January 8, 2017
I facilitated the first group Orgasmic Yoga of the year which was also the last one of my 20s. I must say, I appreciate the practice and can get more into it and get more out of it from the communal experience – especially when I’ve been going solo for a bit. I have to be “on my game” to an extent since I’m facilitating, giving suggestions and reminders as we go along, and that helps me to stay accountable. It calls me back to my body and process when I remind everyone to breathe or shift their position or to go back to heart connections.
I’m so grateful to the students who keep coming back. I learn from them and keep being reminded of important things. There’s a vast spectrum of emotions and responses that one may experience doing the Orgasmic Yoga practice, not all of them are what we’d consider “positive,” but they are a part of the human experience. Without loss or sadness, for example, we wouldn’t be as keenly able to appreciate love and joy.
One specific thing I noted from my personal practice was the concept of edging (working up to an orgasm and backing off, then back up and backing off, and repeating however many times which can lead to a stronger, more intense orgasm). Somewhat related, this called to mind that it’s all in the the phrasing or packaging. Edging may be similar to, or at least it lives on the same spectrum, as building up to arousal. Maybe building up to arousal would be considered one level, cycle, step (?) where as edging implies several steps up and several back. I’m going to keep mulling on that one. It’s not fully fleshed out, but I think there is something there.
January 9, 2017
My ninth practice made me laugh. I love when I have a sense of humor with myself about myself. Before I settled down into my practice, I watched a couple videos from the Orgasmic Yoga Institute that got me thinking. Let’s just say an experiment with clothespins didn’t quite go the way I may have wanted. All is well, but that was funny. Luckily there are other places to put clothespins. (*cough* nipples *cough*) I wanted to try something sensation based that wasn’t a part of my usual go-to. And I did. Also I danced for a bit.
The practice, moving, dancing, has me more alert, more in my body. It more or less nipped my snippy mood in the bud. I was hangry earlier and it carried on way longer than it needed to. Self-care and self-awareness take many forms, sometimes as simple as eating something. You’d think I’d remember that one.
If you have any encouraging things to say to help me stay motivated, or suggestions of intentions to focus on, please let me know in the comments!