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The Great Madness

As we breach and bow to the flow of life’s tumultuous, awe inspiring tides of transformation; it seems there is an unseen force of fire turning up the voltage on our pilgrimage for change. Like the lotus, we are born from the mud of our earth, the density of our world and in natural impulse, we strive towards the light. We are rooted in the dark, yet it is in the middle, the watery emotions we inhabit in our daily existence that bridges the unyielding pull between those two places. When we think of darkness, often we traverse the landscapes of potential threats and fears; yet the truth of all dark places is not the peril but the potential.  Darkness is the hearth...

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My most unloved places.

  When I was younger and my sexual energy was blooming, I hated my vagina. I thought it was ugly, asymmetrical and strange; it wasn’t neat and all tucked in as I thought it should be. Labiaplasty, as I had googled it, is the reducing of the labia, the skin that makes up the appearance of the vagina. Obviously, what I discovered in this pursuit is the incredibly diverse appearance of the vagina.  It seemed that a google education should have made me feel more normal, as I discovered that normal didn't in fact exist. Instead it cemented in me, the decision that I needed to be this idea of normal I had absorbed from societies toxic thought forms, fed...

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The Art of Bathing

An Aquatic Immersive Prayer To The Body Warm water. A vessel. Time.  For some, bathing is a basic necessity, part of an amenity. To others, a luxury. For all, an archaic way of saluting hygiene through a potentially sacred practicality. For me, a pleasure, a central nervous system survival mechanism, and discipline of self love.    Last year, when looking for a new place of residence, I had two non-negotiables; a bathtub and limited to no road noise.  I guess both of these elements are synonymous to my now ritualised practice of bathing. For over fifteen years, I have revelled and turned this hygienic necessity into an art, a ritualised practice. Thats the thing with ritual… It doesn’t have to...

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The Blood Mysteries

Bleeding, is our Rite. "The word ‘ritual’ comes from ‘rtu,’ sanskrit for menses. The earliest rituals were connected to the woman’s monthly bleeding. The blood from the womb that nourished the unborn child was believed to have mana, magical power. Women’s periodic bleeding was a cosmic event, like the cycles of the moon and the waxing and waning of the tides. We have forgotten that women were the conduit to the sacred mystery of life and death." — Elinor Gadon    Women undergo an initiation in their first blood rites. Whether embraced, celebrated in ritual or not; it is a rite of passage. However she was received by herself, her family and by her community was the initiation. The imprint...

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Women Rising

  Beauty does not linger, it only visits.Yet beauty's visitation affects us and invites us into its rhythm,it calls us to feel, think, and act beautifully in the world:to create and live a life that awakens the Beautiful. Beauty is a gentle but urgent call to awaken. John O'Donohue     ----------------------------------------------------------  Photography by Lily, Artemis Rising Videography by Henriette Blecher Styled with Hemp Temple, Hara The Label bamboo intimates & Ochre Ceramics Earrings  

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