Menu

Why do I believe this?
Because I feel it ...

View
Open
Why do I believe this? Because I feel it singing in my bones, the way I soften to them. The way my sex is vibrant in all I create. The contented sigh of breath that knows me to be “home” within this flesh. The sense of aliveness and ripples of pleasure that are most deliciously and most simply present. That intimately knows the morning bird chorus, the hum of the bee as I know my own heartbeat. Life. A pulsation of life that effortlessly breathes ... into ALL. Yes there is grief, and loss, sorrow ... but my sexuality welcomes each with Tenderness. Nothing is too much or not enough. Releasing our limiting perspectives that constrict our sexual self to the “act of sex” unleashes our wild and creative to manifest itself in ALL areas of our life. To gently hold our shame, our trauma ... To lovingly self soothe our fears that source our disconnect, allows our sexual self to emerge and flourish. Our judgments and labels of gender, the expectations to perform... dissolve into insignificance. To know ourselves beyond the act of sex as a sexual being, is our ultimate expression of freedom 💕

I was called to share this conversation quite some...

View
Open
I was called to share this conversation quite some time ago but I felt I didn’t quite have the courage. The courage to stand up as a voice for our ancient traditions. Last night it stirred me from my sleep and so I took pen to paper. With an amazing, much-needed increase of body mind medicine, the term somatics, for example has become very popular. Please believe me. I have the upmost respect for somatics and its gifts to our modern day world. Alongside terminology such as mindfulness, it has opened doorways to those who maybe feel resistant to say, meditation. However, when exploring into the methods taught and shared within somatics, sexual somatics and many of the leading psychology experts that have adapted their science to meet and integrate a body approach. Many are tantric yoga meditations and practices to support a gentle inquiry into a life of embodiment, wholeness, sensation and pleasure. So why not just say?? I am aware that Tantra, has been misunderstood in western culture as a tool to fabulous sex. But still, until others speak out, how will that mis- interpretation change? It is like taking a masterpiece of music, the beautiful harmonies, the way it touches and reaches into soul. And re-creating it , maybe with an overlay of a bit of rap and calling it our own masterpiece. Not naming the original artist. Because of ancient Eastern philosophies, we in western culture have these magnificently rich methods that support us to flourish in wholeness, in life, body and sensations ... including yes, sex. I believe it is respectful, to declare, for example “this modern day methodology is a blend of Tantric yoga and science. But not to rename it just to meet the masses. I feel we tend to be a throw away culture without respect of elders, tradition and its rituals. Why “rob” what is wholesome and dismiss the rest? Where is the honour for those who walked before us and gifted us with these life expanding pathways. The joy we feel when we say “this is my grandmother‘s recipe of apple pie. I have changed it a little but I think she would love it.” Ancient traditions and philosophy are no different to Grandma’s apple pie.

We spend so much time and resources “trying” ...

View
Open
We spend so much time and resources “trying” to fix parts of us, that we feel to be broken. Yet when we get out of the way, stop trying so hard to fix or MAKE happen ... When we don’t judge or shame where we are and instead choose to gently breathe into where we are. There is space and an inner sigh of internal silence. It is within that space that our sex and creativity can simply and most deliciously flower ... Our body knows what to do ... it just asks we stop probing, fixing, demanding, trying, and resisting. Our sex and creativity thrives with playful flow not force 💕

I have not been held for so very long, that today ...

View
Open
I have not been held for so very long, that today as I lay upon the Earth in the glorious spring sun, I felt my whole body sigh deeply. A surrender of flesh and blood, of bones and heart into the arms of a devoted lover. In all her strength she rose up to embrace me. Unraveling.... Years of “self holding” tightly woven to keep me together, to keep “safe” ... undone. Absorbed into her forgiving soil. Unexpressed tears came as Relief. Peace as silent as holy prayer. I was home 💕

I always feel this as a irritable discomfort. As ...

