Storm blogs, ” Seriously, “8 Miles Wide” would still be just a big big idea (and the occasional outburst from friends and family members in the know) if it weren’t for the tireless creative megawatt team at Sockeye Creative. James Westby, Tom Grissom and Katie O’Grady, especially, kicked so much ass on this goofy little ditty born in my twisted brains.

Also important to thank – Wilf’s, Mary’s Club, Portland Parks and Rec., Mark Acito, Rick Emerson, Byron Beck, Kevin Morris, Laura Domela, Mary Urbanski, Brenda Casebeer and her trusty steed Brego, Kavita Jhaveri, James Beaton, Davey Nipples, Scott Weddle, The Jim Brunberg, Adam Lundeen, Steve Sharp and all the brilliant extras and personalities who so generously donated to the cause.

Last, but not least, thank you, Portland, Oregon. Your endless support of all things weird will always make you the coolest city on the planet. Bless your rainy and rosy wild heart.”

Check out the behind the scenes videos:

Part 1: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ArNMGsigq4

Part 2: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PCz8PwSRZoU

Part 3: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GanA1cnxIPE

Licorice - Glycyrrhiza glabra

She gathered her findings from a study, conducted by Dr. Alan R. Hirsch, neurological director of the Smell and Taste Treatment and Research Foundation in Chicago, IL.

“One of his studies reveals that women who were exposed to the scent of licorice had a 13 percent increase in bloodflow to their sexual organs compared to a 1 percent reduction from the scent of men’s cologne,” Laurel explains. “Though the exact reason that licorice arouses women is unclear, Hirsch believes that it is either an unexplained chemical reaction in the brain or olfactory-evoked nostalgia.”

It seems that Dr. Hirsch is fond of measuring changes in blood flow to the sex organs. He and colleague Dr. Jason Gruss also initiated a recent study to investigate “the impact of ambient olfactory stimuli upon sexual response in the human male.”

Thirty-one men, aged 18 to 64 years, were tested. Dr. Hirsch selected 24 different odorants for the study. In addition, six combinations of two of the most well-liked of these were also chosen. The effects of the 30 odors on penile blood flow were assessed by comparing a subject’s brachial penile index while wearing an odorized mask to his average index while wearing an unodorized mask. This was done for each subject for each odor.

After being attached to a penile plethysmograph (which measures blood flow), three minutes were allowed for acclimation. Then a blank, nonodorized mask was applied for one minute while a baseline brachial penile index was recorded. The combined odor of lavender and pumpkin pie had the greatest effect, increasing median penile blood flow by 40%. Next in effectiveness was the combination of black licorice and doughnut, which increased arousal by 31.5%. The older men tended to respond strongly to vanilla.

The doctors offer several explanations, but the direct connection between odors and sexual response cannot be denied: “The odors may also act neurophysiologically. A direct pathway connects the olfactory bulb to the septal nucleus, which in turn induces blood flow and erection.”

Increase in Penile Blood Flow Produced by Top 10 Odors in 31 Male Volunteers

Alfred Charles Kinsey (June 23, 1894 – August 25, 1956)

I just glanced at my “Trends of Twitter” Google widget and noticed something new. Maybe I just never paid attention, but that seems hard to imagine. Nonetheless, today the top of the Twitterverse is dominated by the following sexual timeline hash tags: #beforesex, #duringsex and #aftersex.

In 1948 and 1953 the Kinsey Reports on male and female sexual behavior shocked the nation by talking frankly and for the first time about a subject that had been taboo up until they broke the ice. The greatest controversy surrounded the creation of the Kinsey Scale, that categorized sexual behavior from 0 to 6, with 0 being completely heterosexual and 6 completely homosexual.

Kinsey said, “Males do not represent two discrete populations, heterosexual and homosexual. The world is not to be divided into sheep and goats. It is a fundamental of taxonomy that nature rarely deals with discrete categories… The living world is a continuum in each and every one of its aspects.”

