Bloodrush and Nervequiver

Beautiful episode.

Audre Lorde

Marie-Elizabeth Mali's witchy superpower is her laser-like sensitivity to what goes on under the surface. She assists her coaching clients to become more self-aware and have freedom and power in every area of life, especially in relationships and sex. She teaches Orgasmic Meditation (OM), a partnered practice that deepens people's connection to their desires and sexuality, and is a OneTaste Coach-In-Training. The OneTaste coaching method applies the principles of OM to every area of life and complements and expands on her prior background as a life coach and health practitioner. Marie-Elizabeth is also a published poet and underwater photographer who has a thing for sharks.

Eckhart Tolle

Pablo Neruda

Yia Vang

Seneca

Thomas Merton

Nicole Daedone

Love after Love  The time will come  when, with elation  you will greet yourself arriving  at your own door, in your own mirror  and each will smile at the other's welcome,  and say, sit here. Eat.  You will love again the stranger who was your self.  Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart  to itself, to the stranger who has loved you  all your life, whom you ignored  for another, who knows you by heart.  Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,  the photographs, the desperate notes,  peel your own image from the mirror.  Sit. Feast on your life. --Derek Walcott

D.H. Lawrence

Does it seem now like I believe in God and he is a comfort to me? I don’t, and he isn’t. And yet this story is a comfort to me.

  Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.

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Something More Fragile Than This Quick, before our bodies turn themselves in, with a reverence reserved for the dead touch me because I want to remember how beautiful I still am. While Spring snows around us, cracking her eggs on our windows, in her meager dress of yellowing-white, because I want to rise into today. So why the urge to render something more fragile than this? Why, always, the soul blowing glass? The soul, once again, filling the lungs with smoke because a memory of regret sweats in the plastic sleeve of a family album. Because there's a snapshot caught between the pages of some thick book: my heavy 20 year old frame setting off the 60lb weight of a dying mother. Because somewhere, there's a negative slide of my heart. Because and because and because I'm sure there's a photo in some drawer that shows me dressed in black. But i want to devote myself to the mystery of this afternoon. I want to honor this falling night, worship the hour vanishing between six and seven. This moment where I'm standing against myself and against you with a taste in my mouth that's yolk. With Bob Marley taking that one long drag on the refrigerator door. With the smell of spring. Olena Kalytiak Davis From And Her Soul Out of Nothing (Univ. of Wisconsin Press, 1997)