My passion grew from a deep desire. A desire to be me, to enjoy life, to receive, be clumsy and play. A desire to fill with so much joy for living that it would naturally overflow into my surroundings.

 

My passion also grew from pain and anger. Pain during sex, pain for ignoring my truth in search of appreciation from the other, the boundaries I could not speak, not understanding my sexuality. 

 

And anger, that there are still so many taboos about our bodies, our natural way of being. That sexuality gets so locked up inside social or personal belief systems that we become unable to show ourselves authentically and that there are so few places where we can openly and safely explore all this.

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My passion believes! It believes that things can be different. It believes in the language of our body, in the road of least resistance, in healing pleasure, in our natural state that wants to live, grow, move and play, in permission and space to 'be'.

 

It beliefs that things can be different, if we are prepared to look deep within, to the beauty of our power and the hidden treasures of our struggles. When we somatically feel and trust that all dances within the balance of life.