Moving bunniesThere I was, standing at the foot of my unmade bed on a hot August Nevada day, barely covered in lace and roses bra and panties, short skirt and cami, with my three moving men humbly asking, “Is there anything else we can do for you, Ma’am?”

Soft eyes matched hard muscle. I trembled and nearly fainted as shockingly erotic movies immediately played across my mind. “Do for me? Well, yes, now that you mention it… see that dresser over there? It needs to go on that wall rather than this one.” Oh, Goddess help me, I could just lay back on the damn dresser… the bed is too obvious, isn’t it?

I loved these guys. I loved how they effortlessly hauled, dollied and carried thousands of pounds… tons actually, of my stuff the previous day… a move down three flights of stone steps from my Lake Tahoe home that took eight hours before they showed up in two huge vans at my new house in Genoa—Nevada’s oldest town in which Nevada’s oldest Thirst Parlor is the number one tourist attraction. In that one long day we bonded in partnership-of-the-impossible. No time for lunch… no time for dinner… just finish the job and head home with empty vans.

Back to these three men at the foot of my bed… or perhaps I should say to the movies in my head that weakened the very fabric of my seventy years of evolution into a Conscious Lover. For every woman my age I want to assure you we are still capable of prolonged fantasies of sex with young bucks who make a living on their testosterone. I was wet with desire, yet my ‘nice girl’ would have no part of their offer.

“Oh, no thanks,” I squeaked in near-breathless observation of my promiscuous thoughts. They were, after all, the Moving Men. As they followed me back down the carpeted stairs, we hugged good-bye, lingering in the embraces that were filled with the promise of tender passion.

Often unrequited love is the only option. The whole scene was reminiscent of youthful times gone by when I would have jumped their bones—or is that boners? It was a warm reminder of my ALIVE female animal who lives in the deepest recesses of my goddess lover-woman.

Could it be that the Wild West of Northern Nevada has woken up Belle Starr… Divine Madame of the Thirst Parlor and Pleasure Professional? What do you think? Please share in the comments section below.

Your divine side-kick and friend,

Caroline

Yoga teacherAs the wave of consciousness washes over us, people worldwide are finding my private 3-day Immersions as well as the workshops, the webinars, the teachers, the books, and the trainings that fulfill their inquiry about sexual awakening, sexual healing, Tantra, and the divine feminine. My email inbox reveals daily surprises from friends whom I have yet to meet…. students whom I have yet to teach. My enthusiasm continues to escalate as my energy is fueled by these inquiries.

So what does this all mean? As a culture, we are expanding and awakening to more of our potential. This excites me, as I love my unknown potential also. Though daily life still has demands that are filled with details, I look upward toward the greater Yoniverse for guidance, understanding, and my role in the unfolding of a life meant for living.

Is your role in this expansive weaving clear to you? The women and men who practice loving themselves as an art form are the ones who appear to live more and more in alignment with the wave… of joy, fulfillment, and purpose. Loving yourself is not narcissism, but a positive statement that you are special and worthwhile. Many say it is easier to love others than to love oneself. We have been taught that “selfish” is self-centered and therefore not in alignment with the outdated rule that “it is better to give than to receive.”

Balance is the reward when that which goes out also returns; and when that which returns goes out again, just as the waves roll in and back out as I gaze at the shore of the great Sea. It is with sincere gratitude that I write you from my own Source after you have endured so many emails this year announcing this or that telesummit or retreat. Thank you for staying with me as I experimented with being part of so many community events this year!

I will be moving soon to another wonderful house in Genoa, Nevada, the oldest settlement in the state of Nevada, only 25 minutes from Lake Tahoe. For the next few weeks, I will be swamped in boxes and bubble wrap, remembering to read my writings about taking care of myself. My hair appointment is made and my massage appointment is on the calendar, so please stay tuned to how well I love myself during a time of stress!

May the rest of your summer wash you in warmth and play.

I always love hearing from you in the comments!

In gratitude,

Caroline

Feu d'artifice coeur et refletsI recently had the privilege of teaching a class to 130 students at the One Taste organization in San Francisco. Their primary practice is called “OM” (as in Orgasmic Meditation), or Slow Sex as I understand it from their material. Those who OM love it as a path and a practice just as those who practice Tantra love Tantra as their path and practice.