The findings revealed, “11.6% of white males aged 20–35 were given a rating of 3 (Equally heterosexual and homosexual – bisexual) for this period of their lives. 7% of single females aged 20–35 and 4% of previously married females aged 20–35 were given a rating of 3 for this period of their lives.”

Kinsey further inflamed debate with his findings that an estimated 50% of all married males had some extramarital experience at some time during their married lives and 26% of females had extramarital sex by their forties.

Despite the efforts by many different conservative family-values and religious groups to discredit the Reports, together they have sold more than three-quarters of a million copies and have been translated into thirteen languages. Many people consider them to be among the most successful and influential scientific books of the 20th century. Au contraire, Sexual Behavior in the Human Male has been on two conservative lists of the worst books of modern times. It was #3 on the conservative Intercollegiate Studies Institute’s 50 Worst Books of the Twentieth Century.

Much of the criticism has to do with the sampling methods and the groups that Kinsey utilized for his studies. If only he could see the sampling data available on Twitter…

Twitter on Viagra...

Karen Salmansohn

Karen Salmansohn is a best-selling author with over 1 million books sold. Her goal: wake up sleepy minds, hearts and spirits… spread positive propaganda throughout the land. She’s known for presenting dynamic keynote seminars (Motorola, Unilever, Soho House, etc…) and is a recognized expert on happiness (in career, love and life) on The Today Show, The View, CNN, CNBC, WB, ABC – pick a set of letters! Plus she’s been in The NY Times, Business Week, Chicago Tribune, Self, Cosmo, In-Style, US, People, Fast Company, LA Times, Phila. Inquirer, etc…

Today Karen is launching a 30-day blog post campaign at her NotSalmon.com – Self Help for People Who Wouldn’t be Caught Dead Reading Self Help.

“Right now I will take up Aristotle’s advice… ” says Karen. “To begin with your final purpose in mind, or what Aristotle calls your ‘teleology’ and clearly state my teleology for these next 30 days on this blog. I want to give you techniques to break bad relationship patterns for good so you can snag a happily ever after love future.”

Her first article in the 30-day series, posted today covers a lot of ground, but in it she manages to link brain change, exercise, meditation, Kaizen visualization and positive affirmation with the likes of Woody Allen and a plan to send e-mail to yourself.

Karen explains, “Brain science says it takes 30 days to change a habit – and change neural pathways! When you change your daily thinking to support love/joy, your negative neural pathways shrink and positive neural pathways widen.”

Her first thought exercise will only take a total of 15 minutes out of your day, but that small investment could change your entire life… and it gets even better when you combine it with physical exercise.

“I’ve found that when I merge this ‘thought exercise’ with ‘physical’  exercise I get even more positive results, even more quickly,” says Salmansohn. “I got this  technique from Tony Robbins — and I gotta say, I’ve personally found  that exercising while I’m thinking positive thoughts has truly helped me in speeding up getting what I want!”

Current brain theory confirms the fact that your brain is continually evolving and that cardio-vascular exercise greatly facilitates the formation of BDNF. In Spark: The Revolutionary New Science of Exercise and the Brain, Dr. John J. Ratey validates the mind-body connection, presenting some startling research that proves that exercise is one of the very best defenses against everything from depression to ADD to addiction to aggression to menopause to Alzheimer’s. He describes how brain-derived neurotrophic factor (BDNF), a protein that acts on certain neurons of the central nervous system and the peripheral nervous system, helps to support the survival of existing neurons and encourages the growth and differentiation of new neurons and synapses.

The link between body, mind and spirit is fundamental to Karen’s entire premise. She introduces the concept of linking thought to action with a brief discussion of the Japanese practice of Kaizen, “…celebrat(ing) the joy of doing small tasks that, over time add up to the joy of experiencing large life changes.”

Toyota manufacturing co-opted the principle of Kaizen (Japanese for improvement) applying the concept to its assembly line workers who were empowered to stop the production line and consult with a supervisor if they saw a way to improve the flow of productivity. Doing the same repetitive physical motion all day could actually become enlightening rather than mind-numbing.

