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reminding ourselves that we live (!!) in paradise and patiently impatiently waiting for life to change forever can be done with cheesecake at the beach a saturday in october 🤎 taken in Portocolom by @ebbagyalog

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3 days ago

i carry her
he carries us

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📸 @ettasview by @ebbagyalog

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5 days ago

we have made intimacy so small 𓇳

we hear the word and think lovers - s e x - partnership - skin against skin - when intimacy really is a way of being with life

drinking your tea without reaching for your phone • tasting your food slowly enough to actually taste it • noticing the moment your body softens around someones embrace • letting silence exist without trying to fill it • allowing grief to have its full shape • feeling pleasure without needing to turn it into anything

knowing when you want to be touched
knowing when you want to be left alone

intimacy lives in attention - in how closely you are willing to listen - how honestly you are willing to feel - how much of your own life you are actually here for

and once you begin to live this way——intimacy stops being something you search for in another person and becomes the way you touch your morning • the way you move your body • the way you sit beside someone you love • the way you meet pleasure • discomfort • beauty • longing

intimacy is bigger than s e x
it is the art of being deeply here ∞

📸 @ettasview taken in Cala S'almonia by @ebbagyalog

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7 days ago

your blood is not dirty 🩸

your changing body is not an inconvenience & your cycle is not something you need to quietly survive each month while pretending nothing is happening

one of the most beautiful things i have learned is to make ritual out of my cycle

to notice when i am opening
when i am creating
when i am shedding
when i need to turn inward

& to let my bleed become a moment of reverence instead of something to rush through

ritual doesn’t have to be elaborate 🌹 it is attention • presence • it is choosing to meet your body as something worthy of listening to

we spend our whole life living inside this human body & i don’t know about you but •••

i want to know mine
i want to honor her rhythms
i want to hear what she is saying

there is so much intimacy waiting for us when we stop fighting our nature and start building a relationship with it instead ❤️

your body is not in the way of the ceremony
your body IS the ceremony 𓂀 by @ebbagyalog

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9 days ago

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somewhere along the way, we learned to be ashamed of our own blood. to hide the tampon in our sleeve on the way to the bathroom. to make sure nobody sees the stain.

to call it gross
dirty
embarrassing

to bleed every month while pretending nothing is happening.

for me the saddest part is that so many of us inherited shame before we were old enough to question it. from mothers who were never taught either. from women who whispered. from generations who learned that this part of the female body should remain hidden.

and so the silence kept traveling.

woman to girl
mother to daughter
generation to generation

but it can stop with us. not by pretending being a woman is always beautiful. sometimes it hurts. sometimes it’s inconvenient. sometimes we wish our way out of it.

reverence doesn’t require romanticizing the experience——it simply asks us to stop treating the female body as something shameful.

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we cannot change how we were initiated into our own womanhood but we can change what we pass forward. we can speak the words our mothers couldn’t. we can teach what we had to learn alone. we can meet blood without disgust.

we cannot go back but we change the story going forward. woman by woman. girl by girl. generation by generation. 𓂀 taken in Mallorca by @ebbagyalog

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11 days ago

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there is something i wish more women had been told ~ your changing nature is not a flaw in the design ~ it IS the design

we have become so accustomed to expecting the same woman to wake up every morning • the same energy • the same desire • the same capacity • the same openness to the world

look around you 👁️
nothing alive exists like that

the earth blooms and withers • the ocean rises and retreats • the moon disappears into darkness and becomes full again

we belong to this earth 🪶 our bodies know creation and release 🍃 expansion and contraction 🌷 life and blood 🩸 beginnings and endings 🌀 we are the bodies through which life itself can enter this world ♾️

and whether or not we ever become mothers ~ there is something profoundly creative about inhabiting a body that knows cycles from the inside

im not sharing this because you need to become some kind of master of your cycle ~ but maybe an invitation to become intimate with it 🤎

to know when you are blooming 🪷
to know when you are shedding 🍂
to know when the body whispers 🌬️ come out…
and when she whispers come home 🤲🏼

to the woman who reads this:
you are not a machine designed for endless summer ~ you are cyclical ~ you are ever changing ~ you are nature remembering herself

and there is nothing about that that needs to be fixed taken in Earth by @ebbagyalog

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13 days ago

when was the last time you touched yourself with presence? not seggsually. not to change anything. not to get anywhere. just to •FEEL• yourself.

one hand on your heart. one on your belly.
and stay.

feeling the warmth of your palms. the rise and fall of your breath. the sensations moving underneath your skin. present with your body • mind • heart • soul ❤️

we speak so much about intimacy with others. how we want to be touched. seen. felt. met.but how often do we offer that same quality of presence to ourselves?