I had the opportunity to experience an entry-level OM in the form of 15 minute receiving session from a perfect stranger who was recommended by a friend. I felt relaxed and safe, and what I received was a very honorable and delicately offered massage to the upper left quadrant of my clitoris after the hood had been softly rolled back.

This being my first OM, obviously I was a novice. I was instructed to simply lay back, close my eyes, and allow something or nothing to happen. I was not to reach out and touch the man who gave to me, or to try to become aroused… or not. He told me after looking at his watch when the 13-minute mark had been reached, and that we had 2 more minutes before completion of the session. That was the extent of our conversation. I felt open, relaxed, and rested as he wiped the lube from my yoni. I put my panties and skirt back on as he straightened up the sheet and folded the towel, putting his things away in his pack. We embraced and I walked him to the front door and we said farewell… “It was lovely to meet you!”

Astonished? I was! I am told this is such a popular practice that  thousands of people are “OMing.” At lunch hour, before dinner, or anytime one can arrange for a 15 minute OMing session. The rules of OMing are that the man must travel to the woman’s address, he must not charge her for his time, and he must ideally enjoy and receive as much as she does.

I welcomed the opportunity to share my mastery of Sacred Spot Massage and Sexual Awakening and Healing (AH) to the One Taste Orgasmic Mastery students. What I noticed among some of the students at One Taste was that they have their One God (OMing) and were not so open to my offering of sacred spot massage practice with its requirements of eyes open, making sounds, and deep breathing; or to learning the healing modalities of internal massage for both men and women as a Tantric practice. Many others waited in line to thank me as we ended the class, tears obviously streaming down the cheeks of grateful students.

I love the opportunity to weave knowledge and share it with eager minds and hearts. As I walked away feeling an uneasy sensation in my belly, I began to look back in history at the never-ending religious wars–the “my God is better than your God” way of reaching for the same Light. In this case, a similar desire for pleasure and awakening.

I am aware that Tantra is tribal. Tantra is a Yoga that is several thousand years old, a study and practice that has surfaced in modern times as a result of the sexual revolution of the 1960’s.  It is a guide for lovers of love. It has many tastes and many gods (as the Hindu pantheon has many gods and goddesses). And yet, I admit to how simple those 15 minutes were, alone with a stranger I chose to trust with a very intimate part of me. Is it only in America that we are too busy to make love an art form?

I wonder… and I love you!

Please let me know your thoughts in the comments section below.

Caroline

Sensual/Sexual Meditation Practice

One only reaches a state of meditation for brief periods, if at all, as the mind will want you to notice that you aren’t thinking and then alas, now you are thinking again! But practice makes perfect. Meditation is an inner seeing and sex is enhanced by intimacy (in-to-me-see). Tantric sex includes meditating with the beloved knowing that the act of sex brings you closer to the God or divine in one another. On the other hand, casual sex is simply a meditation on the genitals, with orgasm as the goal, aka “Fast-food Sex.”

I recommend beginning with a solo practice, whether you are in a relationship or not. Once you have created luscious habit of self loving sensual/sexual meditation, you’ll have much more juice to bring to your relationship!

How do you make time for sexual meditation and/or pleasure? Put it on your calendar, your iPhone, your computer with regular alerts! Create a daily 5-10 minute practice during the week and a 1/2 hour practice on the weekend.

Set the stage: create or weave a special cocoon with your vivid imagination. If at all possible, a candle-lit bath or ‘pleasure nest’ just for YOU with your favorite music, scent, lighting, fabrics, mirrors, art. Look at yourself in a mirror while you relax and SEE the transformation of the busy you into the pleasure

goddess that you are. Anoint yourself with oil… massage your own breasts (not just your nipples) but give yourself a sensual breast massage just for the pure “health” of it. Massage your inner thighs and especially any area (belly?) that you think is too fat, or too flat, or too something. If you don’t love yourself, who will? YOU are your own most intimate partner. Practice loving yourself and your self will love you better!!

Bringing Sensual/Sexual Meditation to a Partnership

During sex, meditate on your partner (what! look at them? Yes!) Eyes-open enhances intimacy. Let your eyes say what your words want to say (slower darling or take me, beloved or you’re mine, sweetheart or I adore you, honey. Your eyes are powerful tools to enhance sexual pleasure. Capture your mind and make it work for you!

