act out. And even so we may fail at times because an autopilot kicks in, rendering us helpless to habit, but knowing we are walking in the right direction and we have to forgive ourselves. Punishing ourselves by thinking we are bad will only lead to more bad, so that we can feel even worse…a cycle of punishment. We have to give it up and learn to love ourselves. Then our actions will change automatically. We will feel love, so we will act with love. We will understand the pain we have been through and the pain others go through, because they have defined themselves without love. We will experience sympathy. And we will know we are OK. We will forgive ourselves.

It’s taken me about 14 years to come to terms with who I am. Of just being. Of knowing that my vagina is just fine, even if it is crooked, or small, or big, or…whatever it is. Of knowing I’m not a shameful thing. Of knowing my presence does not embarrass, or put a burden on others, like I thought it did as a kid. Of knowing that my feelings are OK. Of knowing that my love for others is not a punishment for them. Of knowing that yup, I make a fool out of myself ever so often either from clumsiness, or ignorance on a subject, or simply by being in love and walking into lamp posts…but I’m fine. I don’t have to be great at everything. Don’t have to be perfect. I can just relax, enjoy life and do what I love. That’s what life is about: love. Doing what we love, indulging in things and places that we love, loving ourselves and others. That’s success, right there. No matter what your vagina looks like.

And still, the idea of being in front of a man I love, or at a huge social gathering and daring to be just that. No pretence. No covers. No impressing shit. Just sitting there staring him/them in the eye and being me scares the hell out of me. Not because it actually scares me that much anymore, I like this state of being, but because I’m scared I am not able to relax that much yet. Years of thinking fearful thoughts makes me automatically switch on. In social settings I catch myself wondering what everyone thinks of me, suspecting no one truly likes me and when it comes to men it gets even worse. It’s just a pattern though. All I have to do is relax and be in the moment, knowing that I am comfortable in me now. I like me. I don’t think there is anything wrong with my vagina anymore. That there is a dark spot inside of me, that when discovered everyone will dislike me. That is simply the ghost of a childhood past.

Life becomes so pleasurable this way. Enjoying your vagina. Enjoying all that is you. The miracle that is you. You don’t have to wear a suit, you just have to be you. Naked. Raw. Open. More vulnerable and open than you have ever been, yet more protected because you are protecting you. You know you won’t believe in harsh words about you, or harsh thoughts. You are OK, just as you are.

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For you gorgeous…

The terrestrial planets: Mercury, Venus, Earth...

Maybe men are from Mars and women from Venus and God knows where the rest of the animals are from, but I'm glad we got to meet on Earth...

I met a woman today that hadn’t traveled outside the States and she was a bit sad about it….something about not having gone to Australia to marry a surfer… I love to travel and I have been blessed to have seen a lot, but what I thought of when I spoke with this woman, is that no matter where I have gone, the most wonderful things have always come from people. Different cultures, different sights, different situations have taught me a great deal of things, but the people always brought me the most joy. Not because there aren’t dick heads out there…be warned, there are…but because a lot of people have gone out of their way to help me and human beings are the only ones I can relate to 100%. I can do my best to put myself in the position of a dog, or a cat…or a tree on the road, but I don’t really connect with the rest of the world as I do with other humans and connection is a most wonderful thing. To feel seen, understood and loved…it’s amazing.

We can connect with people wherever we are. We don’t have to travel around the world to do so. The woman I met apparently dreamt of surfers in Australia, but it’s not about being with a surfer in Australia, is it? It’s about being with someone you love.

I think our ability to relate is partly why we are here – to support one another and the planet as a whole. Because maybe we can’t be a cat, or a dog and therefore not have the same connection with them as we have with humans, but we know what it feels like when someone beats us up, mentally or physically, so often we try to prevent that from happening to others – whether humans or animals. We have the ability to protect one another and help this Earth flourish. We have the ability of choice. Of sympathy. Of understanding. Of thought. And when you come across a person who makes this world a better place to be, or who shows you sympathy and love, who helps you become a better person by sharing their wisdom, or who simply hugs you, or whom you truly connect with beyond words…it’s a miracle. It’s been a very frequent miracle in my life. Thank you. Thank you so much.

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I would do anything for love, but I won’t do a striptease in the town square darling, I just won’t…

Great walk around Montsalvat - in the rain - f...

