“Spiritualizing sex is actually a movement of energy—feeling and emotion—that rises within you and moves into your sexual physicality as an alive, tender, erotic, or passionate expression. Your bodies move without inhibition so all the energy can flow out of you and between the two of you. You allow spiritual energy to express its dance through you. Sexuality can be a profound demonstration of your love and your freedom to express and bond. Spiritual sex, then, combines how you express your love with the intentions or blessings you bring to your partnership.” ~ Alexandra Katehakis
“Love is not to be found in someone else, but in ourselves; we simply awaken it. But in order to do that, we need the other person. The universe only makes sense when we have someone to share our feelings with.” ~ Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes
If I believed in god (God?)—a god—then I’d tell you that he (He?) had awakened.
I’d tell you, pressing my fingers into yours, feeling the rough calloused spots on your hands, that this god was inside me. Had come to me, filtered through me, warmed my skin and let colour flood me.
I’d tell you, looking way beyond your eyes, looking way deeper into you than anyone had looked before, that this god had kissed my soul in places I didn’t even know I had and didn’t even know I reached.
I’d tell you, my tongue quivering as the words tumble out into a messy, jumbled heap, that none of it makes sense. None of it. But it’s there. It’s how it is. This god has appeared in me and he (He?) is there and here. And near and far.
And everywhere and nowhere.
I’d feel your breath on my cheek as you inhaled me and I’d see that you would understand.
You’d gently, so tenderly, turn my hands over with yours, press your thumb into my palm and say, in a voice so quiet the insects would cease humming:
“We made it. We made it. We made it all.”
And with those words, your gentle words, I would realise that it wasn’t only god or God—or him or Him—that came to me. It wasn’t only her or Her, bathed in her divine form. It was something more. Something that words and prayers and eyes to the heavens could never answer.
With eyes locked on mine and your thumb still pressing the life into me, you explained it in a moment:
“It’s Us. All of this, it’s because We came together in this world.”
This, with tenderness and hope.
This, with eyes and sweet breaths.
This is Us.
Not us. Not we.
We did this. We made this. We. Us.
This, with thumb pressing into warm palm, is how it feels.
There’s nothing more divine than two wandering souls finding Home.
Author: Lorna Marques-Brocksopp
Assistant Editor: Hilda Carroll / Editor: Renee Picard
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