The journey of the singing woman

Here I am in rainy cold England ,the woods are lush and full of mystery. Flowers and fresh Garlic and the streams are flowing in an ecstatic spring pleasure and I have been drunk on their fecund gift.Yesterday we found an egg in the base roots of a mossy trunk such a sweet little reminder of new life.Thats whats inspired me to write a blog .Everyday so much to share and I love so many people but I am on the road so much life is passing by and I just want to share my crazy life much more than ever before.

Last night was my women's chant workshop in Glastonbury and I am always reminded in England how repressed and apologetic the women are about their sensuality.

A question arose about the spiritual world and sexuality and the shame of longing for love making ,desire...there is such confusion around the yogi celibacy path in lots of women. There is a sense of shame and guilt about her longing for love and lovemaking. On one level these elightened master Yogis have brought such extraordinary blessings to the earth and on the other hand made a mess for us women.

The Mother creatress didnt make a mistake designing our body this way and the very yoni design is a doorway to liberation, realisation,union and birth.I am so greatful to have this womanly body it is a priveledge to bleed (just finished), to experience this open ecstacy.

I got taught a good lesson the other night in my concert I was joking about becoming a reclusive celibate yogi finding a cosy cave in the himalayas somewhere to spend the rest of my life coz I had already experienced tantric union and Praful(my music partner) jumped in and said "coz she hasnt met anyone who can match her and she's giving up". A dear woman came later from the audience and said she was sad for me that surely there must be some man ....I had really just been silly I wasnt serious at all and assured her I had been matched and loved all the way home to the source. God I have to be careful with what I say even in jest.

My sister Lisa has taken such good care of me here and she has even stuck through our midday sessions of singing together I worked her voice hard and she cried lots as her weak lungs heaved under the pressure of being used deeply,she's driven well into the night between events to get me home ,I am so blessed to have sisters like this I pray she grows well and strong coz she has so much love inside her.

Hmm 2 am bedtime