Befriend your body. Rewrite the story of your life.
Hello there –
You’ve signed up to explore – and expand – the limits of your erotic imagination. I’m so proud of you, and I can’t wait to write your story.
How it Works
You’ve signed up for four 1:1 sessions with me, which will culminate in you receiving a bespoke erotica story based entirely on your desires.
The first step is to fill out this form to give me just a few basics about who you are and where you want to go.
Once you fill that out, you’ll get an email with an invitation to schedule your first session. We’ll meet over Zoom unless you’re local to Vancouver/Vancouver Island, in which case we can meet in person (just reply to your confirmation email, or email me at sonja@yourbodystory.com if that’s the case).
In our time together, we’ll dive into your erotic imagination. We’ll cover the types of erotic fantasies you’re drawn to, any pockets of shame you might experience around your sexual desires, your experience with self-pleasure, and the framework of an erotic story that would speak to your deepest cravings.
Take the next step and fill out your erotic imagination form and we’ll get moving on making your dreams come alive on paper.
Much love,
Sonja
In Your Words
“I am a changed person because of Sonja and so are my relationships.”
"I was surprised by how well Sonja really listened to me, and not just my words. She is present, and thus can find the deeper expression among all the rambling and 'I don’t knows.'"
"Sonja is a wise, authentic guide teaching deep and mind-blowing truths using a fun, light-hearted approach.
After each session, I feel more in touch with my intuition and filled with optimism."
The Journal
A Time Before Mama
Once upon a time I was not Mama.
I remembered this on a recent solo trip to New York City, the place I lived during the height of my maiden years. There I was, walking at a rapid pace to the subway, headphones filling my ears with the songs of my own personal soundtrack. I hurried through my old neighborhood in Brooklyn, old things now mixed with new things. And though I have now been away for more time than I was there, I suddenly felt a deep longing for the past.
A Redefinition of Self-Care, and a Prayer(ish) to Share
This morning, before anyone woke up, I did a few really important things.
First, I brushed my teeth, showered, and warmed up some tea (shatavari root, cardamom, and rose).
Then, I went downstairs to spend almost two uninterrupted hours completely to myself. I meditated with the spring equinox full moon pouring silver light onto my back. I journaled a bit, and then practiced asana as the sun filled the sky.
And then I went upstairs, when the real part of my Self-care practice began.
After my daughter wakes, my time is no longer uninterrupted. She is tossing toys around the house. Asking unanswerable questions (“Mama, but why can’t we touch the ceiling?”). Refusing a sweater, only to run around the house screaming, “I’m coooold!”
All of that is before we sit down to breakfast.
If I didn’t have the understanding that she is offering me a million opportunities to meet my higher Self, I would lose my mind every single day.
My Favorite Form of Yoga
I used to belong to a very fancy gym. I joined not only because of the fancy hot tub and steam room, but because it was where some of the best yoga teachers in Denver taught.
The classes were labeled with catchy phrases like “Power Flow” or “Kick-it” that told you very little about the ethos of the teacher. I knew enough to know that I should research the bios of the teachers before signing up — it matters greatly who teaches us.
“On this path effort never goes to waste, and there is no failure.”
The Bhagavad Gita 2:40