Arts, Activism, Awakening in Mind, Body, and Spirit. You may have noticed that ArousedWoman Blog has been a bit sparse lately. ME, MY BREASTS, and I. I always hated my breasts. For most of my life that was all I was.

A few words on the sensuality of life. We Watched A Falling Star. When I loved you,. Years ago in a Northern hamlet. Constructed from an ancient narrative;. Like the Buddhist statues at Bamiyan. That star fall together,. One night when we sat. In thoughtful companionship by the lake edge. Deer crept stealthily through the pines behind us.

Sleep If You Want To. Synchronised, Almost, Ten Minutes Behind. On Coming Down From This Cloud. On Willow Bud In A Winter Spell. On Willow Bud In A Winter Spell. I was torn between worlds. Needed a nudge of another. I grew wings to fly. My wings I now realise. Had been there the whole time. I was caught in the headlights. Hit by a fast car. Hitting my head and soul on the side of the road.

Can I meet myself in every moment? Even when it stings and my body cracks,. As the moisture gently runs a stream out from openings I knew not of. Meeting creator and created, happened through haphazard hubris at times. Meeting me, in my languid sheath as I am,. A bloody maze of dark disparate silken threads,. Takes an audacious wild heart. When I meet her, I wonder what I would say? And b.