If eyes are closed during sex, meditate on your own breath. Meditate on the scent of your partner. If his or her eyes are closed, open yours! Surprise them by being present even if they seem to be in their own world, the world of pleasure! Use your inner vision to follow your breath… up the spine and down again.

Or, use your internal vision to feel your breath coming into your nostrils… and out again… in an endless wave of coming in and going out. Like the lapping of the sea upon the shore, it relaxes the brain from all its busyness and turmoil.

Feminine Libido Enhancer

While sitting at your desk or meditating on your mat, spend 5-10 minutes meditating on internal muscle exercises as outlined below. These are not kegels, but secrets from the ancient Eastern practices of Tantra and Taoism. Ask your brain to follow your breath and the parts of your body that you are feeling. Take a break from working while at your desk even if your eyes are open… you can use internal gazing or no focus with eyes open.

This practice brings more blood flow to your sexual center, arousing your life force, and distributing it upward with breath toward your brain. It also prepares your sexual organs inside and out to engorge, wake up, and feel their aliveness

1. INHALE deeply and hold breath.

2. While holding, SQUEEZE your internal muscles … tighter… tighter… tighter.

3. EXHALE and relax these muscles completely … until you feel a pool of energy beneath you.

REPEAT 2 more times… squeezing as you hold the breath… relaxing as you exhale.

4. Now inhale deeply, hold breath while pulsing the muscles (squeeze-relax-squeeze-relax-squeeze-relax).

5. EXHALE slowly while relaxing your muscles. When all the breath is out, begin your next sequence.

6. INHALE slowly and  pulse (squeeze-relax-squeeze-relax-squeeze-relax)

7. EXHALE deeply while relaxing all tension in the muscles

REPEAT 2 more times and let go of all technique

8. MEDITATE on the energy you have cultivated that you are now “sitting on!”

While meditating on the energy, a woman might repeat to herself:

I am a goddess of pleasure

All acts of love are my rituals

I live in a perpetual state of orgasmic bliss

This is my birthright

Meditating your way to Bigger Orgasmic Pleasure
during Clitoral Orgasm

Meditate on breathing into and from your aroused clitoris. Use your inner imagery to imagine it growing taller than Empire State Building! If with a partner, imagine it growing through the upper palate of your partner’s mouth and into his brain (now you are penetrating his brain into a heightened state of consciousness!).

Rather than tightening your legs and shortening your breath, relax your pelvis, deepen your breathing while sounding Ahhhhhh on the exhale. LOUDER… LOUDER (into a pillow if need be, but LOUDER!)

State clearly… I’M COMING!! After exhaling fully, take in another deep breath, sipping your pleasure as if through a straw right up into your brain. See it lighting up like Fifth Avenue at Christmas.

Let me know how you like these techniques by commenting below.

Perrault_Leon_Jean_Basile_Venus_A_La_Colombe Within your own imagination is your potential to merge with HER… or rather YOU… your Divine Goddess… your True Nature. SHE is the inner reflection of you divinely feminine soul.

She is known as “Lady in Red”… or “My Queen”… or “My Lady,” because you bow to her as your way-shower and your guide.  She’s however spritely or divinely you envision HER.

SHE is your best girlfriend… your closest confidant… your observer and your advisor.  She sits on your shoulder or she resides in the temple of your own heart… or both.

Our Divine Femininity is our planet’s savior! Is she Magdalene? The child of Magdalene and Jesus is love itself!

If you choose to marry your soul, you must find the Vows that enable you to speak ‘Goddess,’ not English.

You may choose to use my own Vows in Sacred Marriage to my Soul to guide you:

I VOW THAT … It is time… it’s time… to listen to you, Beloved.

It is time… it’s time… to follow the truth as you speak it to me.

It is time… to Embody the Feminine divine… as me!

It is time… to follow faithfully YOU, my Lady, who dwells as my soul.

It is time… to follow my commitment to dance with your flames, however hot they may be.

I am bathed in your love… I am warm and safe and protected.

I vow to risk ALL in service to you, holy Magdalene of all that you can be.

And then SHE whispers to me from my deepest yoni soul’s voice:

“TEACH AS ME… your feminine soul.
I lick you into full awareness.
My tongue drips nectar upon your lips.
Touch tongues with me and 
ignite the glory of Goddess Divine.
Translate the feminine divine soul
for your friends, family and students

Practice the howl of Ahhhhhhhh!!!
… igniting the sleeping soul of every woman’s wisdom.

