Tropical Tantra Coaching is here...

A few months ago I announced it and now the day is finally here - my official re-entry into the world. Tomorrow my first Tropical Tantra Coaching retreat will begin. I am scared and excited, nervous and relaxed, fast and slow, in deep trust…

2017: Love & Aliveness

This last day of 2017 began the same way as the first day of this year - with an 8km walk to Playa Grande, Montezuma, Costa Rica, at sunrise with Coco. It was absolutely stunning, exquisite and uplifting. As I walked along on the hot smooth…

"Kate's Law": A Red Herring

Generally, I avoid making political statements, yet I am going to stick my neck out now and write one that is very close to my heart. You may have read about the shooting death of a young woman, Kate Steinle, in San Francisco in July 2015. My…

Enough already

Turmoil. Cancer scare. Grief. The weeks after my father's passing were difficult. I felt sad, isolated and lonely. The thin layer of healing over Steve's death came loose all over again. I cried and cried and cried. My father and his well-being…

Death. Again. And Awareness.

Death. We all know (more or less) that it is coming, but when it does, it is still always a surprise. Even though I expected my father to die sooner rather than later because of his advanced Morbus Parkinsons disease, when he did die seven days…

Two years ago today Steve died.

My antennas are on high alert. During a recent dinner conversation, someone formed his fingers into the shape of a revolver and held it up to his jaw, to illustrate some concept he was talking about. Immediately bright images flashed by my inner…

YES! Teaching Tantra Again

YES, I will be teaching Tantra again! I wrote the following blog post a couple of months ago but am only ready to share it publicly now. Here it goes: For the longest time, I didn't listen to music. After Steve died, hearing any kind of melody…

The White Wall

All of the interior walls of my temporary home in Denmark are freshly painted in bright white. My fingers poised on the computer keyboard, I raise my eyes to the stark white wall in front of me. Nothing. Emptiness. My fingers are not moving.…

The Spirit of Cancer

Two years ago today I received the devastating metaplastic breast cancer diagnosis, with poor prognosis. Today I am vibrantly alive. On this bewildering anniversary, I would like to share a powerful story that has been close to my heart, and…