Desire rarely arrives quietly. It doesn’t knock. It enters with charm, urgency, and just enough plausibility to masquerade as intuition. We don’t simply fall into it; often, we lean toward it, arms open, because some part of us wants to feel shaken awake. People like to call this self-sabotage, as if it were accidental. But much of the time, it isn’t. It’s patterned. Rehearsed. We return to the same fires not because we don’t know better, but because knowing better has never been the same...

For a long time, I endeavoured to practice polarity. I am inherently feminine and prefer that expression most of the time; however, I am able to move fluidly between both expressions. I am highly adept in leadership, discernment, and agency. I studied Tantra, Polarity and even taught and hosted retreats covering the topic for a decade, but I always felt a part of me was not welcome in the polarity dynamic. In my heterosexual relationships, I earnestly practiced being “in my feminine.” I...

A selection from John Henry Fuseli's The Nightmare , 1781 When was the last time you felt completely undone? Not slightly emotional, not mildly overwhelmed, but honestly, fully, wildly human? So many of us spend our lives trying to hold it together. We work hard to stay composed, appropriate, reasonable, and “in control.” But what if the parts of us that feel chaotic, big, expressive, or emotional aren’t problems to fix… but something sacred we’ve forgotten how to honour? The Troubled History...