Creation is a Sex Act

Creation is a Sex Act

Creating is a sexual act. I mean, no matter what we’re creating, it begins with the injection of a great a-ha from the big daddy – from inspiration itself.  “This idea just came into me!”  The best ideas seem as if they’ve arrived from the ethers,...
When Dad Thought I was Nuts

When Dad Thought I was Nuts

I was taking a walk with my dad, and when he said it, I remember my belly swam with creepy tingles. It was a super strange sensation.  And I don’t know how else to describe it. It was one of those moments where you think “Could this really be happening to me? Is...
Marketing the Divine Feminine

Marketing the Divine Feminine

Deep Feminine Power. Connection.  Meaning.  Sensuality. Healing. Holding. Sacred circle. These are not likely the first things you think about when you think about “marketing.” Yet that’s what we need more of in the world, right now.  Don’t we? And if you’re a...
“Choke back those tears,” she said.

“Choke back those tears,” she said.

I was seven years old, and I’d been drawing a beautiful mural on the wall of my bedroom. With crayon. I was ecstatic with my work of art. As a child who was always supported to be artistic, it didn’t occur to me that my mom would not want my crayon masterpiece all...