Darlings,
Okay, have you ever gotten so flooded with your own dazzling beauty and brilliance that you just wander around giggling and chuckling like a fool?
Really.
I am a little woozy, a little wan, and wandering around whispering, “Heh, heh, heh,” as I review the opening weekend of the ninth session of the School of Womanly Arts Mastery Program.
We had over 200 women from nine different countries, including Qatar and Kuwait.
Women from 31 different states.
30 Team Pleasure volunteers.
20 Big Sisters.
All creating barrels of starlight, handfuls of glitter, magic by the boatload, rivers of tears, joy unbound, crazy dancing sisterhood, an eternity of universal love, Broadway entrances with singing nuns, Elvis stripteasers, African dance, and yo’ Mama getting savaged onstage by a desperately hot trainer who I have a huge crush on.
It was quite a caper.
How instantly we recognize and live into sisterhood.
Check out this off-the-hook e-mail I received this morning, from a brand-new student, Sister Goddess Annie:
My Gawdess!
What a torrent of ruthless magic you are. I expected a lot but you blew my socks off, well my panties, actually.
I love your relentless audacity, your wily candor, your panache.
I’ve been sourcing my reality from “down there” ever since, and my guy has been falling all over me.
Not to mention I’m getting more sex and adoration from a man who already bowed to me daily.
I love your witchery, and I revere you.
But even more, I’m starting to revere the little girl inside me who deserted her “p” at age four to take refuge in her mind.
Ever since, she’s built magnificent bridges and fantastical narratives trying to find her way back.
When all along, just like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, all she had to do is click her heels, and she’d be home.
Thanks for reminding me.
There’s no place like home,
There’s no place like home,
There’s no place like home.
Love,
A
And, my darlings, my wish for you:
That you feel the force of Mastery’s explosion of reclamation in your own lives, right here, right now.
And that you, too, remember…
That home is right there—yes, right there—where you are.
With so much love and pleasure,
Mama Gena
P.S. If Mastery is on your desire list, and you’d like to be the first to know when we announce the dates for Spring Mastery 2012, click here.
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Sister Goddess Annie might be brand new, but she already gets that we’ve all got pussy juice running in our veins! And she shares it rather eloquently too. Well done! No, Darlin’… there IS no place like home… so welcome home!
@sg hedonia- she definitely got it! thanks for your warm/juicy welcome to her
If you like songs that Bonnie Raitt was singing early in her career, you may also enjoy her version of Joni Mitchell’s “That Song about the Midway”.
Here is an article by Victoria Moran that is consistent with the SWA philosophy, titled “The Case for Turning ‘Spa’ into a Verb”:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/victoria-moran/unplug-and-recharge_b_833593.html
great article @sg silverheels—makes me want to go wrap myself in a big fluffy white robe while i work today…spa-ing as lifestyle is definitely juicy!
How wonderful! I been feuding with my mother for a while and I think it’s cuz she has moved into her head, with her new husband, and church, and falsehoods of life, because I accidentally saw a private communication of hers to someone else, and sisters, she truly desires to live in her “P”. Sad she can’t be free. I tried to get her to class but she was always “too busy”, yes too busy wrangling a wallet of a husband for herself who now lives in a world where she needs his permission for everything from shitting to shopping. She’s beautiful, smart, young, spry, and adventurous, but sadly insecure.
BION I’m imprseesd! Cool post!