My friends, I am leaving in Brazil in a week. I feel tremors. I feel like I am breaking up with my lover at the height of a great romance. It’s a strange feeling to have my energy simultaneously pulled Northward while still trying to remain here and now. Brazil as I have said, is a beautiful mess. It’s dirty, dangerous, and difficult. It’s also so beautiful that my heart swells and I can feel my starry-eyed self, falling deeply in love. The waterfalls, beaches, mountains, and jungles are beyond breath-taking. Note: I have included many pictures from my months in Brazil.
Sweet sensual lovers,
I have been far. I am so sorry, my sweets. I want to connect, just been deep in the woods without power.
Here’s the juice. Carnaval, as far as I could see, is a government sanctioned booze and sex fest. As soon as Carnaval Thursday hit, I felt a discernible shift in energy to something rather dark and out of current. I am not a party pooper. I just don’t get off on drunk, mojo-charged Brazilian men shoving their tongues down my throat at random. It happens and it’s just not how I roll.
On Saturday, I made the long trek from Vidigal to Santa Teresa to meet with a nutritionist friend to discuss teaching an Aromatherapy workshop in her space (we booked March 22 if you want to come). Santa Teresa is an amazing neighborhood, full of old, decaying, pillared buildings and vibrant, eclectic artists. In addition to having an inspiring boho-chic house, Sissa, my nutritionist friend also has a huge roof-top garden filled with Brazilian medicinal plants. I immediately asked for a tour.
Peixinho da Horta
Sweet sensual lovers, the Huffington Post recently wrote a detailed article about “What Brazil Can Teach us About Living Well”. I wanted to give my own account of Brazil in response. Brazil is a beautiful mess and the favelas are the glorious, ramshackle epicenter of that.
I recently moved out of the posh, yet soupy Copacabana. I needed inspiration to write ‘Be the Flower- the Aromatherapy Recipe for Sensual Living’ (out February 2015 by Skyhorse), and I found it in Vidigal. Vidigal is a favela on the side of a mountain overlooking the sea, right beside the most expensive real estate in Brazil. The views are breath-taking, as is the steep climb up. Favelas are Brazilian slums and rife with negative stereotypes. (I have been told that people in the favelas prefer the word ‘community’). Favelas are traditionally associated with poverty, gang violence, murders, and drug trafficking. It’s a tough image to shake. The favelas are also the cultural and community hubs of Brazil. Samba and Brazilian Funk were born here, and the community spirit is palpable and pumping every night of the week. (Confession: I did skirt the truth when I told my parents where I was living).
I think that we can all agree that mangos are sexy fruit. They are sweet, juicy, and have the most delicious, fleshy appeal. In addition to being high in fiber, and folic acid, mangos are an excellent source of anti-oxidants; they are packed with Vitamins A, C, and E. You can even use the flesh as a face mask to tone skin, improve acne, and lessen the appearance of wrinkles.
I ate my first mango when I was 10 years old. I remember having no idea how to extract the fruit. I have since learned a thing or two of which I’ll share with you.
I hear you, friends. I know that many of you in the Northern Hemisphere are in a deep freeze that is only comparable to the deepest ring in hell in Dante’s Inferno- A frozen pond. I know that sexy summer dresses and slip on shoes are either months or a long plane ride away. I am living in Rio but that penetrating cold is not far from my Canadian mind. I feel you, and I shudder with compassion at your facebook pictures.
What can Aromatherapy do to warm you on those cold, hard, dark nights? So much and luckily, most of the warming oils have an added benefit of being aphrodisiacs and mood enhancers. A fire place, a bowl of soup and the one you love is, in my opinion, one of the greatest things about hunkering down for those long winter months.
Today is not a sensual blog but one dedicated to the unbelievable power of nature. I am so humbled, amazed and deeply grateful that I had to share it. I hope you never have to use this protocol, but if you do, TRUST that it works miraculously.
Yesterday in a moment of not thinking, I grabbed a pot that I had just taken off the stove. It was burning hot and I managed to severely burn my index, middle and ring finger, and the top third of my palm. It was an excruciating 5 alarm fire that had me seeing stars. Other people would have gone directly to the hospital, waited in a long line, and would have been without the use of a hand in a foreign country for about a month. I don’t have that kind of time and besides, I am fire dragon so I know a thing or two about healing burns. This one however was extreme, even for me.
The Portuguese word for humming bird is Beija-flor. The direct translation in English is flower-kisser. The mere notion of birds kissing flowers in a harmonic, erotic dance inspired me.
If I were a flower-kisser, I would prance in a sweet dance, from flower to flower sucking on honeyed nectar to get divinely high. Hummingbirds consume twelve times their weight in flower nectar every day. This helps them move at lightning speed and ascend off the ground, into graceful, gleeful flight. Hummingbirds are central to many Native and Shamanic spiritual traditions. They are divine magic revered for their beauty, agility and enchantment.
Sweet sensual lovers! It’s New Year’s Eve. I am sitting in my apartment with glorious sun streaming through the windows, glistening in the heat of the morning, while sipping on my raw chocolate superfood smoothie. It feels so strange (and right) to be celebrating the turn of a new year without my Uggs, toque and soul tribe around me. I was supposed to be in the forest by waterfalls, drinking green juices and recharging for 10 days but a dear friend got very ill and the plans fell apart. Spirit has another plan for me. I am excited to find out what that is. Regardless, tonight I will go the ocean, give flowers and prayers to Yemenja and hold you all in my heart. I am stoked and honoured to have you along for this wild ride. 2014- Bring it baby!