I am an ever-changing ameba of creative thought that transcends any specific genre. My writing is spiritual in nature, but I tend to traverse my way through many realms: like fantasy, fiction, non-ficiton, experiential and erotica.
The Beginning of an End
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The road was covered with ice and I could feel our tires skid out as we rounded the corner of each switchback. I think Sam could see a bit of anxiety and nervousness on my face.
Before the Breathwork - Saturday The voices in my head are back. I’m aware that they are not real, but it doesn’t make what they say any less impactful. They claw at my head, at my mind, desperately reaching to drag me into the shadows, into the darkness, and leave me feeling alone, nothing, empty.
The last few days, for lack of a better term, have been a trip. After my very contemplative counseling session Thursday, I raced home to begin Sholder training. For those of you who don’t know, The Sholder Foundation is a transpersonal communication peer counseling app that offers a shoulder to those suffering with immediate mental health challenges. I had signed up to become a Sholder and what I hadn’t realized is that this workshop would ultimately change my perception of my own trauma, and in essence, my world view.
He told me to breathe through my sacram, the part of the body that connects the tail bone to the lower spine, hips and pelvis. As I obeyed his command, I was instantly turned on. I could feel the eroticism writhing in my body from my pelvis all the way up my spine and into my skull.