Lights are dimmed. The room is silent except for the low crackle of the old fireplace.
She sits on the edge of the couch, knees bent, feet flat on the cushion, wrapped in her favorite black kimono silk robe, naked beneath it, entirely free. Her book rests open in her
If the thought of your next meal brings anxiety and bloating instead of contentment and joy – welcome home, dear one. You’ve come to the right place.
I can’t count the number of times I had to change my outfit before leaving the house because of the discomfort of
Lights are dimmed. The room is silent except for the low crackle of the old fireplace.
She sits on the edge of the couch, knees bent, feet flat on the cushion, wrapped in her favorite black kimono silk robe, naked beneath it, entirely free. Her book rests open in her
Blunt question for you: what’s the most sensual thing you did for yourself this week?
(Notice how I said sensual, not sexual)
Did you spray your favorite perfume and take a few seconds to truly inhale its beauty?
Did you sit down and properly apply your makeup, instead of