As I read about the path taken by women in traditional stories, mythology and fairy tales, I was struck by how our own lives follow this pattern.
The curious thing is that most of us don’t realise what true transformation entails.
Sexy isn’t about your age, the colour of your hair, the size of your body, the wrinkles on your face. Age isn’t a shameful secret kept undisclosed to ensure others desire you, love you or respect you.
It was OK to lie about my transgressions and continue in the church, but once I admitted I enjoyed sex and refused to follow the path of repentance and future abstinence I was asked to leave — labelled as a ‘backslider’.
Who you are as a person is important to the world. You are the only person who can do the job of being you. Everything about you is exactly the way it needs to be for you to fulfil your purpose on this earth.
Romance — or hot heavy ‘can’t get enough of you’ sex — remains one of the most powerful experiences we have in our lifetime. When you’re drowning in ecstasy every night Universe is full of magic; you look, feel and move differently in the world.
My childhood was terrible. My parents never raised their voices in anger. Instead there was cold quiet seething flowing underneath every difficult conversation.