Lovemaking as a form of Healing

Love-making is a form of healing I’ve been blessed to know. From years of accumulated shame, and times of being disconnected from my desires and from my body, it has taken a complete overhaul of what I used to believe sex to be.

I never knew how much I craved intimacy, how much I wanted to be awestruck and cherished, how much I enjoyed being worshipped, or how much I valued romance. This unravelling called the most trusted parts of myself forward.

There is no blame here for my past, the truth is I never looked at myself to deepen my skills as a lover. It is easy to be “good in bed” but it requires growth to be a devoted, mind-blowing lover.

I had to learn. Learn how to slow down, take my time, and draw pleasure from giving pleasure. Learn how to make every moment matter, not giving more importance to any specific moment. And more than that, I had to paint a new picture of what I yearned for.

Have you been touched by worshipping hands? Ones that see divinity in the waves of your pleasure, free from goal-oriented pursuits but here for the journey? Ones that are made of devotion to the Feminine?

As I experienced my partner worshiping me, I was inspired to learn the art of making love. Feeling the kind of connection a waterfall feels to gravity. The force that measures up to mountains forming or a rose blossoming.

The healing happened when I remembered to appreciate, protect, and honour the very thing I took for granted. Love.