View
Open
I always feel this as a irritable discomfort. As though it is keeping the edges of me, from breathing and being natural ... from expanding into more-ness, as life desires us to. Like old jeans that were a dream to slip on at 24 and felt fantastic, now feeling a squeeze and just not fitting who I am, or doing me any favours. Our habitual patterns, routines and structures. Our worn out beliefs, our “taught” untruths. Our thoughts, are like those jeans. There are many, many vows I took as a child, teenager, lover and mother. Powerful ones. And many coats of beliefs I carried as my own, through my days because “they said say so” and hey they “knew best.” And yes, many of those served a valid purpose THEN. But what once we created to keep us safe, begins to keep us small. We splinter our power and not only does Life become stagnant and dull, we feel stagnant and dull on the inside. Until we have the courage to question ... ❤️ Does this thought/ action move me forward to where I want to be, to who I know myself to be ... or keep me stuck? ❤️ Does this thought feel truth in my heart, fill me up and inspire me? Or does it weaken me? ❤️ Does this belief inspire me to be the best I am or crush me small? ❤️ Does my life feel creative and inspired? ❤️ Do I feel alive or am I living with the ghosts of my yesterday‘s? Sometimes we HAVE TO withdraw... Claim ourselves back. Honour. Accept. Grieve. Let go. Rest. Restore. Integrate. And be PLAYFUL with the new. Returning from our solitude and tender listening ... with not just perfectly fitting fabulous jeans but sparkly “fuck off” amazing boots to match 💕

Your inner alchemy is not something anyone can do ...

View
Open
Your inner alchemy is not something anyone can do for you. Although life‘s pains and trauma may have been the consequences of the external world and another, the power to heal is not separate from you but in YOU. For so long, I waited for permission from those I loved and respected, to be me. Or for them to “reward” me with “earned” kindness or love ... Or waited for them to change or show up for me as the relationship role prescribed. I was giving my self away by waiting! Our poison becomes our medicine. Our restrictions our freedom. Our tender meeting of our wounds,the doorways beyond its prison. It is a powerful realisation, that others cannot give us what we feel to be missing or “give back” the parts of us, we believe that they took away. No other can fix us. Nor do they have YOUR answer. An alchemist is someone who has transformed her own poison into her own medicine and therefore the energy of her internal alchemy is a catalyst for others. Her voice is authentic truth, not intellect learnt and certificated. It is primal, lived, raw and wild wisdom. I believe we can offer others possibilities to explore, methods to curiously play with, open hearts to hold and ears to truly listen. I believe we can inspire with our journeys, shine soothing rays of warm light when courage and hope has faded. We can offer an environment of kindness where all parts are welcome, seen, known, heard LOVED and met. After all these years of constantly and consistently showing up for myself, unfolding into the multifaceted expressions of the woman I am. My advice is not to throw your power away to “the other to fix” shedding the responsibility of your journey into the hands of another. Part of you needs to not just half baked believe you are the answer... we need to EXPERIENCE our self as the answer. Be supported, yes! Be guided, yes! Be held, yes! Be heard, yes! Be loved. Hell yes! But your greatest challenge IS your greatest healing and your greatest gift to self. Do not give the power of your inner alchemy away, for it will only ever feel halfway there and the external search in other, will still howl its internal hunger 💕

I remember a time when the magic of “self ...

View
Open
I remember a time when the magic of “self inquiry” was such an addictive thrill. These new concepts beyond what had imprisoned me as a wild bird, exciting. The results, ecstatic ripples of such moorish freedom, that I never considered the importance of creating a nest. But these fragile new seeds of experience had nowhere to land and so they were not fully lived. When we are responsible for the growth of any life form it is our nature to desire to support that growth as tenderly as we can. To ensure that life force has all it needs to flourish, whether that be a flower or a child. We prepare the immediate environment as consciously as a bird with her nest. We ensure there is nourishment, nurturing, silence, warmth, darkness and light. We ensure the flower or child knows all parts of him are welcome, accepted, supported and loved at each stage of its development. That the chaos and deconstruction of growth feels as safe as the silent, still and subtle. In creating my own space over the years, I have insured that my nervous system has a place to come down from its old habitual patterns. That I offer myself solitude and silence and feel at ease in that necessary aloneness to listen. That I open my arms, my heart, to all parts of who I am, as I would for my daughter and my sons. I take time each morning to enter the world. I know I cannot wake and burst into the busyness of the day for I will feel flighty and anxious. I know the beginning of each day needs to be a slow, gentle, tender immersion into the world with tea and chocolate :) All growth needs its own nest. All growth needs solid and rich land. All growth is movement and yet silent and still. All growth asks we do not push into our expectations of time. Before we dive into any inner alchemy this needs to be in place. What do you do to ensure your environment is supportive to your needs? That it feels welcoming to all parts of you to be present? That the nest for the intimate exploration of the powerful sexual and sensual you is loving and safe? 💕

We have become so accustomed to the loud, the ...