I like the Chinese interpretation of gai-shan (from Wikipedia below) even better.

• 改 (”gǎi”) means “change” or “the action to correct”.
• 善 (”shàn”) means “good” or “benefit”. “Benefit” is more related to the Taoist or Buddhist philosophy, which gives the definition as the action that ‘benefits’ the society but not one particular individual (i.e., multilateral improvement). In other words, one cannot benefit at another’s expense. The quality of benefit that is involved here should be sustained forever, in other words the “shan” is an act that truly benefits others.

The Chinese form of intentional thought exercise… (and my very first Web video, shot on location in Dali, Yunnan, China, 2007)

Check out Karen Salmansohn’s latest book: Prince Harming Syndrome: Break Bad Relationship Patterns for Good—5 Essentials for Finding True Love (and they’re not what you think).

Tiiu Kuik

It started gaining steam last month with the appearance Tiiu Kuik in Marie Claire’s May 2009 feature (Pace dei Sensi or Peace of the Senses), uncovered quite nicely in Nudity: another fashion shoot without the fashion by Fashionising.com. They note a growing trend in Blogs > Fashion Diary > Fashion Photo Shoots on the lovely, lithe, Tiiu Kuik naked for Marie Claire Italia – again.

A naked Natalia Vodianova graces the cover of Vogue UK’s June 2009 issue… led by the fashion-transitioning of Playboy France, featuring  Lily Cole in the October 2008 cover and inside, a 14-page photos spread, “Sweet Lily” (inspired by Serge Gainsbourg’s Histoire de Melody Nelson album) with editorial by Xevi Muntane.

Gisele Bundchen

“Supermodel Gisele Bundchen once vowed to never pose nude; ‘I would never be naked in a fashion picture.’ So we have no idea what the pictures in Vanity Fair, May 2009 thus constitute. Perhaps being topless isn’t quite the same as being naked, but if so then what of this picture (above) where she appears to have forgotten her clothes altogether?”

For more on this wonderful shift, check out Fashionising’s editorial, with tons of links: Nudity and fashion: who needs clothes?

Italy, France, the UK… whassup wit dat? Why don’t I get to live in a grownup country? You can trace it all back to a very certain aggressive Middle Eastern cult, that currently has some very paranoid fears about other aggressive Middle Eastern cults.

Katie Custer is a Minister, internet radio host, massage therapist, Reiki Master, and teacher. As a teenager, she found it odd when others reminisced about childhood. She, herself, had only a couple of vivid memories before age 12. She dismissed it as a result of having a “bad memory” and joked that “something bad must have happened to me and I blocked it all out”.

As an adult in her 20s, she felt stuck in thought and behavior patterns that sustained mild depression, growing debt, and a string of broken relationships. It never occurred to her that her “bad memory” could be directly related to her dysfunctional life.

After pursuing a graduate degree in Education (M.S. Education and Social Policy), still feeling unfulfilled, a friend suggested she pursue massage therapy for a career she could turn to during breaks from teaching. Massage therapy ultimately helped her completely change direction. Shortly after she started her massage practice, she was introduced to the idea that humans are made of energy.

First, she learned how energy worked in the outside world and how everything she encountered (saw, heard, felt, etc) was a reflection of her own energy. Next, she learned more specifically about the energy inside her own body, her Chakra system. For her, that step was the most profound. After a few months focusing on self-healing, flashes of childhood memory suddenly surfaced. She was recovering previously ‘forgotten’ memories from early childhood, specifically incidents of abuse. Before she could even respond to them, however, ideas poured in about why she was suddenly remembering and how her memory or body (or something) was able to store it all for so long. Overwhelmed, she began journaling to try to manage it all.

Though progress was slow, as she made changes the outside world responded. She was learning to see how her world was simply reflecting herown energy field – her attitude, her intentions. Over time, she started making significant progress. When she began working with energy, she could not have predicted how dramatically her life would change.

