







Being a woman means changing with the moon, the tides, m e n s t r u a t i o n, and the seasons. I’ve been noticing the way my bodily needs change with the seasons and the weather even more intensely than ever befor. In hot, humid weather my divine slut comes out to play. I’m open wide, moving, and ready to be penetrated 3 times a day. As fall moves closer to winter and the weather gets colder, I feel just the opposite. I don’t desire penetration as much. Gentle touches, kisses, and back rubs are what I’m craving. I feel like a small c h i l d, ready to curl back up into the womb. We must honor the present moment in whatever way it presents itself, submit to it with full trust, which can sometimes be so difficult. But eventually it proves itself to be fruitful. The nature of the feminine, the nature of life.