Feeling Joy

Feeling Joy
I’ve been so out of touch with myself, I’ve only fully realised recently, how I squash my feelings of joy and excitement.

WTF!!!

I’ll feel that stirring inside my belly, like butterflies, sort of making me feel a bit uneasy and then my mind kicks in and says – ‘think about something else.’ Or, maybe it will say, ‘be objective Sarah’.

“Don’t get too excited, it may never happen”

Whoa. That is what just popped in my head as I was mulling it over.

I can hear my Mum saying that to me. In fact I’m wondering if the exact phrase is – “It will probably never happen”.  Since when did the phrase to soothe someone into not worrying that something ‘bad’ may happen, get transplanted in my head to not worry that something ‘good’ will happen.

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Tantra and Porridge

She Said Erotic Boutique in Brighton" width="528" height="508"></p> <p>What do Tantra and porridge have in common? Well like the story of Goldilocks and the Three Bears, you have to taste different porridge to find the one that is

You may know that I signed up with Bird to go to a Tantra workshop/information evening last night at the Impure Art gallery located below She Said Erotic Boutique in Brighton. I was REALLY excited about it and was enjoying feeling a little bit naughty every time I thought about it.

So what were my expectations of the evening?

  • I knew it was going to be a small group as the venue was teeny tiny but very welcoming, so… friendly and intimate.
  • The lady giving the talk had previously done one on Kama Sutra which had sold out so I thought – she must be good, so… engaging to listen to
  • The description said ‘Learn the principles that underpin this tradition that combines flesh and soul, sex and spirit’, so… learn what tantra can do for me
  • It also said ‘No sexual contact or nudity’ so… it would be a ‘safe’ environment where I wouldn’t be asked to do anything that made me feel uncomfy

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Writing Again… Little White Lies

Writing Again

I’m awake again at 5am this morning. I’ve been waking between 3 and 5am for over a week now as I’m sleeping for about 5 hours max but strangely enough this feels ok. At first I was just frustrated, lying there with stuff and nonsense, little white lies and big beastie fears whizzing through my head. Then I had an overwhelming urge to start writing again – I’m glad I did.

The first two times was, what some would (and did) describe, as a little messy, exposing hurtful conversations with my ex’s partner about my divorce via notes on Facebook.

I chose to take them down. Not because of her jumping up and down stamping her feet, or him pleading with me ‘to be reasonable’ once he realised the tantrum approach wasn’t working (which made me laugh a bit – oh the irony). But because the notes had done their job and it was time to let it all go and move on.

I felt that the whole story was now heard – not just theirs but mine too.

My next post was a poem – of sorts – that just flowed out of me in order to share a deep fear and strong belief. I woke and just had to write it in response to something else that was  happening between me and Tommy at the time.

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Sex and All That Jazz

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*Bats eyelashes* Today, I’m talking about sex and all that jazz.

Why? Because yesterday, me ‘n Bird were sat in my back garden in the sunshine having a cuppa and giggling like a couple of witches (as usual). We’d been talking about our unexpected experience on Sunday, of finding ourselves sat on a lush bed together in Kemp Town in Brighton with a camera and lights being pointed at us while we talked about.. our sexual pet peeves and top tips.

Bwhaahahahahha

Talking about sex and relationships for us, is of course as natural as breathing.  We’ve been friends for about 10 years now, having met while trying to ignore each other and every other mother in the school playground but our sons decided they were going to be friends, and rather fabulously, so did we – getting to know each other with lots of walks and coffee with Baileys.

Anyway, to cut a long story short…

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