My great work is to steward this deepening lovership with yourself. To walk alongside and reflect the beauty that already exists, ready to be alchemized into something new. To marry the mundane with the miraculous. To mine the gems from your life and plunge into the riches that are begging to be seen by you. 

My jam is putting life under a microscope, not to dissect and strip away from the larger whole, but to marvel at the wonder of what lies underneath and make it stretch into a little infinity. My specialty is knowing everything, everything is a love story waiting to be discovered. My prowess is following the exploding goosebumps of my body like antennae, my body's holy yes. My forte is building an altar to desire, to linger and lengthen desire, using is as a compass, as fuel, as it's own reward. My fluency is finding the god in the accidental slice of blade that sinks into skin while chopping vegetables, blurring the lines of pleasure and pain, reminding me of the throbbing life that runs through all of me. My art is immersing myself in the thick currents of life and being inundated by its beauty. My savvy is laying my cheek to the earth's rhythms to be moved in harmony with the pulse of divinity. My jawn is being a disciple of nuance and texture that make life so damn beautiful. These specialties only make me special in that I have devoted myself to being an apprentice to these practices. You can too.

This is a sanctuary to gain shape and lose shape, to shapeshift in companionship. A place to come to ground and begin again. A place to pluck the resonant strings of creation to compose the song of your body. This is a refuge to dip into the dark seductive mystery of potentiality, tease out a shape of your body's conversation with the universe, gift it to the world through your living flesh before dipping back into the mysteries. This is a haven to be swallowed whole by the intoxicating siren call of the moment. Give yourself over to the tumble of the wave, not knowing which way is up or down until she spits you out.

Come, sip the nectar of life, drink it in until all you see and hear and taste and feel is beauty, and proclaim 'fuck yes! more please.'

This container is part dance party, part epic ritual, part written reflections. It is all an act of listening, of shifting ecology, of composting every element, of teasing out desire, of a continuum of destruction and creation, of living interstitially. It is a spontaneous collaborative dance between you, me, and the universe between us and around us. Sometimes it will look like leaping off a cliff and other times it's gently stretching mere millimeters beyond yourself. All of you embraced.