Lately I’ve been feeling like the only way to combat the discomfort of this strenuous soul squirming, slightly psychologically disturbing unraveling of my old self, is with a whole lot more love. Yes, with the approaching darkness and cool nights, there is an overall shedding away of painful parts of myself that some other succulent part of me is just dying to hold on to. Dying to hold on to? That’s a bit of a paradox. It’s just dying away, all of it.
You know what I’m going to fill that space up with? Self-love. A whole night of Tantric self-love.
Here is how you can have one too!
Create a Sacred Space
Have your altar display all of your most sacred and ceremonial objects and tools. Mine has everything – from my Norse Goddess st...