Katie Custer

In 2008, Katie created an alter-ego called “Chakra Girl,” and works from this platform to inspire people to study their own energy fields so that they can heal and discover the deepest roots of who they are, engaging and celebrating their life’s purpose. She can be found blogging about how everything is energy at www.Chakra-Girl.com. She also hosts Chakra Girl Radio (CGR), a weekly talk show dedicated to studying the human energy body and how energy is reflected back to us in our daily lives.

Chakra Girl on BlogTalkRadio
Bringing the idea of energy down to Earth. Learn how energy works in your daily life, how decisions you make affect the energy in your world, and how you can use this knowledge to change anything that does not serve your highest good. The anatomy of energy: Seven major Chakras, aligned along the spine – from below the tailbone to above the skull – and endless minor Chakras. All of them function as spirals, spinning and distributing energy through your physical body (all the way to the cellular level!). Explore the current state of your energy field and identify emotions, behaviors and issues in your physical health that no longer serve you. Change your energy, change your life!

Chakra Girl Radio is found online at www.BlogTalkRadio.com/chakra-girl, airing live on Wednesdays, 9-10:30 a.m. PST, with archives available anytime. Downloadable podcasts are available at the same location.

As Amara says, “It’s fun and healthy to flirt!” …but what happened to subtle? She turns the tables on Woody in describing her encounter with a younger man in… Reverse Flirting; The Unlikely Tale of an ‘Older’ Woman.

Kendra felt as if she would topple off the face of the planet, fall into oblivion without any other person giving her a second glance. Stress, discord, the novelty of each day, wore and bit, clawed at her and she imagined that she was alone on the planet, at least in her own unique state, facing an onslaught of adversity. Things had gotten so bad that sometimes Kendra found she could not even write anymore and even her love life suffered as she ached to reach climax that would surge through to purify her, only to find that each little tremor stopped nearly as soon as it started as if a door had been shut. Emotionally, Kendra was drained. Sensually, she was shut down. Mentally, she wasn’t even certain that she had the foggiest notion what love was.

In the grey light of this rainy afternoon, Kendra thought of boys she had known, men who had taught her about love and lust, women she had imagined kissing her, though she never would have admitted that to anyone. She wondered if she could conjure them through the magic of pencil to paper, discard the MacBook Pro for the day and weave the old spells she had learned so long ago, the sloping Palmer method across the misty backdrop of recycled papers, ancient texts renovated and restored, the flesh of sacrificial trees that would give and give until every last drop of essence, of life, had been sucked from them, pulp drained of purpose until their bodies eventually dry and are discarded.

It had been weeks since she had succumbed to the insistence of her physical body, taken anyone up on an offer to find bliss in another and these days, she knew that the lust she sought required greater fulfillment. In each union since the dissolution of her marriage, she had found herself coming only at the surface. Her moans sounded like empty peals, lies even as they echoed within her. But stories had taught her to explore her sensuality in new ways, to remember what first had seduced her and what she had at first sought. That memory spread through her like a kinetic explosion, then settled like a blissful smile over her nubile body, the blush of sex and lust and love and deliverance, finding pleasure in another, bestowing love and heat, finding that such pleasure rests within you, coiled like a snake ready to awaken and slither upward, wet, and fresh, and strong.

Kundalini. The word rested in her lap, and she contemplated stroking it even as she began to type. At her lips, the word took life, crawled through her cavern mouth, slipped out like a pretty pink tongue, became a whisper of seductive power. She envisioned herself now in the fetal position, new and curious, postured to open herself to life, her mind to that visual seduction – imagination.

