#3 WLFC- N the waiter and "making love to life"
Part 2 of my spontaneous night
Dear sister,
What do you think of when I say the words “Make love to life?”
The phrase has always struck a cord with me and folks have even used it to describe their feelings after a BODY ART activation.
As of late, I’ve been musing more about what this phrase truly means to me when I say it, and a big a-ha came to me.
Making love to life is when you let Life move inside of you.
In essence, it’s exactly how it sounds. If Feminine energy is the Body and the Masculine is Consciousness, then when the penetration of the human masculine is swapped out with the penetration of consciousness itself, then you allow life to move inside of you, energetically, cosmically.
And what does that look like at its highest expression?
It looks just like great lovemaking! It’s a surrender, a receptivity, and an open heart-pussy connection that leads to so much pleasure, intimacy, and abundance. Before you know it, you’re dripping with life force just as you literally would after a g-spot orgasm. Not to mention you might just be giggling with delight at all the blessings that Sky Daddy is raining down on you!
You know you’re making love to life, when life more often than not is flowing beautifully, with synchronicity, and that even when upsets happen, you know it’s all redirects toward your Highest Good. You radically trust. And it all flushes itself out eventually. Usually sooner than you thought.
You’re along for the experience and you’re all the way present. You also have a radiance about you, your body weight and shape may actually shift to reflect your body’s ideal homeostasis, you feel peace, you’re more creative, people just want to be around you, your sex drive is strong, and money flows in with so much ease.
Does it sound too good to be true?
It’s not babe, it’s not. But does that mean it always feels amazing, knock-your-socks-off? Again, just like sex, no.
Sometimes you get out of sync. And sometimes you realize that you feel empty and this is when you know something is very, very in need of tending because you don’t feel the love anymore. You’re no longer making love; you’re not fucking either. You’re just not even there.
In that same breath, to make love to life is to BE IN THE BODY. Because making love to life is simply allowing life to move inside of you because you are a conduit for life itself. Life wants to fill you up. However life wants to express itself, you, the Feminine, are the vessel.
Sometimes that love-making is gentle, sometimes releasing with tears, or fuck me to God, or laughing like a child. To make love to life is to be all the way Alive and experience all degrees of human emotions WITHOUT leaving your body.
Thus, making love to life requires an open heart, and the heart and pussy are connected. In fact, cervical orgasms are said to directly tap the heart. A closed pussy is a closed, fearful heart, most likely due to trauma (I recommend the book Pussy: A Reclamation by Regena Thomashauer).
Yet if we can move through our pain and open our hearts to trust life and sometimes the literal Masculine again, then life pours in. And the more your pussy is open to receiving, the more pleasure and abundance you're capable of receiving and the more penetration you can take (literally and figuratively).
Open open open
Deeper deeper deeper
More more more
This brings me to N, the waiter...
In my last email, I told ya’ll about the hot waiter who called me back after my sister left my number on her receipt. Our date didn’t start until 10:30 pm and I got to bed at 4 am, despite having a 10-hour drive ahead of me back home to Pittsburgh.
So, I left off with N on the edge of kissing me. Our bodies turned towards each other. My leg on his knee. In a booth against a wall. Pillows all around, not to mention a lounge bar full of people.
And then with a boyish grin on his face, he kissed me. But he didn’t just kiss me, he KISSED me. You know when a kiss just blows you backward and you instantly realize why the chemistry was SO fire SO quick?
Yeah, that kinda kiss. Or should I say kisses?
There’s something so attractive about a man who isn’t afraid to show affection in public, am I right? I looked around the room maybe once, and he coyly called me out, but then continued on like I was a sweet cocktail on the menu.
And after that, I honestly did not care who looked. Because quite frankly, we were just making out, and anyone who would have looked at us sideways was probably just jealous for their lack of sex or lack of ability to let go of fucks given.
Needless to say, I told him I was going to combust if we didn’t go for a walk. He thought my use of “combust” was very cute and telling of my intelligence and he immediately said, “Check please!”
I don’t recall looking at anyone when we walked out. I didn’t care what they thought of us. N grabbed my hand and we walked down King Street making out the entire way. At one point he said, “I make you feel 22 again, don’t I?” He was right! (And no, he’s not 22). So naturally, I put on Spotify and played “22” by T-Swift and danced down the sidewalk at 1am on a Thursday night.
It feels like a perfect night
For breakfast at midnight
To fall in love with strangers
Yeah, we're happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time
It's miserable and magical, oh yeah
Tonight's the night when we forget about the deadlines
It's time, oh-oh
I don't know about you
But I'm feeling 22
Everything will be alright if
You keep me next to you
You don't know about me
But I'll bet you want to
Everything will be alright if
We just keep dancing like we're 22
I’m going to leave the night there because this ain't Only Fans, but needless to say, I’m so excited to see N again when I get back!
I can hardly believe Spirit put him in my life just hours before I had to leave for 12 days, but then again, I’m so grateful I leaned in. I’m so grateful I got curious as to why he was in my life. I guess I’m still figuring that out.
The point is, THIS is making love to life. This is opening your heart and seeing what life has in store for you.
Who or what wants to come in if you just let it?
Are you open to the unfolding?
Like a rose constantly revealing petal after petal with every step you take, with every deliberate yes or no thank you. This way of living can’t think too far into the future because it doesn’t exist in that space.
It exists in the embodied here and now.
In the choices that open to you as you open to them.
Love-making with life is con-sensual, and it can’t wait to penetrate you exactly how you want it.
So, how does that sound? Does making love to life make more sense now? I welcome comments and have SO loved hearing from y'all!
With love from Pittsburgh,
