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There was a time when I had an altar in each room, devoted to a Goddess, with fresh flowers, and burning incense, different colors, and energies. I would tend to them daily. Dancing naked in the mirror, or prostrating my forehead to the ground in front of one. I would sit a write there, naked, or draped in silk, candles and smokes burning, cards splayed out beside me, my ceramic maté cup beside me steaming with green water.
Ahhh, those were the days.
When I first moved in with Eli I recall wanting to lay in bed and have my moody Saturday once, where I draw the curtains and turn on the sound of thunder, read for hours, take a bath, self pleasure, watch a film. He was all: “Let’s get up early and have a tea ceremony and hike and go to the stream…”. I was exhausted just thinking of all of that!
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