Muladhara

Red lust, trimmed in black, the petals of the lotus were like a beacon to Kendra. Four ladies in a ring, dancing angels, curled into and out of one another. They beckoned to her, pleaded that she play, but Kendra stood back, watching from the edges of a dream, each of them becoming pencil sketches on her tablet, one a bending cedar, another a span of water and the last two fallen branches, a bridge. Kendra longed to cross it, found herself taking tiny steps, her nude feet trailing against their soft backs, along thighs and shoulders, her toes twisted in the curls of their cascading hair. Need burned at her hollow core with every rushing sensation, hopes for their lips at her piqued nipples, her tongue passing through their petaled crevices, the stewing brew of their juices percolating beneath blood warmed flesh.

She could be obsessed with these, stop to play and chat, learn about their histories and their futures, dress them like characters in a story and make them into sexual playthings who would be loved or cheated or abused – always her characters ran from pleasure to pain, always they lost their path, always they returned grateful but weary from the journey, but these she protected, fought her desire to ravish them, corrupt them.

Kendra made these ladies only pretty stops along the path, scenery, landscape, backdrop to a greater story to tell. Sensually they spoke volumes to her, but for the audience they would be as incoherent as the wind through a cedar grove. Their only whispers, “Lam” to say “I have.” Kendra felt without, ached to know what they knew, laid herself across the floor, stretched her hands and then her feet, imagined herself a bridge of sorts and hoped those ladies would step across her to see the world as she does. Companionship would ease the pain.

Svadhisthana

Perhaps her ladies felt the plea that ran through her long, conjuring fingers because soon Kendra felt the crawl of life along her spine, the rise from loneliness to new found sensuality, the hope that came as tingle first then heated insistence at the pink lotus between her thighs, the emerging dew of some new spring there, as she hummed softly, “Vam” for “I feel.”

Orange sunset burst from the grey clouds that had hung above her all day, pushed itself between the thick drapes that hid Kendra from the rest of the world and she felt herself a part of something larger, a participant in an ancient unity, one of many. As the fourth lady stepped from the circle, leaving her sisters to join hands, each of these became a petal on the vibrant lotus.

“You… should be at the center,” the woman purred, her long, glossy, black locks radiating warmth and energy as she pulled gently at Kendra’s fingertips to guide her to the center of the women, elegant ladies now, she saw, each lovelier than those beside her, each more seductive than any man Kendra had ever met, and each more nurturing than her own mother had ever been. Guilt and shame and then, surprisingly, purest sensual desire rushed through her, as Kendra felt the Cobra in her lap begin to rise and sway, charmed by the pulsing rhythm of the sisters’ dance, poised to seduce and the hissing whisper through her lips was, “Come to me.”

But Kendra hid herself away from the seduction of the snake and found herself immersed in the affections of her family. Soft hands caressing softer curves, the subtle rise of body heat, manifesting in the must and musk of life, but Kendra held back, her tongue at the cusp, the gateway of one pretty red mouth, and folded her blooming lotus to cloister her taboo desires.

Manipura

“Fear hinders you, My Love,” one lady whose eyes gleamed in variegating hues of amber gold spoke softly across the sepaled center of their budding lotus. A bow on her back reminded Kendra of Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, yet with an aura of peace emitting from her core.

Kendra was surprised to find herself so discovered, so exposed. She felt as nude as Eve in the Garden, a woman so blacklisted for her earliest experiential understandings of femininity. Imagining herself uncloaked, an epiphany of shame, Kendra ducked deep into the dewy center of the lotus, ached to disappear, retreat from the dreamy evolution of her own story, but a hand reached to her, took her into it, soft and sweet and fragrant.

“You must find yourself in the cycle, the lotus. Stretch your hands out, open your thighs, allow the world to come through you. Create and live and be.”

Taking her place, moving from focal point to truest unity, a sense of belonging, Kendra felt power course through her arms and legs, up her spine, at her navel. And her arms became vibrant petals as she and her sisters danced in the singing breeze, as “Ram” became a virile hum to insist “We can,” and lust and sensual affection became manifestations of love.