intimacy begins here.

in the willingness to slow down enough to feel what is already here. no performance. no destination.

just you, meeting you 💋 taken in Galilea, Islas Baleares, Spain by @ebbagyalog

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19 days ago

no one holds a temple alone 🤎

there are always hands behind the hands that hold others - and this temple would not have been what it was without these beautiful humans

@paula_demallorca ✦ it feels like you are my mother, my sister or my daughter. sometimes you are all three. there is a familiarity between us that feels older than this lifetime. like we have walked beside each other before, found each other again, changed roles a thousand times.
thank you for being the woman i can lean into. for seeing what is needed before i even have to ask. for supporting me in all the visible and invisible ways.
@lifewithkajsa ✦ what an honor to walk the tantric path beside a woman who understands its depth. the beauty, the shadows, the edges, the truth. the liberation that comes when we stop making parts of ourselves wrong. thank you for bringing your raw essence.
@hernan_livolsi ✦ holding ceremony with you feels like meeting the embodiment of shiva: presence, consciousness, oneness. a masculine presence that doesn’t need to take over the space, but somehow makes me feel even safer to become more woman inside of it. some of my favorite moments happen when neither of us knows what comes next. a chord begins. a voice follows. i sing something. you answer. creating it in the moment, allowing the ceremony itself to tell us where to go. this time was especially tender. thank you for creating with me.
@r.sanchogalan ✦ and then, somehow, you always arrive like the final piece. the cherry on top. after all the opening, feeling, moving, releasing, expanding, you bring something beautifully simple: back to the body. grounded hands. grounded masculine presence. a place to exhale. reminding us: before you go back into the world, come back here. into your skin. into your bones. into the earth. thank you for your sacred touch. it simply wouldn’t be the same without you.

with love,
ebba
♾️🪶 taken in Mallorca, Islas Baleares, Spain by @ebbagyalog

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16 days ago

we do so much of our healing alone

in our journals & our practices
in the quiet conversations with ourselves

but some of it can only happen in the beautiful meeting with another soul ~ when another woman looks at you
and doesn’t turn away ~ when you witness her softness
and something in you remembers your own ~ when her courage gives you permission ~ when her tears soften something you have been holding & her pleasure reminds you that yours is welcome too

this is what i keep witnessing in these spaces

we don’t come together because another woman has the answers for us • we come together because sometimes
we need each other as mirrors • to see what we have forgotten • to hold what feels too heavy to hold alone • to remind each other of what was there all along

we don’t heal in isolation ~ some parts of us can only remember themselves in relationship ♡ taken in Mallorca, Islas Baleares, Spain by @ebbagyalog

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17 days ago

the temple closes
the mystery continues 𓂀 taken in Mallorca, Islas Baleares, Spain by @ebbagyalog

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18 days ago

there is a strange beauty in endings •

even the ones we have chosen. even the ones that are making space for something beautiful to be born. there is still a little death in them.

a version of us is dying. a season is fading away. a silent knowing that life will never be the same.

and i don’t want to rush through this ending just because i know there is a beginning waiting on the other side ~ i want to cherish it 🍯

to be inside these days while they are still mine. to notice the small things. to let myself feel the gratitude and the grief and the fullness and the tenderness of something coming to completion ••

for this last retreat & some days after I’ll be offline. not because there won’t be moments worth sharing but because i want to deeply live them before i turn them into something to share 💛

to be with the women in front of me. to be with the work. to be with this home and everything it has held. to be with myself as one chapter quietly closes and another begins to breathe.

death and rebirth•••
ending and beginning••
grief and gratitude•••

what if they were never opposites at all?

some moments ask to be witnessed. others ask to be lived.

this one ~ i want to live 🌻 taken in Mallorca, Islas Baleares, Spain by @ebbagyalog

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a month ago

preparing the path

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before they arrive, before the words are spoken, before we sit in circle, the work has already begun •

my last retreat before i step into motherhood // 10 women to share this together • women arriving from different corners of the world, each carrying her own story, her own longing, her own reason for being here •

tonight i’m just feeling it all

how deeply honored i am that this has become part of my path // to gather women——to create spaces where we can soften, unravel, remember, feel, and meet parts of ourselves we may have forgotten •

there is something incredibly sacred about being trusted in this way

so tonight i prepare the space // i clear // i pray // i listen // i set intention

preparing for what wants to move through
for what wants to be remembered
for what is ready to be released
for what is ready to be born

i thank this home for everything it has held and i prepare the path for the women who are about to walk through these doors

there is only love taken in Mallorca, Islas Baleares, Spain by @ebbagyalog

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a month ago