Darlings,

Okay, have you ever gotten so flooded with your own dazzling beauty and brilliance that you just wander around giggling and chuckling like a fool?

Really.

I am a little woozy, a little wan, and wandering around whispering, “Heh, heh, heh,” as I review the opening weekend of the ninth session of the School of Womanly Arts Mastery Program.

We had over 200 women from nine different countries, including Qatar and Kuwait.
Women from 31 different states.
30 Team Pleasure volunteers.
20 Big Sisters.

All creating barrels of starlight, handfuls of glitter, magic by the boatload, rivers of tears, joy unbound, crazy dancing sisterhood, an eternity of universal love, Broadway entrances with singing nuns, Elvis stripteasers, African dance, and yo’ Mama getting savaged onstage by a desperately hot trainer who I have a huge crush on.

It was quite a caper.
How instantly we recognize and live into sisterhood.
Check out this off-the-hook e-mail I received this morning, from a brand-new student, Sister Goddess Annie:

My Gawdess!

What a torrent of ruthless magic you are.  I expected a lot but you blew my socks off, well my panties, actually.
I love your relentless audacity, your wily candor, your panache.

I’ve been sourcing my reality from “down there” ever since, and my guy has been falling all over me.
Not to mention I’m getting more sex and adoration from a man who already bowed to me daily.

I love your witchery, and I revere you.
But even more, I’m starting to revere the little girl inside me who deserted her “p” at age four to take refuge in her mind.
Ever since, she’s built magnificent bridges and fantastical narratives trying to find her way back.
When all along, just like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, all she had to do is click her heels, and she’d be home.

Thanks for reminding me.

There’s no place like home,
There’s no place like home,
There’s no place like home.

Love,
A

And, my darlings, my wish for you:
That you feel the force of Mastery’s explosion of reclamation in your own lives, right here, right now.
And that you, too, remember…
That home is right there—yes, right there—where you are.

With so much love and pleasure,

Mama Gena

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