View
Open
We have become so accustomed to the loud, the fast, the busy, the drama. Our ability to notice our subtle world is lost to us. In silence, there is not emptiness. Not at all. Within silence, awaits an Aladdin‘s Cave of all our most pleasurable sensations. The power of our innocent sexuality. Our creative whispers. When we can be at ease with silence, without reaching outwards to fill it with noise or distractions, we create for ourselves a container. A welcome environment to come back to and attend to our inner alchemy. In silence we offer ourselves, listening, non-judgement, kindness, love, understanding, that we may not have received when we needed it most. In silence we heal from the past ensuring that all that happened is no longer a felt happening. Our nervous system is offered an invitation to drop down and drop in, allowing an unbinding of fraught, life limiting tension. But how? How to enter silence, when we have perceived the quiet to be full of waiting ghosts. Become accustomed to constant stimulation. Moments. Simply taking moments. It would overwhelm us, to take to a silent retreat. To flip without care, from one extreme to the other. But to dip into the still pool in the middle and submerge gradually ... gently. Bathing in moments of self soothing silence. Those moments will organically linger and unfold into unmeasured breath and time, where we naturally are drawn by desire to come “be” ... come restore our soul, our body, tenderly embraced in the rich alchemy of silence.

Silence has been my faithful companion this past ...

View
Open
Silence has been my faithful companion this past year. Last April, overnight my life was stripped bare of all I knew and I found myself in a life I did not recognise. A new home. A new town. Without any of my children since first becoming a mum at 18. No routine to anchor me or normalise what I would otherwise find overwhelming. No client sessions and no familiar faces. I was alone with silence. It is curious our resistance to silence. How we have habitually learnt to fill up what appears to be empty with meaningless noise and doing. Yet I felt held and comforted in its limitless presence. And the more I softened into its stillness, the more I was welcomed into the depths of its secrets. My body unravelled and surrendered there was no thing for me to do. I was asked to rest and restore from the chapters past and gift myself permission to immerse into unmeasured time and all I found there. Silence was here as a Cocoon through the emotions of this transition from full-time mum to a new era of womanhood, from hometown to Newtown. To let go. To allow grief, loss, acceptance and celebration. To know myself a new. It felt this time I could not carry on from old to new overnight. I had to take time out and pause. The value of silence during this time of transition has been essential to all parts of my well-being and growth. Too often we muddle and push through transitions in life, of which there are many. When we keep calm and carry on without pausing we deny ourselves the gifts and wisdom that this life experience is bringing to us. We deny ourselves from totally feeling how this feels. Mourning and celebrating what has passed, knowing we are not leaving anything or anyone behind, but allowing all to be where it belongs on the timeline of our life. When we keep calm and carry on, we disconnect to enable us to cope and in disconnecting from our self and our feelings we disconnect from our sense of aliveness. Continued in comments 💕

Melting into silence.
My body sighs.
...

View
Open
Melting into silence. My body sighs. It’s tightly bound form unravels. The edges of who I am, are limitless. Silence beckons me. A wanton lover & to it, I yield. Devoured in silence. I dissolve. Michelle K Roberton 💕

In a world of noise, where do you go for silence? ...

View
Open
In a world of noise, where do you go for silence? All our knowing of “self”. Our individuality, our passions and dreams, our unique medicine, waits patiently in the depths of our being. Getting there is not “too hard”. It is the “not listening” to self, that begins to create sticky unfulfilling dull patterns that strangles our lust for life. Often this means we have to turn away from the constant stream of man made noise. The distraction of the world and others. For with all its voices and opinions, we become too cloudy to hear our own. Stepping away to breath, to see beyond, to listen “inwards”, enables us to return to the crowd, rich and full of life ... nourished by a sense of responsibility and care for self. In silence we gather the creative fire to go our hearts way 💕 @bethflynnartwork

There is nothing as delicious as a dose of ...

View
Open
There is nothing as delicious as a dose of flirting to keep our relationships and sex alive and nourished ... In this fabulous conversation the gorgeous Cate Mackenzie, playfully reminds us of the value of flirting, play and joy in our lives … creating irresistible invitations for richer relationships and sex. Perfect to listen to with a cup of tea and a slice of something naughty 💕 @catelovecoach Brighton Talks Sex available in bio, iTunes and Spotify 💕

In a world that is in constant change and ...

