11/07/2025
We are entering autumn — a season that has long been associated with harvest, gathering, and gratitude.
In centuries past, this was the time when families and communities came together to celebrate the fruits of their labor — the food grown from the earth, the warmth of togetherness, the intimacy of shared meals and shared stories.
Fall is a season of coming home to ourselves.
A season of reflection.
A season of remembering what matters.
As I enter this particular “fall season” of my life, I have been reflecting on how my life’s work has centered around reproduction — helping create life, restore hope, rebuild trust in the body’s ability to conceive and nurture.
And yet… in our modern world, especially in the medical and technological spaces I’ve occupied, reproduction has been separated from s*xuality.
Conception has become clinical.
Sterile.
Mechanized.
Stripped of the softness, the sensation, the intimacy of being alive in a body.
But at the core of human existence:
Life and s*xuality are inseparable.
To create life is to engage with eros — the energy of love, vitality, creativity, expansion.
We all exist because two cells came together in desire or longing, or curiosity, or love.
Even when conception is assisted through IVF or IUI — the blueprint of creation is rooted in connection.
And yet, we live in a society where the word s*x must still be censored.
Where pleasure is taboo.
Where embodiment is policed.
Where women are taught to shrink their desire and silence their sensuality while still being asked to produce life.
How backwards.
We have been gifted bodies — with sensation, breath, pulse, rhythm, intuition, longing, and the capacity for deep presence.
Through breath, we can guide ourselves out of survival mode and into the rest, repair, recovery, receiving state of the nervous system — the very state where reproduction and creation become possible.
From this state, the body remembers how to:
heal
restore
digest
connect
trust
open
create
The body becomes a wind instrument — resonant, rhythmic, alive.
We can hum, sing, moan, dance, drum, tremble, and feel the music of life move through us.
When we stop controlling the body, and instead inhabit it, we return to our natural state:
Pleasure. Gratitude. Creative aliveness.
This is the birthplace of:
art
love
intimacy
healing
and yes — reproduction
Erotic energy (eros simply means love of life) is not something to be suppressed.
It is the river of creativity inside us.
This fall, I am celebrating:
the body
sensation
intimacy
breath
erotic aliveness
gratitude for being human
Pleasure is your birthright.
Wellness is your birthright.
Your creative, sensual, emotional, deeply-feeling, deeply-knowing self is not a problem to solve — she is your source of power.
This season invites us to receive.
To soften.
To feel.
To be human.
To be alive.
I’ll be sharing more reflections this month on how erotic energy shows up in healing, nervous system support, creativity, fertility, and the joy of being an embodied woman.
May this season be a harvest of gratitude for your body, your breath, your being, your life.
