Yoni eggs are beautiful crystal eggs that have a variety of incredible benefits for the women that use them.
To read about what a yoni egg is, what crystals they are made of, and a bit about the benefits, read this post!
The first step to starting your yoni egg practice is to make the decision to honor yourself in this way. Once that decision has been made, then it's time for you to buy your crystal.
I always purchase my yoni eggs, crystal wands and other goodies from Yoni Pleasure Palace. They have certified crystals and everything on their store is delicious.
When you start to explore the world of yoni eggs, you'll notice a variety of different sizes, a few different crystals and the option for a drilled and non-drilled variety.
Whatever type of crystal speaks to you is the best option. If you are needing further clarity on the different crystal properties, check out this other post for more information!
I frequently find ways to honor my body and soul. Sometimes this looks like spending several hours "getting ready" in the morning before work; I might start with meditation, jump into a bubble bath followed by slipping into lingerie and a silky robe and dancing around with a face mask on. Sometimes honoring myself can be saying no and taking time to reflect and recover if I need it. My most recent and extravagant way of honoring myself was to hold a ceremony for my menstrual cycle.
Honestly, I've been extremely out of alignment with my body for most of my life. Despite working out almost daily (and sometimes as much as twice a day!), I hated looking at my body naked. I loved to have sex fully naked, but in the dark, with all lights off, my eyes closed and a nice layer of blankets around to semi-shield direct exposure. But, above all my other body image quirks and painful self talk, nothing brought more self-loathing and disgust than my own menstrual cycle.
I have a deep, deep desire to be wanted. I couldn't always put the words to what that need was, but looking back now, I can recognize this starting as early as childhood. I needed to fit in with the kids at school, I wanted to be the popular kid, centre of attention. This flowed into when I was a young adult, always needing people to invite me and being crushed if I wasn't involved. It also showed up when I started getting attention from men.
So now, as I sit on the couch, bawling in the fetal position, at 7AM I type this. Sometimes, getting triggered to look into the trauma of my past and my shadow is fucking painful. I've hidden and pushed down so much guilt and shame in the trauma of my past. It's served me long enough, to get to this point, but there comes a day and a time where it stops serving me and gets to become medicine for myself and others. Today is that day.
While making a "sexy" playlist, dancing music to sway my hips to, I came upon a song that triggered...
I am a pleasure activist. What does that mean? To me, that means I care about and engage myself and others in things that are pleasurable. I speak, write and converse about what feels good. Sometimes I become a victim of my own need for instant gratification, like the feeling that comes when I decide to go back to bed in the morning and skip a workout. But when I really listen to what "feels good" I know that sleeping in and skipping the gym provides about ten percent of the feel good vibes I would get if I had absolute crushed a hard workout. The feeling of leaving the gym, knowing that I truly pushed myself and gave it my all has a much bigger payout.
In life, we are always looking to run towards pleasure or run away from pain. That part is human nature; all of our unconscious actions and trauma related beliefs work to shield us. I've found that when consistently searching for pleasure, I spend much less time having to run away from pain. I am able to use pleasure and what...
I lost someone close to me; back in a time when I didn't have a clue what loss was or what close to me could really mean. But, I lost someone I cared about and it broke me. Even to this day, the grooves where my emotional responses stem from, I feel the triggers lie deep. Every now and again, I will feel the emotion where logic could never be and a harmless conversation takes me to a place of guilt and deep, deep sadness.
Just over two years ago, after a brief and bright beginning of a relationship, a person I had cared about so passionately had passed. It was never fully explained to me if the passing was an accident or not, but there was always a huge level of guilt that I had felt around the situation. Close to the time of his passing, this wonderful, kind spirit had expressed his painful emotional struggle. He was going through the depths of hell and was struggling to keep going. I had been in the same place, just a few years previously, but I didn't have the language or...