SUCK my truth between pursed lips.
DRINK my sweet milk into every cell of your being.

YOU are wet with my love… my never-ending devotion

KNOW THAT I AM YOURS”

 

Moonscape_scenic_landscapeI hereby declare these vows through the light of the Full Moon, in whom dwells Mother Goddess who will never desert me.

Yours in eternal devotion…  

Glammie of the Tribe

Caroline Muir

Queen of All Things

 

 

Queen for a Day

by Caroline Muir

Click… click… click-click-click… the high speed Nikon seemed to have a mind of its own. The woman behind the power has her own power… and a pretty big mind of her own!Wine and smile crop

“Time for new photos,” says I. What to wear? How’s my hair? You don’t know who I am in my new decade, the 8th one when you get past 70. “Wendy,” I request, “capture me in my ecstasy… as I am. Blow my mind right off… surprise the me who tries to stay in control… shove me outside my limits and dare me to let go for the camera. No posed studio portraits, please.”

And so we did… in San Francisco, Golden Gate Park, The DeYoung Museum, the Botanical Gardens… a perfect day. As if I were carried by rickshaw through the gardens of Heaven, the photographer and our make-up artiste escorted me into the unknown. I surrendered… fully… and that is why it worked… in a very orgasmic and organic sort of way.

Glammie hands on legs cropI wish I could do this more often. My confrontation with my aging vanished with each “click” of the Nikon. Believing that I was being seen by the “Beholder” and not by the lame and shallow critic in me was a healing of the highest magnitude. WOMAN (and I am one) spends way too much time confined within the walls of self-doubt. My career as an author and an educator of the Tantric Arts has opened the door of that room and invited me to soar. And that includes my willingness to surrender to the huge power that is WOMAN… in her sexual/sensual in-to-me-see for the world to witness.

White hands on heart crop resizeWhen one of my dearest girlfriends suggested doing this photo-shoot herself to capture her unique ‘brand’ as a psychotherapist, the aperture in me clicked “Yes”!  I treasure how women are my guides into bigger and bigger places within myself, just as I treasure how the men in my life have urged me over and over into bigger adventure, something I have always craved. Show me! is the mantra for people from Missouri where I grew up.

I have been playing out Queen for a Day all of my life. Now my passion and purpose is Embody Your Ecstasy® as the Divine Feminine Awakens through my offerings. Join me!

Please share your comments below.

All my love… always, Queen for a Day

 

by Caroline Muir “Someday, after mastering the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity, we shall harness for God the energies of love, and then, for a second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.”

Fire heartPriest and philosopher Pierre Teilhard de Chardin was on to something. If his words seem startling, it’s because we don’t usually think of love as a force of nature. But indeed it is! Love is one of the most powerful forces in the world. Some mystics say there are only two forces at work: love and fear… light and dark… the beginning and the end.

Sex is an expression of love, as taught historically in ancient India by the Tantric cultures. Yet, it must be sex practiced as an art form, as an offering to the Divine; as a yoga where union of male and female energies are expressed in human form, integrated  with the holy and the sacred. Passion is our birthright while pleasure is a close companion of passion. What inhibits some is the fear of the power of passion. There is passion in sex, just as there is passion for life, for success, for money, for our children… for everything that sings of aliveness.

Blue hands out sun ray tight crop resizeEverywhere I go, people notice something unique about me. I can finally admit this, having turned away many times from their recognition. Owning who I am… owning who you are… is Grace. It is a message to creation that you are paying attention. Vitality is a sister to aliveness. How do you rate your vitality? Does it accompany you throughout your day? What do you do about your vitality when it wanes? Rest? Push through? Drink more coffee?

In fact, much of your vitality is fueled by your sexual energy. That does not mean you need to have sex in order to be vital. In fact, sex often robs us of vitality if sex is something that is endured or done for the benefit of someone else. Education and rewiring of our thought forms about sex and sexual energy is essential in order to tap into the vitality and aliveness that sexual loving can offer.

Need a boost in your vitality, your aliveness, your passion? Bali is calling you! Come ride the biggest wave in history with me and bring your enchanted surfboards and magic carpets! Gals, we are rewriting Herstory with our persuasion and power to love with abandon. Wo[Man] creates Fire for the second time in history!

