Amy W's blog

There is More Wisdom in Your Body Than in Your Deepest Philosophy

Sun, 04/16/2017 - 14:17
Submitted by Amy W

I’m just barely back from the out-of-this-world experience of a Bodysex workshop. It’s an incredible honor to facilitate, to witness profound change and re-birth. All my new sister goddesses and I felt so very soul-full in the end. We made heartfelt connections, where just the day before we were strangers.

The five women all seemed, at first, to be struggling under different circumstances, working on different things. Divided by geography and profession, economics and age, we soon realized we were more connected than any of us knew. While we each have our own stories, we recognized some of ourselves in each other. Similarities emerged as the struggles were shared, and we were drawn together and inward, supporting and supported.

I Had Put Myself in a Box

Mon, 04/03/2017 - 13:32
Submitted by Amy W

To feel confident and sexy. To feel desired and desirous. This is the gift Betty Dodson has given me. And I am not only forever grateful.

I am impassioned about sharing this beauty and this work with all the other women who think they see blue, but still see gray. All the other women who think they’re whole, but who are too busy to reclaim their own sensuality. The women who are too anxious to embrace pleasure for themselves, because they’re too busy providing it to their husbands, partners, children and friends. The women who feel too fat, too fluffy, too anything and everything to feel deserving of self-love and the freedom that makes me walk through life differently than I did before.
Removing the veil didn’t happen in a single day.

I Should Feel Guilty For Wanting More…

Mon, 01/30/2017 - 07:54
Submitted by Amy W

It’s not easy to unmask yourself. To choose the fire of truth and admit to failure, to fling yourself blindly off the cliff not knowing what lies below. But the alternative, the façade of wholeness and stability now felt suffocating. Unbearable. Like a too tight shirt in the stifling heat of summer. Can’t breathe. Here’s Part 1 of my own unmasking.

It’s hard to come to terms with.