even a scream. Ideas and life are created from your vagina and your throat.
Your vagina and throat are expressions of what you birth—mentally, physically,
spiritually, emotionally. Armed with this information, I began to see my sacred
space as the portal of all life and a way to manifest or birth my dreams.
One day while I was home alone, I lit three candles, played some relaxing
music, and undressed. I sat naked on the floor with a mirror in front of me
and scanned my body with the intent of truly recognizing and understanding
the physical parts which only received a cursory glance from me from time to
time. Until that moment, my washcloths and toilet paper had come in contact
with this part of me more than my eyes ever had. I perused my body: my full
breasts, the curve of my womb, acquired scars, and then all the way down to the
brown-pink colors of my labia, where I surveyed and explored. I wondered how
my vagina felt about itself, so I listened to it. And that, too, is a powerful thing.
“She” will talk to you and let you know when something isn’t right.
When you’re not supposed to be with someone or someone is not supposed to
breach that sacred space, she will dry up in a hot minute and make it difficult on
both levels. Even the editor of this magazine, upon reading this article before it
went to press, shared a story with me of the time that she wanted to be with one
guy, but he brought his friend and insisted that she sleep with him, too. That
was not what she wanted, but her self-esteem was so low, she tried. Fortunately,
“she” dried to the point that no one was able to have sex with her that night.
Energy follows thought—and her mind knew what they demanded wasn’t what
she wanted, and “she” listened and accommodated, protecting her to a certain
degree because “she” was able to put a voice to the woman’s “No.”
While deep in meditation, a sense of beauty rushed over me. I felt a warmth
that was like the sun coming from behind the clouds. A type of heat came over
me that made my heart sing. Within myself, I could feel the presence of past
partners. In silence, I felt the spirit of them. I began to feel the energy of them
being released from my energy.
I was compelled to speak to my womb:
“I pray for the healing, transformational and creative power of you. I pray that
we stay aligned with the moon. I pray that we are healed and that all energy that
enters and exits you is cleansed and given life. I apologize for hurting you. I
apologize for not honoring you. Thank you for being a source of pleasure. I am