It's all about being served hot chocolate in bed, let me tell ya...

Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. That’s why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don’t risk anything, you risk even more. – Erica Jong I also think that’s the reason love fades…because after the honeymoon we stop fighting for it. We take it for granted. We don’t water the flowers anymore, we just expect them to bloom, when really we need to water them for that to happen. Every single day of our lives we need to water our loved ones with love. With the things that make them feel loved.

People seem to get married thinking that what is now will be forever. Yet, they read the news. They know that people can lose their arms, crash cars, burn houses down by mistake…and when someone does so in their own life, they blame them. They didn’t enter into the relationship thinking they were going to be with someone who is no longer capable of moving their legs, or paying for their multi-million dollar homes, someone who will have a miscarriage, or lose their face in public. Shit happens. That’s life. And when we are in it together, we have to deal with it together, supporting ourselves and each other with love.

I don’t know, it’s just sad to see so many relationships crash even though two people love each other, they just simply forgot to make the relationship magical. I mean who doesn’t swoon hearing that some guy who has been married for twenty years still gives his Missus breakfast in bed ever so often, or sneak naughty messages into her handbag before she leaves for work, or gives her flowers, or sit talking to her for hours about life, or brings home chocolate chip cookies after work, or pours her a bath and makes her a cup of tea when she’s tired, or holds her hand in public, or steals her away for the weekend? It’s other small things as well: when you live together you have to be tolerant to each other’s wishes, habits and flaws. You have to make the household work in a way which make both parties happy.

I think a relationship can be pretty seamless if you have a very open communication (fueled by love and understanding, not blame and neediness) and you fight for it. And that’s a nice fight. A pleasurable fight. It’s doing something for someone you love, using your own creativity and imagination to make it happen (but of course set your limits to striptease in the town square. if that’s what it takes, you may be better off with the gardener. Just saying…). It’s when you stop fighting for the relationship that the real fights begin.

As a friend of mine said: you can just play with it. First you play dating. Then you play relationship. Then you play moving in together…then you keep playing. Who doesn’t love to play??? To have fun, to create magic and laughter?? …and maybe some naughtiness too??…

I never before spoke about The Five Love Languages by Gary Chapman, The Mastery Of Love by Don Miguel Ruiz, or The Way Of The Superior Man (and a bunch of other books) by David Deida, did I? Nah…didn’t think so. Just Google it…if curiosity tickles you that is…

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Beautiful you…

I love flowers

Dare to stick your neck out...into the flower field...

Knock, knock, who’s in there? Will you come out? Will you show me the beautiful you? Will you share your love and laughter with the world today? Hiding in the shadows doesn’t bring much light to your eyes. Walking in the sunshine makes your skin sparkle and your eyes twinkle with delight.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve been a master at hiding. Since age nine, or so, I remember walking in roundabout ways to avoid people I thought would rather not see me. I remember locking myself into my room to avoid my step family. I remember looking down when a cute guy passed my path in fear of rejection. I remember feeling like a burden; an unwanted piece of something, that was better off hiding so as not to disturb others.

To this day I sometimes still retract; hide in a corner. Frightened that my company is unwanted; a burden on someone else. I don’t dare to open up and show the beauty that is me. I don’t dare to give.

If you aren’t sharing the light that is truly you. If you aren’t showing off your talents, your smile, your gorgeous, gorgeous laughter, you are doing the world, not to mention yourself, a disfavor.

The world is not here to judge you – the world is here to love you.  The world is not here to put you down – the world is here to enjoy you. The world is not here to punch you in the face – the world is here to fall in love with you. You see though, the tricky thing is for the world to enjoy you, they have to see you. For the world to receive your gifts, you have to give them. For the world to laugh at your jokes, you have to tell them. For the world to hear your stories, you have to share them. For the world to fall in love with you, you have to fall in love with the world.

And if you want for someone else to open, you have to love them open. Like a flower opens to the sun, humans open to love. That doesn’t mean there can’t be boundaries and discipline and telling someone right from wrong, that too is love, but without love all is empty. Without love we all close up. And so, you also have to love yourself open, so that you can see the beautiful you. So that the world gets a chance to enjoy you and you get a chance to enjoy the world.

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