By Caroline Muir

India TantraIncense fills the air in my home as I await the new clients coming in an hour. The curt and brief email indicated ‘my husband and me’ would like to see you. Arrangements were made and the time was set for Saturday morning.

I gazed at two faces I had never seen, but whose names I had become familiar with through emails and the phone calls that Shanti and I exchanged, discussing the details of their visit. She has been with her husband (the marriage arranged in India) for 22 years, and their two teen-age children asked curiously, “Where are you going, Mama?”

The faces gazing at me as I opened the front door were classic to the Indian culture… big almond eyes, beautiful smiles, small stature, well dressed, eager and open. I welcomed them into my office, where we sat on fuchsia silk cushions to discuss the upcoming session, bowing easily in Namaste, as is their custom (and mine also, by the way).

Shanti expressed in her lovely, accented voice that she has always ‘known’ about Tantra Yoga, but never felt she had found the right teacher … not in her native India, nor in the U.S. where they had lived for thirty years.

“I have combed the internet looking for Tantra teachers, but when I Googled and found Divine Feminine Awakening, Caroline, I knew immediately that my teacher would be you.” It always amazes me how women, especially, know from their feeling-place what or who is next. Her search was for an initiation into and with Divine Mother, and I was close enough to her vision that she chose me to bring this union to her.

Shanti has never been with anyone except for her family and her husband, a gentle, intelligent and lovely man. He stood close by her as I left the room for her to undress and put on one of my silk ceremonial robes.  When I returned she was under the sheets on my warm and cozy massage table. All I could see were huge deep eyes, full beautiful lips, and a head flowing with dark silky hair. Her eyes looked up at me in anticipation of this … her long-awaited Initiation into the sisterhood of the divine feminine.

I gazed long and easily with Shanti, my hands softly resting on her heart and belly through the covers that protected her privacy. I moved my upper hand to her brow center, and guided her into her breath, her chakra centers, the sounds of OM and AH, all familiar to her from the Indian culture. Her beloved stood respectfully apart, yet near.  Instinct told me to explain that I would now join her on the table and drape her legs over my lap so that my hands could contact her pubic mound and her heart. She trembled slightly, though her eyes told me she was ready to step through her fear and into the enlightened space of having arrived at her desired destination.

In the fullness of time and with her permission, I slowly entered her and rested my fingers softly onto her sacred spot. Almost immediately she went into process as her lovely face drew up into the pre-tears that would soon fall from her eyes. Many moments passed as she recalled, felt, and accessed what she had longed for her whole life. She wailed “my sisters in India all need this so badly … they are all subservient and afraid to stand tall in their power.”

“Blessings to you Shanti and to all of your sisters in India. The old ways are dying and the power of your passion is here to stay!” I exclaimed.  She nodded but could not speak, and through our gaze I felt the transmission to all women who have been kept small because their culture said “This is how it is!”

I gazed over at her beloved, and his teary eyes gazed back at me as he nodded his support for his wife. We later moved back to sit again on our silk cushions and joined hands. Silence is natural to those who meditate and we lowered our eyes for a long period of integration.

As we bowed in Namaste, Shanti asked if they could stop by on Sunday before driving home so that “…you would please bless our children, Caroline.” “Of course, Shanti, that would be my pleasure”… and it surely was.

Reflecting on the session in the altered state that followed, I realized that the magic of this experience was that a blue-eyed Kansas girl was the messenger of the essence of Tantra Yoga to these beautiful Indian people, a gift to so many of us from their culture.

Om Shanti… Shanti… Shanti…

I welcome your comments below … how do you feel after reading this true story?

By Caroline Muir

broken glassThe Divine works in ways I will never understand, but the following true account made me a believer forevermore.

The plush carpeting in my home stopped at the entry to the dining room where the floor had been redone and covered with cream marble tiles that my friends acquired in a “great deal” and shipped to Maui from Bali. It created a kitchen and dining room floor one could nearly see herself in as the stone was polished to a clear shine.

During an event in my home, the forty-two inch round glass coffee table was moved out of the living room and placed safely between the dining table and the sliding glass doors that had a great view of the Pacific Ocean.

The carved wooden sea horses that supported the glass top were perched in their familiar grouping along with couches and chairs that lined the perimeter of the grand living room, minus their glass top.

