Sigh...
I’ve been listening to some soulful Navajo flute music lately and it is saturating my brain into mind-numbing enervation. Help! Don’t get me wrong I loooooove this music it’s just that the same CD has been playing over and over for the past 24 days on my CD player at home. I gotta get some new sounds in my head quick. Give me some serious hardcore Fat Joe, wo-man. I need to feel the hard beat of life in the form of words and throb, in music against my skin. Oh, I know, I’ll just run over to the studio and take class!

What never ceases to amaze me is that every week I come to class and move my "S", I learn more about my Erotic Creature. Or maybe it’s more apt to say I learn more about my authentic self as a woman. It’s as though as I evolve in the outside world I also evolve in class getting to know this sensual, alive, curvy side of myself even more. Or wait, maybe it is the other way around, as I evolve further into my feminine body I grow more as a woman in the outside world. Yes, now that sounds more like it. I seem to have more patience, more compassion and empathy, more understanding of the intricacies of the dynamic between the him's and the her's in the world. I breathe deeper and smile more often. I feel an uncanny sense of my feminine power no matter where I go and that could only have come from...my woman being found. Sigh...smile...ahhhh...