Anahata

Belonging is a precarious state – a danger to those willing to lose themselves to another. Some place in the back of Kendra’s mind this warning loomed, but she felt no danger as the chant grew to an insistent cry of “Yam.” Instinctively, Kendra knew this cry to declare “I love,” and the sentiment became a declaration of how she hoped to live. Her love for these women grew, boundless, unwavering, without condition, and she felt peace grow within her, too, imagined herself pregnant with life as if another grew in her, a product of conception of Self, as if she could recreate and renew strictly through the force of love that flowed like a river through her.

Orange sunset melting like a moist twilight of greens and pinks, Kendra detected a new fragrance on the air – wafts of sultry lavender and jasmine fell on her. She arched her back, imagined herself a dromedary for the thirsting earth. The power of the New Moon welled, swelled in her, and she felt herself overwhelmed, pleased, subdued with compassion that spilled out of her, each tear a drop of life for the evolving lotus, each dewdrop sustenance to increase the petals, unfold the bloom, beckon and increase life, release desire, heighten knowledge.

Spinning as if to dance, Kendra found herself and her sisters multiplied, increase of heart begetting new life and the lotus bloomed to reveal twelve petals, each strong and lusty, each tender and new, each like the pink flesh of a young girl, ready to give herself to life, to allow love to pass through her.

Vishuddha

Pressure at her throat, momentary uncertainty, forced Kendra to make a choice for love and lust. Slipping fingers to the snake coiled in her lap, she stretched each one across skin of silky scales, slid each along that curving spine, whispered with wet seduction all her own,

“Ham, I speak, and for this you exist, to rise through me, to be my strength, my defense, my nimble spirit, my charming comrade.” And the snake moved up through her, made his body rigid, thrusting, slid within to find passage along his mistress’s welcome subtle body, each stop as prana to a weary traveler.

And Kendra imagined herself a fish, swallowing, accepting the snake into herself, diving and swimming, seeking satisfaction through life, finding life and renewal in the consumption of flesh and then rebirth. In his force through her, the Cobra delivered life, and her body became a sea prime for creative force, brimming with thoughts to share, each cell of her being as potential for new growth, understanding.

Ajna

The awakening at Kendra’s heart and core, her sensual center, grew to an illuminating light that transcended all the states of understanding she had yet known. It was if the bright moon above shown only for her, found her third eye once blind and forced it open and she felt herself ready, open to love, to feel again that which she had lost, to know it better, more deeply, to make of life what love had taught her, what she had found within herself. A voice rose within Kendra, like the cry of a new baby and she discerned it like the roar of the waves of consciousness, “Om. Omm. Ommm.” No hollow peals this rising moan, and Kendra cried ecstatically to know, to see. “I see,” she proclaimed to the ladies of her lotus, and it felt significant, synonymous with “I come,” but now there were only two, Kendra rising to new found revelation looking back at another so familiar, yet so distant, one she had been who had stood in the dark, alone, before she had recognized her place in the world, her power to ascend, to be something more.

Seated, peaceful, as calm as a lotus itself, Kendra raised two petal arms to the skies in jubilation of arrival.

Sahasrara

And the hush she felt rather than heard, became a hymn of peace as her subtle being grew to a subtler understanding and her mind became a field of awareness and information, as if the world had dawned on her with the rise of the star anise. “I know” her pulsing heart poured forth.

The crowning of her lotus heart and soul and mind brimmed with colorful petals. At their center a violet sepal rose like a scepter. In peace and enlightenment, Kendra rested her head, and bliss grew in her soul. Peace from the journey, ecstasy in the arrival, coming to consciousness far surpassing the coming of her body.

Nola Erus, reared in a deeply sensual family which taught her to observe the evolving world around her in its most minute glory, comes to her love of language and communication naturally. An education in International/Intercultural studies, diverse languages and English composition and literature informs her insatiable quest for better understanding of her universe and her fellow humans> her desire is to
convey that understanding via storytelling. Through her stories she hopes to discover more about herself and to share a reverence for the erotic with the world community.
She blogs at sexysecrets.eroticachallenge.com.

