The Red Tent . Women's Sacred Sexuality
"Since ancient times women have gathered together to dream mystical dreams,
share wisdom and renew sexual power." Dawn Cartwright
|The Red Tent . Women's Sacred Sexuality . November 16th|
Last night we gathered the harvest. Counted seeds. Foretold the future. Found warmth.
Stability. Balance. Support.
Much love, Dawn
|The Journey, by Mary Oliver|
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.
|Ovarian Breathing . Healing Love Through the Tao: Cultivating Female Sexual Energy|
The Ovarian Breathing exercise involves a gentle contraction of the Chi Muscle, as delicate as the closing petals of a flower and so minimal that any less would do nothing at all.
In Ovarian Breathing you use your mind to draw the warm, yang, vital egg energy up the spine to your head and to the third eye (located mid-eyebrow), down through the tongue, the heart, the solar plexus, finally to be stored in the navel. You will be drawing on the energy generated by the ovaries, eggs, and hormones themselves. At first the process is slow, but later a simple thought will send delightful waves of energy up your back to your head.
Healing Love Through the Tao: Cultivating Female Sexual Energy
|seasoned, by susan schafer bernardo|
she is a fox in spring,
a vixen shedding her ragged jacket of red fur
to feel the dawning heat
she is a honeybee in summer
flying between flowers, bringing home nectar
until her wings are tattered
she is a fawn in fall
licking salt from his neck
with her tender tongue
she is a bear in winter
dreaming waterfalls of melted snow
survival stored within her skin
she is persephone, springing to her mother’s side
sowing the seeds she did not devour,
dancing her prayer for summer rain,
harvesting ripe fruit in early autumn’s chill,
a ruby red banquet she will share with her lover
wiling away another winter, entwined in his warm embrace
|Chandra Bindu Tantra Institute|