I used to be very confused about the meaning of this word.
I believed that some women had it, and some did not.
...and that I was one of the unlucky ones.
I believed that sensuality and sexuality were one of the same.
And on a deeper level, I believed it was wrong or bad to BE sensual.
That it meant I’d have no control over myself, my actions or my body.
So it would be safer to keep it locked away...if there was any ounce of sensuality inside of me.
I live and breathe sensuality.
My sensuality is mine and it is just-for-me.
When I feel sensual, it means I am home.
Home in my body, in the moment, basking in whatever it is that I am experiencing.
It means I am right here, right now.
My sensuality is my connection to every beautiful sense this body has given me.
What am I seeing, smelling or tasting?
Am I feeling my feet on the earth and the breeze caressing my skin as I walk down the street?
Can I feel the breath that is life- pulsing through my body?
Do I see the beauty that is ALL around me?
Do I look deeply into peoples souls when I connect with their eyes?
Am I feeling everything that is occurring inside of ME in any given moment?
Am I feeling my vast and beautiful range of feelings that ebb and flow through me?
This is MY sensuality.
As a woman, I have access to SO much pleasure inside this beautiful vessel that is my body.
But do I actually allow myself to experience all of this pleasure?
Or am I distracting myself from it?
Or trying to dissipate it?
Can I just let one bite of this extraordinary desert be enough? ....And bask in all of the profound sensations that pulse through every cell of my body?
....Or do I quickly scarf the whole thing, and miss the experience completely?
Am I truly allowing myself to receive the pleasure that is available in THIS moment? .
It doesn’t matter where I am or what I am doing...
I always have access to it.
My pleasure is my own.
My sensuality is my own.
And when I allow myself to fully experience it....
The whole world opens up. 💃🙌✨