For that’s what chakras are—invisible yet impossible-to-live-without pools of moving energy that spin like rotor blades when we’re healthy, and sputter and finally stop when we die. According to Quodoushka (pronounced Qua-dosh-ka), the native teachings of Turtle Island (1), we have ten major vortices of spinning light inside our bodies—which they perceive as luminous eggs cocoons. In their view, if you could accurately see what the human body is made of, you would see an egg—shaped ball of light, with ten spinning wheels inside that are more commonly known as chakras.

Medicine Wheel of Wyoming's Big Horn Mountains

Why Would You Want To Know How Your Chakras Are Doing?

Truth is you’ll live just fine even if you’ve never heard of a chakra. However, when you find out that feeling insecure, fearful, anxious, uncreative, or unsexy has a lot to do with sluggish chakras, the subject gets more interesting. The subject gets even more interesting when you learn that women’s chakras spin one way and men’s another. It’s also one of the hidden reasons why it feels incredibly nice to have our whole bodies next to someone we love. It’s not just our skin that touches—we have these spinning balls of energy flowing between us in opposite directions.

The robustness of our chakras also explains how we are irresistibly attracted or totally turned off by someone. Chakras either put out gusts of energy or they suck energy like vacuum machines. When they are vibrating with gusto everything is abundant, when they are slow everything is difficult. The good news is that there are several ways to balance chakras when they start slowing down or turning in the wrong direction.

The Quodoushka teachings locate ten chakras. For brevity’s sake I’ll just mention one here to show you how they work.

The First Chakra
Life begins and ends at the first chakra. It’s where our sexual, creative energy collects. Quodoushka calls it the Sun Wheel because when it’s open, uninhibited and used with respect, this chakra becomes a magnet for intimacy and love. What blocks the flow of our sexual, creative sun energy is the enemy of guilt. Every time we feel guilty about our natural sexual urges, or we repress, misuse or deny our sexual feelings, we put a plug in the first chakra. Since all the chakras are connected,
when we shut it down for too long, everything else becomes listless. Our emotions wobble, our minds dim and our spirits become lethargic. Quodoushka teaches that sex is natural and good. This means enjoying touch, affection, kisses, hugs and yes, good old sex too.

The first step in getting all ten chakras turning brightly is to accept the beauty and naturalness of our first chakra. When a woman joins her heart (4th chakra) with her genitals (1st chakra), it opens her 5th chakra or third eye of wisdom.

When her partner is doing the same, the merging of their chakras raises the power of love, making each act of kindness ripple into the universe like a single drop falling on a great wheel about to turn.

Quehestemehah
‘You Dance in My Heart’

May you walk In Beauty,
Amara Charles

(1) Turtle Island refers to ancient land masses from North, South Central America along with New Zealand and Australia. Quodoushka is the spiritual sexuality teachings from ancient native sources.

Amara Charles is the founder of Nourishing Arts, a healing center providing training courses in the spiritual sexual arts. Author of Sexual Agreements, Aching to Open and Erotic Touch for Two, Amara has been teaching spiritual sexuality workshops throughout the US, Australia, Malaysia and New Zealand since 1987. Her programs include Taoist White Tigress, Shamanic Quodoushka Sexuality and the Yin Yang of Sexual Restoration. She also hosts Men’s Sex Forums promoting better, healthier sex. She has been a special guest on BBC and ABC Radio shows and a guest lecturer at Arizona State University. She writes articles on sexuality for a variety of publications.Offering Retreats and Private Sexuality Training for Women, Men and Couples.

Our first official release is set for the New Moon, Saturday, April 25 and the focus is on Understanding, Experiencing, Balancing and Empowering your Chakras.

You are cordially invited to submit informative, artistic erotica… articles, short stories, poems, photos, audio narratives, art, music, links to your videos. Deadline is the end of the day on Thursday, April 23. Click for Submission Guidelines.

We are also re-emerging on the Internet air waves with a new show on BlogTalkRadio. Please, let us know if you are interested in being a featured guset.