Befriend your body. Rewrite the story of your life.

Hey There –
Welcome to the Journal.
My name is Sonja and I am a healer, erotic educator, and writer of magic words.
Here on the journal, you’ll find posts with inquiries and practices that guide you into your body so you can get in touch with the life force within it. I write about topics like eroticism, intimacy, practical intuition, embodiment, relationships, sex, and non woo-woo spirituality.
Check in each week for new posts. If you like what you read, check out my 1:1 work and group programs.


The Story of Surrender
I know what surrender looks like. She’s on her knees in response to my direction. But the buzz in my ears tells me she is afraid. I ask her what she feels. A desire to run away, she says. I tell her to stand and move away from my sight. He’s crawling toward me on...

Man or Bear or Me
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....

Love Bombs
“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...

Love in the blue lights
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...

Naive
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...

The Wisdom of Sensitivity
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...

Tender Hearted Girls
This is for my tender hearted girls. The ones who are told they feel too deeply, cry too much, love too easily. The ones who are called naive or foolish. The ones who get spat upon for swooning over a sunset or chided for burying a dead bird they found and placing a...

The Wisdom of Surrender
When you are tired. When you are overwhelmed. When you have screamed all there is to scream or have swallowed every whimper until silence is all that greets you. When the thing you thought was gone for good shows up with a suitcase. When you are out of ideas and...

The Thing About Love
When it is real, it will crush you. But in the way that grapes are crushed for wine. It will rip off your eyelids. But in the way that allows you to see more daylight. It will smash its waves endlessly against you. But in the way that roots you into the courage to...

The Beauty of Giving a Fuck
I once loved a man in whose potential I believed deeply. Our bond was built on a shared desire to live free from shame, a promise I made to myself when I was 20 and echoed by him years later when we met. Though he and I lived toward the same end – the goal of giving...

The Wisdom of Beauty
I am writing this where I have been doing most of my writing for the past month – in a small hotel room with bad lighting and an open suitcase. Currently the setting is Rome, a place I swore I would never return. It was an ugly city that first time, in my eyes it was...

For My Grandmothers
There is a world in which I never fully existed, one that will always be yours and not mine. Which is another way of saying that you died before you could tell me all your secrets. Maybe I am there with you in some way. In a wisp of memory you held as your light faded...

The Wisdom of Desire
An astrologer once told me to be careful what I ask for, because I will likely get it. This was in reference to a sweep of stars and planets in my birth chart, a pattern that showed him my power to bring into fruition my desires. It’s a big responsibility to work...

The Wisdom of the Wild
Are you going to let the last bit of wildness in you die? Will you turn the lock to your own cage and throw the key just out of arm’s length? Let the animal inside you be snuffed out and swept away by the call to civilized life? Or will you fight for its right to...

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“On this path effort never goes to waste, and there is no failure.”
The Bhagavad Gita 2:40