Dear Green One,
Have you been wondering where your desire went?
Have you been trying to find it by searching your schedule,
By scanning your memories,
And by asking your partner if they feel it too?
Have you started to worry that maybe something's wrong with you?
You are not alone,
And you are not broken,
You are listening.
You are a Green One,
And that is sacred,
So take a gentle breath here,
Allow it to fill your whole body down to your pelvis and your toes.
So much of this world confuses performance with prison.
We are told we should always be ready,
Always turned on,
Always wanting,
Always available,
Completely out of context of our organic ecosystem and the conditions that we need to thrive.
But Green One,
You are not a machine.
You are not a schedule.
You are not behind.
You are organic.
You are listening.
Desire isn't always loud,
Doesn't always knock on your door,
Dramatic and dripping with heat.
Sometimes it whispers.
Sometimes it hides and waits for you to slow down enough to hear it again.
Right now,
We are doing that sacred listening together.
So let's begin with the body.
Place a hand anywhere that feels good or neutral,
Your belly,
Your chest,
Your thighs,
Your cheek.
Let your touch be soft and welcoming,
Not asking for anything and turning towards your body and asking it,
What do you want right now?
Not what you should want or what your partner wants,
Not what the version of you from last year wanted,
You right now.
Maybe your body wants stillness or movement or sound making that doesn't make sense.
Maybe your body wants warmth or witnessing or to touch other green things,
To stretch or sigh or be held with no expectation.
And maybe your body doesn't know yet,
And that's okay.
The return of desire doesn't begin with performance,
It begins with presence.
The kind of presence that says,
I'm not in a rush,
I'm willing to feel exactly what's here right now.
I trust that my body remembers and that it knows.
You don't have to chase your pleasure,
You only have to meet it where it lives,
In your skin and in your breath,
In your rhythm.
Let this be your practice today,
Not trying to force your pleasure to return,
But creating a life where it wants to,
And making space for softness,
For slowness,
For curiosity,
Sacred touch that doesn't have a goal,
For touch in relationship.
Your pleasure will return.
Not because you fought it,
Not because you fought for it,
But because you stopped running past it,
Because you turned inward,
Because you asked,
Because you listen.
Let me tell you something sacredly wild.
There are seeds buried in the soil right now that have been waiting decades to bloom.
Not weeks,
Not months,
Decades.
They are called fire followers,
Seeds that lie dormant until just the right moment,
A certain temperature,
A certain kind of smoke,
A signal from the environment that says,
Now it's safe.
Until then,
They do not sprout.
Not because they are broken,
But because they are wise.
But what if your desire isn't gone,
But like the seeds,
Waiting for the right internal conditions,
For warmth,
For softness,
For the fire to pass.
You are not too late,
Green one.
You are just exquisitely attuned.
You are a seed that knows better than to bloom before the soil is ready.
You are listening for your yes,
And when the timing is right,
Your body will know exactly what to do.
