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Hugs and gratitude, Talyaa
It doesn’t interest me what you ate for lunch I want to know how a sun-ripened peach tastes to you, what the feel of its juice running down your chin reminds you of I want to taste your breath in my mouth I want to know what scares you most, and when you feel most alive I want to feel my belly pressed against yours, two breaths and two hearts I want to know what makes you cry I want to smile when I hear your voice and notice my heart quicken in response I want to know that your laugh has a home in my heart I want to feel the space...read more
The other night my Kahuna and I went to a snuggle party: a safe, moderated experimental laboratory where sex-positive or poly or tantra people (or all three) gather to feel desires and make respectful requests of one another for non-penetrative sexy play. I had a great night. When we got home I realized how far I’ve come in life, how comfortable I’ve become in my own skin. Literally. Even just a year ago, when Kahuna and I spent 22 days in training to learn and teach tantra, I would have had a very different experience at a party...read more
As I explore my inner landscape, learning to love its lush curves and steep canyons, I think a lot about how I connect to my beloved, my loves, my world. My prayer these days is to see myself with clear eyes, to honor the power and wisdom of the Being that I Am, and to know a clear path to serving the world through my gifts.read more
Ever since my Kahuna and I attended the International School of Temple Arts (ISTA) Spiritual Sexual Shamanic Experience Level 1 & 2 just after we arrived in San Diego in May, I’ve been on a crash course to change. I came here for change. We came here to San Diego (and now Encinitas) begin our Bold New Life, which for me has meant letting go, learning to trust more, opening to new people and new experiences, living in sub-optimal conditions, and finding the gold in all of it. At ISTA, we talked a lot about love. During the second...read more
My man is in action. He’s not content with the state of things around here — we’re sleeping on the floor of a short-term unfurnished Airbnb rental that has a carpet that reeks of wet dog; our stuff is in storage; and we have nowhere near enough money in the bank account to find a new place when the term is up — so he’s on a rampage of awesome to make changes. Sure, we live in paradise. But paradise doesn’t buy food and my cancer meds and hot power yoga classes and canvases for me to paint on, things I need to...read more
Dear Lovelies, Ever have the feeling that you’ve come Home, truly Home? When you look around and sigh contentedly and ask yourself why the hell you didn’t get here sooner because this — THIS — is utterly perfect and wonderful? Just about a year ago my Kahuna and I drove west from where we’d been sweltering in the Palm Springs heat hoping for magical healing for me in a weeklong martial arts seminar, the seminar we’d saved and scraped to afford, where I spent most of the day shivering in air-conditioning and too sick...read more
Hello my lovelies, About two years ago I became intensely curious. HAD to know, once and for all, what it really meant to be a woman. I know, right? I’d been a woman all my life. I should know this stuff inside and out, like the literal back of my hand. But I didn’t. I’ll wager many of us don’t. We live in a world where being-a-woman often looks a lot like being-a-man. I knew there was a difference. I had a picture in my mind. I created this entire website around that picture — Wild Goddess Life. I wrote a wonderful...read more
If you’re following along at home, I have good news. Had a new round of scans not long ago. These things have become routine. We know the deal: where to park, what hospital entrance to go in, how to navigate the warren of labyrinthian hallways between the place you go for CT scans and the place you go for MRIs. We know where there is cell service and which receptionists are the nicest. They say once you get really familiar with something, it’s time to move on. Or maybe it’s me saying that, because I am clearly winning...read more
I’ve reframed That Which I Do into the context of art. This shift will very soon show up in a big way on my website, but for now, wouldn’t you like to hear the story? It’s been a long road getting here. Art has always been in the background for me. Lurking underneath. As a child my art-dreams got squashed in criticism and comparisons. I’m sure my father didn’t mean to beat me down, and instead was probably trying to boost my mom, but when you’re a kid and your every artistic effort gets compared to...read more
Oh god oh god oh god I’ve been lying. About my condition. To you and to myself. Sure, yes, my physical condition is better than it was. Certainly from a year ago — even from six months ago — there’s been an improvement. Big improvement. From hardly standing to yay-the-yoga. All the things I said in my last post are true. Except…I put a way more positive spin on things than was real. For many reasons, and I’ll spill them all here I promise. I need to talk about this. I really really really wanted it to be true If...read more
Hello you beauties! It’s time for a little tête-à-tête. Here, have some Valentine’s Day chocolate while I sip my tea and tell you about all the exciting things my body is doing. You may recall last fall I had scans and they were good news. Good news in my brain and good news in my bod. But here’s some stuff you don’t know, an update to the last time I wrote about this stuff: 1. I’m gaining weight. Kahuna calls me a horker. He’s kidding, of course, but weighing less than three digits was a sign of Bad...read more
Dear Sweetcake, I remember the day of your birth. You were the wild one. Somehow I knew this, and in giving birth to you I wanted nothing more than to surrender completely to the wildness within me, your fluttering bird-beating heart so close to mine, entwined by a purple pulsating cord. I went into the place all women know when they let themselves know it, the place of deep surrender. To the nurses this looked like screaming and they shushed me, afraid that the wildness — yours and mine — would frighten the woman across the hall who did...read more