by Sonja Semyonova | May 29, 2024 | Emotional Digestion, Journal, Self-love, Strength, Surrender, The Spiritual Side of Sex, Vulnerability
The man vs. bear debate needs one more fighter in the woods: me (and you.) The question has been bouncing around online for some time now. The polls are closed and women have chosen the bear. But I question the question itself, and therefore the integrity of the data....
by Sonja Semyonova | Apr 4, 2024 | Emotional Digestion, Intimacy, Journal, Love Letters, Relationships, Self-love, The Spiritual Side of Sex, Vulnerability
“I love you” used to be a compliment, now it’s more of a curse. See it in the way we settle for the mechanics. How we take juiceless walks through songs we should slow dance to. Why we tap a thirst trap and still stay thirsty. Our shields are raised. Our arms are...
by Sonja Semyonova | Mar 18, 2024 | Emotional Digestion, Journal, Love Letters, Relationships, Sacred Feminism, Self-love, The Spiritual Side of Sex, Vulnerability
Love is on the screen again. I swipe away the men like flies who share the secrets of the not-so-fair sex. My eyes linger on the sad poetry that falls from the mouths of the women who have loved and lived to tell the tale. And when someone is brave enough to offer...
by Sonja Semyonova | Feb 20, 2024 | Dear Men, Emotional Digestion, Journal, Love Letters, Protection, Relationships, Risk, Sacred Feminism, Self-love, Vulnerability
He called me naive, but he didn’t realize that I was simply rooting for him. I know that the path where words align with action is built on uneven ground. I was perched on a high branch above him hoping he would find his footing. He called me naive, but he didn’t...
by Sonja Semyonova | Jan 16, 2024 | Emotional Digestion, Intuition, Journal, Nurturance, Protection, Self-love, Surrender, Vulnerability
In another life, we might have been flowers. Not roses, their petals are far too strong to describe us. Not daffodils or daisies either, or any of the cultivated varieties. We would be the tender little wildflowers that dance in the fields of grass. As the summer...
