I still don't understand how sexual energy works-- to give to feel to channel to ankh to surrender to embrace... They are all simply movements to me that I try to wrap my conscious around doing. Yet dancing I understand-- not movements, surrenders.
Through my wine haze, I could not help but laugh. Not at her, she is a student as are we all and she shall learn as will we all. I could not help but laugh at another one of life's little ironies, showing up in my living room with a few good friends, a pile of good food, and a little bit of wine; dimly lit by a vase full of Christmas lights, yet on fire with the ever present love of the universe.