Have you ever wondered if you felt connected with your breasts?

Have you ever wondered if you felt connected with your breasts?

Many of us learn to deny our bodies, and often it starts with our breasts. Messages, opinions, judgments that pile up from the moment we come into puberty and they can plant a seed within us. A seed that grows an incongruence, which grows the armor of protection we build around ourselves. In time this leads to a disconnection from our breasts and our body. A festering ground for insecurities, lack of self-esteem, and separation.

Owning your Shit

Owning your Shit

Let’s take some time to talk about owning your own shit. Or projection. Or actually about how to let go of projection in order to move towards owning your shit and conscious connection with people around you. 😉

Conscious Connection

Conscious Connection

Conscious Connection. This is one of my all-time favorite topics. I love it so much because I love love, I love to find ways to feel more flow, more love, more connection and creativity. And I’ve been surprised so many times in my life when just a simple change of approach with the people around me made such a huge difference in how these relationships evolved, changed or progressed. And with relationships I mean any relationship you can think of. It doesn’t have to be a love relationship. But any connection you can have with someone close to you.

How we (mis)use sex for more connection

How we (mis)use sex for more connection

I know you know,… as humans, we are social creatures by nature and crave connection with others. And one of the ways we seek to connect with others is through sexual intimacy or lovemaking. And as you can probably also imagine, sex is a powerful form of communication — both for the pleasure it gives and for the way it makes it possible to express our core feelings. But sex isn’t always about love or even lust. Sometimes we (mis)use sex to get what we want: like money, attention or affection. And we even use sex to avoid dealing with other issues in our lives…