View
Open
In a world that is in constant change and adjustment, how do we maintain that we do not get distracted with external fear or our reaction to chaos. Being grounded is a term often used and yet one, we can assume we are, without actually ENSURING we are. How we spend our day is an important reflection and requires a “tool kit” in maintaining our roots to secure we do not get easily misled, distracted, or buy into others beliefs or chaos as our own. Our roots need a healthy relationship with our sex, our body, our self care, money, our belonging, our survival, our needs around security... home. But is analysing and taking all these pieces apart with conversation the answer. I believe not. For analysing, thought, conversation takes us further into “air” into head ... I believe the simplistic answer is to kindly feel into your body ... immersing into each breath as a wave ... Beginning with the navel ... the centre of you. In the womb the navel was the centre of your existence, your source of life, your source of nourishment. Your connection to all you needed to survive and thrive. There was no thought ... simply the connection with the pulsation of life through your umbilical ... your navel. Upon waking before entering the world and before you get out of bed, breath and soften into your navel ... notice the rise and fall. During your day, when you walk, bring all of your awareness into your navel as you walk ... feel the difference walking IN the world, from your centre. Upon sleep ... put yourself home, back to centre with the rise and fall of unravelling breath. Your day will change, your sleep will change ... your moving will change ... your interactions will change ... as you live your life from your body and not your head 💕

Body love is the most enriching, life changing ...

View
Open
Body love is the most enriching, life changing gift we can gift to give ourselves. It changes our world internally and externally. It changes the way we relate with not just our self but life and those around us. It opens our world of sensation up and gives our “ sexy’” roots to expand from. In this brave podcast the gorgeous Sophie shares with me, her journey home from self sabotage and trauma, back to her skin and bones … and the deliciousness of her sexy.💕 It’s Friday, a perfect time to pour yourself a glass and listen to Brighton Talks Sex “My journey back to body & Sex” on Spotify, iTunes. Podcast link in bio 💕

Your breath is a gentle kiss of devotion, between ...

View
Open
Your breath is a gentle kiss of devotion, between your body & the Universe 💕

After years of exploring my way back to bones, to ...

View
Open
After years of exploring my way back to bones, to flesh and not just knowing, but feeling I belonged here in this breath, in this body, I understand where that un-ease of not being safe or belonging comes from. I desire to gently hold your hand and share those stepping stones … back to you. 💕 My new gift to you has arrived in the world ... full of heart, compassion and tenderness ... an offer to explore a new relationship of love with your body. An interactive video course for anyone with a body! Includes 16 videos of simplistic steps to integrate into the busiest of daily life. 3 audios plus an audio bonus. And 30 minutes of personal chat time with me for extra support or guidance. Your investment: £147 for lifetime access and a lifetime of love for your body 💕 All Interactive video courses available by following link in bio 💕

The wound. A void of significant pain that we may ...

View
Open
The wound. A void of significant pain that we may choose to run away from and deny from every mountain top that exists. Living a life that constantly trips us up With its mirrors and so we exhaust ourselves with new tactics of distraction and up the game of blame and projection. Or our wound is our identity, our focus. We place all our attention and energy on this part of our being that we deem as broken and declare to all around us, that it will take a Lifetime, if not many to fix. And yet the wound asks for neither of these approaches. It does not desire to be unheard, buried deep, disowned. Nor does it desire to be poked and prodded and classified the problem of all problems. When we think of a wound on our skin, we do not keep picking at it as we know it will get worse, and we know to cover it up won’t offer It healing either. If we create an environment around the wound, of care, love, listening, attentiveness, nonjudgement, no demands, no pressure. Yet gentle encouragement, the wound feels hurt, met. It has space to be breathe . Our wounds are not excuses for us not to show up, to be fully alive in the world. Our wounds are not our stories to keep and define ourselves by. Our wounds only ask we own them, we hear them, and with that unique medicine known only to our heart, we grow 💕

Belonging ~
To belong is a human desire, which...

View
Open
Belonging ~ To belong is a human desire, which grows in its intensity, the further we move away from being in relationship with our body 💕 Written by Michelle K Roberton@ www.michelleroberton.com 💕

How Am I Feeling?

What do these four ...

