A moment and then another

couldn’t have it any other way
even when it hurts

i need it real

Innerbloom

Bloom, Girl

Bleed in colour

I want to rest

I want to read

I want to stare out the window

And I want to feel the ocean

When the pursuit of growth, achievement and courage are not intrinsically calibrated, where the rhetoric of failing systems holds out false promises, and do not align with health and balance.

It’s time to let go and trust in intuition.

To distinguish between the language of social expectations and what truly has your best interests at heart.

Let go. Stop fighting. It’s not worth it.

You’re gonna be okay, kid.

Just let it happen.

Even when the weight of responsibility bears down and taunts you with wicked words.

You’re gonna be okay, kid.

You are loved. You deserve peace.

Just let go.

Listen. Listen to the right ones.

He leads not with conventional commands and correction, not with authority and righteousness, but with grace, respect and dignity.

He simply inspires me.

Consistently meeting me where I am at, he gently whispers words of wisdom, words of attentiveness, and lights me up with careful crafting.

Secure in his creation and my devotion, his pleasure in my sensuality and desirability pervade.

He is holy, so I place him on a pedestal and kneel beneath, gazing in wonder, bemused that he exists, bemused by the beauty of creation, in awe of what I cannot conceive but am privileged to encounter.

Naturally, I am drawn to his magnetism, his quiet power, his knowing.

I can do nothing but follow with heart, with a deep yearning to be worthy of his attention, presence and pride.

He is the reminder that I am worthy, full of beauty and love to dote.

And with such a gift, such blessings, duty that is bound by soul - destined and archaic. Alchemy.

And I just hung out my washing…

Out of my control. Guess, I will just roll with it 💦🦦

Musings inspired by the first episode of this year’s The Minefield podcast series for Ramadan. Listening to this series every year since 2020 has nourished my mind and soul.

The heart.

I didn’t consider it much before. I was fascinated by all sorts of states, sensations, concepts and ways of being. Brains, and wiring, and the gut, and connections, and energy, and the soul.

But I never contemplated the heart, not as the centre, the core, the nucleus of the body and spirit.

The heart is a vessel. The body’s expression of the soul; it speaks for the soul, and when cultivated - tended to - it’s a conduit to the world and to the divine.

The heart - the circular-sensory system, the sensory experience before thought. The voice of the soul.

The beating of the heart is the rhythm of shared life. These pulsing sound waves forge visible and invisible landscapes.

The heart is a muscle, and in good metaphor form, it requires conditioning. In loving and learning, humility and grace, in being torn down and cultivated again with more beauty and strength.

The process of opening one’s heart and the practice of keeping those pathways open is the art of a lifetime.

The divine - the ocean, the deep pool, the river beneath the river - where intuition mingles with the ancient laws, is carried by the soul to its vessel in the body: the heart. The heart carries intention and desire as it beats, sending sounds and vibrations out into the atmosphere. It carries knowing from the deep.

So when it is said, ‘listen to your heart’, it takes a particular kind of practice, the practice of listening, positioning yourself to hear, not for understanding, but for feeling, for knowing, which is often lost in the cacophony of noise.

To keep an open heart is to be wired to the world; it is the practice of listening and speaking from the soul.

One of my faves and so timely…

"Don't touch it, Kitten!"

Standing naked in the kitchen with her head jammed inside the fridge, she imagined how her ass looked from the front door. Her pussy, swollen with aching need, cursed her stupid, arrogant ways and decided that this bitch was going to pay.

The head in the fridge spoke back, “I was just making a point; I didn’t think he would ban our play for that excruciating length of time.” With these words, frustrated disappointment echoed from white plastic and rested in her ear. The desire to touch herself became painfully unbearable. She summoned the last of her reserves to focus on the cool air touching her face rather than the fire burning in the lower half of her body. Still the flashes of her ass and pussy getting ravaged persist.

She attempts conversing with her pussy once again, only to be ignored, “I cannot take this anymore. I need to tie my hands or I really will be sorry, and not the good kind of sorry.” Her voice wavered from the teasing melody it usually carried – she really was desperate.

It was a nice idea but she was frozen, immobile with the fear of desperation. For she immediately thought of going straight to the chair and sitting on her two favourite dildos. The fire inside was raging and at least the fridge was keeping it at bay. It must be so late, she thought, and wondered when he was going to return and alleviate this burning desire so carefully engineered.

Frozen in carnal indecision, it was now a matter of life or death.

Her cunt needed to be fed.

It was just like him to walk in at that moment. Of course, he stopped and breathed this fine moment deeply in. This was not going to be easy for her. She needed to think carefully to get what she wanted – needed.

He feigned pity as he watched her writhe with unrelenting lust, carnal desperation to have him take her and relieve her of this base need. She knew he would not be so easily tempted. He knew she held many reserves of determined grit. They both knew she led him willingly to her chosen demise. She had taken her punishment with grace unsurpassed; he was alive with pride. But he could never have even conceived such an engaging and perfect finale!

His blood boiled with the sight, smell and heat in the air; he struggled to control those urges of frantic hunger.

“Please Sir,” she said meekly. “Please, I need you to make me cum.”

“In time kitten,” he said with the air of patient, unconcerned composure. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you suck my cock, then we’ll see.”

She breathed out with a forced sigh as she held back the rage inside her.

My Heart. My Salvation. My Bliss ✨

Luckiest 🌻

So much longing 

Just to be

Take a moment

Instead of frustration and self-pity, enjoy the

Forever yearning

Remember, grace is a state of mind embodied

So beautifully dynamic, soft and subtle, wild and free, so careless and so controlled.

utterly feminine, giving way to abandonment and sensation, safe in submission amidst animal chaos. Mesmerised and mesmerising. In ecstasy.

Built this Babylon city. A kaleidoscope. I’ll take this moment and add it to the collection - another soul song to sing.

And now, to shift, back to duty, with my secret superpower stored safely.

ssshh 🤫✨