Yes, I’m calling this my home. The same way I call my body mine, even knowing that it’s not, really. It’s just a gift I’m borrowing from the earth. I’ll have to say goodbye. Tears squeeze my throat because I... Read More

Her bliss makes everything very supple, soft, smooth. The dakinis in the holy Temple of my body, they can do that. But right now, all my winds and channels are knotted up, in bad shape. And I’m always rushing up... Read More