After the event ended, my friends offered to move the furniture back and I tiredly commented, “Let’s do it in the morning!” Off they went in the tropical night air while I felt the delicious emptiness of the house once the thirty-eight guests happily strolled or drove home from the lovely Puja ceremony. Slipping into a soft cotton night-gown, I strolled through the dining room to close the sliding glass doors from the ever-present trade winds, feeling the cool marble under foot. Somehow, I lost my balance and fell backwards, unable to stop my descent directly down into the center of the low glass  table.

The crash of breaking glass resounded throughout the night. I found myself tightly nestled within shards of sharply pointed glass, instantly realizing that any move on my part to escape any deep and dangerous cuts meant that I must freeze into stillness. And so I did. Gazing around at the impossible situation I found myself in, I yelled many “Help” cries into the silent night. Soon I realized that I was trapped in what appeared to be crystals of lethal beauty.

Now was the time to go deep inside. My panicked heavy breathing would do me no good. No one was near and no one would hear my cries. I closed my eyes. I spoke with God/Goddess and handed my situation over to All- That-Is. Years of meditation practice served me well, as I was able to empty my mind of the helpless fear that could have consumed me and for some moments… did.

It seemed as though I slept, so deep was my stillness. I definitely went unconscious and left my body in its trapped ocean of terminal beauty.

And then what happened, you may ask?

Perhaps a full hour passed. My next conscious moment was finding myself standing upright on the carpeted floor, a good six feet from my glass cocoon. I felt my skin, looked around at the darkened house, listened carefully for the sound of my breathing, wiggled my toes into the plush cream beneath my feet, and looked over my shoulder at where I had been in utter disbelief. At that moment, however… I believed.

A ‘miracle’ such as this humbled me to my knees. I couldn’t move once again, though now I was surrounded only by the soft night air. I decided to tuck this story deep within me so as not to deflate the feeling that a miracle of sorts had just saved my life.

Slowly, I stood upright and very deliberately walked to the other sliding glass doors, closing them against the cool nightly trades. Humbly gliding toward my bed, I slid between my sheets and lay my head upon my pillow, as if I were an angel resting from the days’ tasks, tired yet wired. I eventually drifted into slumber, knowing that I would never be quite the same again. Perhaps miracles happen every day, but this was an evening of great magnitude for me. I was saved… I was still needed… I was loved. My connection to the Divine was and always will be… a Miracle.

by Caroline Muir

There is a new paradigm growing rapidly in today’s culture based on the sexual healing work of Tantra Yoga. As a Senior Educator of Tantra Yoga, I am passionate about re-writing the old way of thinking about our bodies and how we use them in sensual/sexual union with ourselves or with another. Lack of education is still the greatest cause of unconscious sex and lack of orgasmic power.

Women in roses. Cropped image of young women covered with rose pWhere are we going in our journey from human to divine? Where is the overlap and how they can co-exist? God is in our genitals. The divine spark lives in every cell of our being… yes, even “down there!”

Do you feel separated from your soul and spirit as you seek pleasure and fulfillment? Does your sexual center ever feel cared for or safely held? Is tenderness and nurturing part of your “agenda” for the parts of your body that are primarily thought of as centers for elimination and occasionally, sex?

My vision for the enlightened culture of the future is now clearly unfolding for me and many others who study and practice the Tantric Arts… The Yoga of Love. Intimacy is the biggest missing piece for most people when they choose to “have sex.”

Pleasure is a powerful human need, and yet we often settle for just enough pleasure to give our body the message that we are still alive.

two funny robots making loveEcstatic pleasure is essential for the survival of the human race. Machines, robots, computers… they are all becoming so advanced that they will soon rival the human brain. But as many of us know, we are so much more than our brain. We are flesh and bone, fluids and feelings, emotional or static in our physical response to daily life. Aliveness fuels the brain with substances that defy science, though many try to measure and footnote how these substances add to mental and physical health and activity.

Without pleasure we may as well wear stainless steel skin. There is an intense need within the human spirit to be ALL we can be. What I have seen is that sexual healing (I also call this The Nurturing Practice of AH) is a rewiring and a remapping of the hidden, private and unrevealed message contained within the genital region. In this space where interconnectedness is incomplete, there is truly an opportunity to cultivate our birthright of wholeness.

Please join Nevada anytime for a private 3-Day Intensive where I can teach you these arts in person. I welcome your comments below!