Purity

Such a loaded word.

One I dare not define.

I reflect upon the experience of shame many of us have carried around our body and sexuality.

I reflect upon the rise of the feminine and movements of liberation from inequality and repression.

I reflect upon the distortions of religious doctrines that have been woven into the fabric of our lives.

I reflect and I see. All veils of illusion are shared. Viewed through our unique designs.

Purity has become a pathway home for me. One I never imagined I would take. With valleys and climbs only to be described through my heart, hands and eyes.

There is no comparison. No judgment. No shame. Only truth.

The more I release, the more I revive. Each time I surrender, I am purified.

I captured this photo while in Mexico. Naked with Her lily exalted in hand. Signifying a new chapter of my life. A sexual reclamation for the Most High.

The path of purification I chose to walk this incarnation has been scary and painful. It is also on this path that I met the everlasting love of the Divine.

I have been guided by purity to minimalism, sobriety and most recently, celibacy.

As someone who has historically been out and proud as a free spirited queer, my commitment to this path has been no walk in the park. I have surprisingly faced the same shame-based thinking patterns and struggle for acceptance as I did 5 years ago when I left AA and claimed a non-monogamous lifestyle.

Y’all. That’s saying something. Conditioning is everywhere. Attachment to right and wrong is an insidious and pervasive affliction. I was no more or less valid in my experience at 28 than I am now at 33. All paths have brought me here. All paths lead to the same destination. We need only trust our inner compass and stand in our truth.