2010

The stakes are miles higher when sexual expression and meaningful pleasure is just beyond your reach and it seems like destiny may never provide the mysterious sexual language that feeds your soul. When you meet altered sensations, you face dizzying forks in your journey.

I was hovering over a post on my Google desktop and I noticed this mishmash of spam gunk coming from the title of my last gorgeous Rhythm post. What the heck? I was hacked!

All aspects of the soul need to find their rhythm — writing in your journal in the morning; a quiet walk in the evening; time in meditation or prayer; and sexual hours strumming the rhythmic strings of your soul.