Reading Women Who Run With the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola-Éstes, I ponder the pain of starving our souls to death - and what it takes to recover. In this essay, originally made for my newsletter, I contemplate the fairytale of Bluebeard. What does it take to face our inner predator, and how do we find our way back to life when we have lost our way?

An introduction to my newsletter Word for Woman - letters on sexuality, shadow work and conscious relating. Why should you read it? Because you are ready to go deep; embracing your shadow sides; and step into your most sensual, luscious deep-felt self!

What does it take to forgive someone? And can we just DECIDE to forgive, or is forgiveness something that needs to arise naturally as a result of us embracing our pain? I had a chat with a friend eager to forgive, and in this essay I share my thoughts. Do you agree? Or is forgiveness something different for you?

How shadow work can help reveal subtle and unhealthy relationships dynamics – and assist us in stepping into more supportive relationships

An ode to the divine feminine essence. Exploring where and who Woman is, and how to find here in me.

A story of a very special exercise, that changed my way of being with other women. My curiosity of men and sex had seduced me into the tantric field, but once there: I realized that my most important work wasn’t with men and sex: it was in my relationship with other women.

When we forget that beauty starts within as our acceptance of who we are, and start presenting beauty as a thing that can (and even should) be created on the surface, the genuine beauty of woman is under threat of being extinguished.

I love my body hair. I love to swipe my hand above the different textures covering up my skin. If I were intimate with another woman, I would love to feel the texture of her hair too.

My personal story of an experiment I do not recommend. Unhealthy relationship patterns. Co-dependency. Love. Who is in charge of taking care of Me? I am. Always, always, always.

This is my story of how I came to be curious about my spiritual awakening, and of how a lover initiated my interest for my divine feminine essence.

My personal account of a love story that didn't end so well for me. It’s also my word of warning in using meditation as a way of emotional bypassing.

This is my story about following a path of silent meditation. The problem was that no matter how dedicated my mediation practice was, outside of retreats I continued playing out the same unconscious and problematic patterns as I had always done. This had me questioning: Are our spiritual disciplines just a way to keep our unconsciousness in check? And is it not the opposite of such a repression – to allow our unconscious patterns to play out and be acknowledged - that will actually serve to awaken us? Inspired by the Enneagram type 1.