I had become extraordinarily good at tending to everyone but myself.

motherhood, raising a child with significant needs, the uncertainties of military life, years of accommodating and overriding my body to keep relational harmony, had left me living in an increasingly tense body.

I had lost touch with my erotic self.

and then something happened that disrupted the life I knew. an unexpected encounter became the initiation to find my way back to my sensual self.

to let the soft animal of my body love what it loves. to let myself experience pleasure and rest. to undo old beliefs about what it means to be good. to discover who I was beneath the roles I had become so good at inhabiting.

today, I am a Somatic Sexologist and Certified Sexological Bodyworker, CSB. my practice is an expression of my fascination with the body, the human animal, sexuality and the extraordinary possibilities of embodied living.

If I could gather anyone around my dinner table, I'd invite Anaïs Nin, Carl Jung, Alan Watts and, quite possibly, King Arthur. There would be spaghetti, plenty of red wine and poetry long into the night.

in my purse I always carry lip gloss, readers, rose essential oil and The Magician tarot card.

here's to a future that's just a wee bit sexy.

wild grace,

Eva