Trust your desire.

What is your inner pace? Your rhythm? Your flow?
Do you zip around through your day, spinning way too many plates, kind of getting off on how many you can keep in the air?
I know I can do that.
We all get so many points for being busy. Or acting busy. It’s as if our value and worth are determined by the quantity of our output.
When I was a child, I know my flow was oh so very slow. I would spend afternoons examining the grass, watching the miracle of an ant crawling up the stem of a dandelion.
There was so much pleasure to be had there.
So many rich experiences.
Sun on my skin. Sounds and smells of freshly cut grass.

There is a way that time and space change when one chooses pleasure over production.

There is a way you, me, we become real to ourselves in the unfolding acres of unstructured time.
Did you know that when we multitask, it doesn’t just make us feel overwhelmed, but it is also inhibits our ability to remember the contents of our lives? We can’t recall our experiences when we multitask. We can’t perceive our own bodies.
I know you can feel it.
The rush.
The high.
The disembodied excitement.
The emptiness.
Connecting to a source that is not your own.

One of my intentions for this year is to prioritize relationships, especially the relationship I have with myself.

I am taking the mornings off my smartphone.
I want to be available to me, first, not others.
I want to feel time move slowly over my day.
I want to create a space where my body is first.
She gets to call the shots.

This morning I woke early and lit candles while making coffee and journaling.
I found an old ipod and used it for my workout. No phone attached.
Then things started to get really good.
I scooped several heaping scoops of lavender epsom salts in the tub, adjusting the water to just this side of almost too hot. Lit candles. And read some erotic poetry while soaking in the tub. I love to pamper my feet, so I took a pumice stone and rubbed any roughness away. After my bath, I took coconut oil and gently massaged it into my thighs, my butt, torso, breasts, neck, and feet.
I chose a navy blue bra and lace panties that I feel sexy in.
Slipped on my favorite jeans. Tank top. Soft sweater.
I took my time.
I chose me.

I know my power does not come from compromising my pleasure. It comes from recognition, expansion, and paying tribute to my erotic feminine nature.

I gave myself the gift of recognizing and experiencing the glorious sensual limitless creature that I am.
This ecstatic space is always there. It is a space that floats above my daily challenges but does not ignore my daily challenges. It is a space above my anger, but does not ignore my anger.

Pleasure is a paradigm from which I can take everything in my life higher.

2019 can be the year of reclaiming your sense of time, your sense of space, your sense of connection to your own innate flow.
The beautiful thing is, each of us gets to decide how much pleasure to let in to our lives.
Pleasure does not take a lot of time.
Lighting a match to a candle before your bath or shower adds 10 seconds at most, yet it fills the air with soft fragrance and can transport you to a place and space of deliberate recognition and appreciation for your soft strong eternal feminine being.
Taking that grace into your day is a source of renewable energy.
A higher level of order than the chaos around you.
Pleasure is your birthright, your superpower.
Turning ourselves on turns on the world.
Come. I will meet you there.


Regena Thomashauer, aka “Mama Gena”
The School of Womanly Arts

Regena is a feminist icon, a teacher, a speaker, a mother, a best-selling author, and creatrix and CEO of The School of Womanly Arts.

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