There is nothing more intimidating and, simultaneously, exhilarating than the blinking cursor on a blank page.

{Ok, yes, yes, there are many things in this world that are far more intimidating, but I’m WRITING here, so stay with me.}

Now, where were we?

Ah, yes.

The INTIMIDATION and EXHILARATION of possibility.

A wayward portal into the primal and the profane.

An invitation, if you will, to trek your truth across an emptiness that exists solely to be filled.

Filled with what?

Well, therein lies the rub.

Because within this spaciousness of infinite potentiality, the magic is completely up to you.

Which is where the intimidation comes in.

But, it is all up to YOU.

Which is, of course, also where the exhilaration comes in.

{Yes, yes, I just ended two sentences with “in”. And there goes a third. Ha!! But, I’m WRITING here.}

I’ve recently discovered a new level to this elixir of discomfort and pleasure:

An almost completely and utterly empty shop.

MY shop.

As in, you now have only ONE way to work with me.

And while the EAE opens this weekend and a few other magical playgrounds will be coming this year, right now…

There is only one.

I haven’t had only one program open since like 2014 or 2015.

And it feels…

Weird.

I’ve been noticing all these aspects of my identity that had become tied up in having this large library of offers at all times.

And I loved it while I loved it… and it was the THING while it was the THING…

But there came a time when I could no longer deny the calling of God in the night.

When I could no longer convince myself that what once WAS, is still now what IS.

{Yes, yes, grammar rules be damned!! I have things to SAY here!!}

And it is within this void… within this quagmiric evocation of life itself… that I have been laid bare.

To you?

Eh, maybe.

But really?

To myself.

I am SEEING and FEELING and, above all, RESENSITIZING to the magic as me.

To GOD as me.

I am leaning into the mystery and remembering I always knew how to breathe under water.

I always knew how to see in the dark.

As do you.

So when the time comes {and, mayhap this IS that time}, here is your invitation:

Let it swallow you whole.

Not just the limbs.

Not just the raw edges of you.

Allow yourself to become so submerged in the madness of soul that you have no choice but to remember who the fuck you are and RISE.

Because you, too, have things to say.

And it just might be your time to say them.

As always…

Here’s to your untaming,

N

P.S.:

The Erotic Abolitionism™ Experience is coming in hot AF for all my Melanated Medicine Kin.

Are you one of us?

If so, get your gorgeous Melanated ass on the waitlist posthaste.

Because doors open for presale on Saturday, July 1st.

And to the public on Monday, July 3rd.

Warning:

This is not for beginners and this is not for the faint of soul.

Just sayin…

Let’s get wild.

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