View
Open
How Am I Feeling? What do these four words do to my world when I let them close? This question, so simple unfolds a journey of magic. It provokes me often with a gnarly brittle finger … and sometimes with the lightest of fingertips … to “check in”, to get real. Not scratch the surface of who I am so that life can bimble on by, but to really know myself today and attend to what I need. It is not DEEP as in “Whooh, that’s deep girl.” But it does have depth. Substance. Down and on your knees dirty. Of course, the answer is not always doom and gloom and maybe our assumption that it will be, is what prevents us from opening that door? Life is, if we chose to see it, awesome! Doom and Gloom only seem more frequent as we wrongly or rightly cling to it more with our labels, emotional attachments and confrontation of “Why the fuck are you here ruining my day AGAIN?” Yet, look how easily we let the tickle of laughter, the warmth of joy, the secrets within a smile, a lover’s caress, a breath … all slip and pass by. We don’t cling so stubbornly because we WANT this feeling … just not that one! To ask myself “How am I feeling?” Gives me a valuable opportunity to pause. To come home. To “be” from where I am authentically at. It drops me down from the thoughts of my head that seldom make much bloody sense *grin* and into this breath … and this breath. (Continues in comments)
To caress the delicacy of your skin, invokes “something” in me that I have, as of yet to find the words.  

Sexual Freedom.

Exploring Sexual Freedom~

So we may live as a sexual being, free from the bonds of trauma.

The suppression of addictive patterns, BS beliefs and poor sex education.

And expanding our choices, to live beyond the limitations of expressing our sexual self, in only the act of sex ❤️

 

Exploring Touch In Lockdown.

During these unusual times we find ourselves in, the opportunities to receive and share touch with others has been restricted. Our bodies are hungry for touch.  Touch is essential to our well being. In this video I offer suggestions into how we can shift our limiting idea that touch is something given to us by […]


Continue Reading

Tantra & Living Orgasmically.

What is Tantra? And what do I mean when I say “living orgasmically?” The Body Knows podcast hosted by the beautiful  Marcela and Mat Wakeham explore these very questions with me this month and much more… So why not pour yourself a cup of something delicious and take a listen. Available on  itunes or Spotify


Continue Reading
intimacy and great sex for couples

What do we need to focus on as a couple to have great and intimate sex?

Often when we deem something as wrong, it becomes the centre of our focus and in the relationship of sex, this can make a partner withdraw or can feel that we are trying too hard to make something “right”. This is when what we see as “wrong” or needs “work” actually desires nourishing space. What […]


Continue Reading
Move beyond limitations, performance anxiety, and the beliefs that keep your sex disconnected and explore yourself as a multi orgasmic man.

What Is A Multi Orgasmic Man?

Multiorgasmic man is a term you may have heard before.      The potential for a man to separate ejaculation from orgasm, allowing him the choice to ride the waves of orgasm without peaking to “the end.” This is a subject of which I am personally passionate about. Watching my three sons blossom into manhood, […]


Continue Reading

What type of Yoni Egg Is For You?

When we start to explore Yoni Eggs on the internet, we can find ourselves a bit bamboozled by the various types of stone on offer. All crystal stones have healing qualities to them, but not all these stones in the shape of eggs are for our Yoni. The original Taoist Jade Egg set consists of […]


Continue Reading

What To Expect In A Jade Egg Practice.

The awareness of Jade egg has grow has rapidly grown, introducing this ancient practice alongside kegal exercises and vaginal Kong Fu! I am not sure about the Vaginal Kong Fu personally.  Yes, it is essential to maintain and care for the physical health of our Yoni but tight vaginas is a unhealthy myth which causes […]


Continue Reading

Jade Egg ~ Healing Our Roots.

It is essential to our woman~ness that we heal our roots. Without the connection to our sexuality and sensuality, the deep roots of our womanness,  we lack an aliveness. Our creativity is dry, our lustre for life long gone, our sense of belonging non existent.  Life seems to have no colour, our skin holds no […]


Continue Reading

Heartbreak

Heartbreak is very much part of our human experience.  So often our reaction can be shut our hearts away, to protect and shield ourselves from pain.  And yet heartbreak can break us open, to reveal our capacity to love … more. In this video I explore with you how our response to heartbreak can ease […]


Continue Reading

Get To Know Your Clitoris For Owners & Lovers.

Have you ever taken the time to get to know your clitoris or your lover’s clitoris? I believe our clitoris has secrets of pleasure and wisdom that support us to know ourselves in richer ways as a woman or explore and meet our lover in new ways … if only we slow down and approach […]


Continue Reading