Sacred Yoni Show!

Twelve years ago, while participating in an art workshop together, Neahkahnie artists Lane deMoll and Kathleen Ryan discussed presenting an erotica show in a local venue.

Both were creating their own feminine-based art and noticing similar work by other area artists. “I remember a marble piece that (Nehalem sculptor) M.J. Anderson did, which was called a ‘Sheela Na Gig,’” said Ryan. “They were traditionally used on Irish churches as fertility symbols centuries ago.”

“But we’ve always gotten hung up on a place to do it, not to mention being tied up with other ‘busyness’ we were up to,” said deMoll, whose local accomplishments include co-founding Manzanita’s CARTM with Ryan, being one of several founders of Fire Mountain School in Falcon Cove as well as the Lower Nehalem Community Trust. In addition to co-founding CARTM, Ryan is treasurer on the Tillamook County Arts Network Board of Directors, was a founding member of the Hoffman Center Board of Directors, served for many years as chair of the Tillamook County Solid Waste Advisory Committee and was behind the popular Live With It expositions held for a number of years at her Green Arts Collective studio in the Nehalem area.

A few years later deMoll and local artist and massage therapist Dana Zia began envisioning a “yoni show,” said deMoll, explaining that she, as well as many other women, prefer the term “yoni” to vagina. Sanscrit for “sacred space,” the word yoni is, in Hinduism, a sign of generative power that symbolizes the goddess Shakti. “I use it myself because it implies to me a much more sacred connection to this most feminine aspect of my body,” added deMoll.

This summer, “the time just seems right,” said deMoll. She and a host of other Tillamook County artists are joining to produce The Sacred Yoni Show, scheduled for Aug. 9 through Sept. 9. Rocky Intertidal CoCreative, a local public relations and marketing firm, offered its office – which includes gallery space – for the show, “I have some new yoni paintings and it’s 2012,” deMoll continued, noting that in Mayan prophecy the year 2012 marks the “reawakening of the universal feminine consciousness.”

From prehistoric petro glyphs to Georgia O’Keeffe’s famous paintings of flowers, to Judy Chicago’s modern installation artwork The Dinner Party, artistic renderings of the yoni aren’t new, said deMoll. “It is one of the oldest of prehistoric artistic depictions.”

The Sacred Yoni Show will include paintings, sculpture, jewelry, quilts and fabric installations. Artists whose work will appear include deMoll, Ryan, Zia, Tom Bender, Aina Tonjes, Dawn Shears, Chris Shears, Glenna Gray, Nicole Poole, Sylvia Thornton and M.J. Anderson.

“We felt the concept of the show, the emphasis on creative energy in particular, worked well with what we do,” said Kelly Benson, who co-owns Rocky Intertidal CoCreative with LeeAnn Neal. The two have known deMoll and Ryan, as well as many other of the participating artists, for a number of years. “It’s a really impressive lineup.”

“Lane somewhat casually told us about the concept for the show during this year’s Trash Art Show opening July 5 in Manzanita,” said Neal. “Some of the artists who were there that night jumped on board immediately, while others took a minute to think it over. It was interesting to see people’s expressions change from a little bewildered to intrigued to kind of charged up.”

An opening is scheduled for 6:30-9 p.m., Thursday, Aug. 9 at 35850 Highway 101 in Nehalem. The show will continue to be available to view, free of charge, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays from 2 to 7 p.m. through Sept. 9.

For more information, contact rockyintertidalcocreative@gmail.com. or check out Sacred Yoni Show on Facebook.

 

 

A New Fire is Lit

Charley was “suited” up and ready to head out the door. He wasn’t really wearing a suit, of course, but rather a slightly tattered pair of jeans and jean jacket over a long sleeve t-shirt with an eagle emblazoned on its front. His favorite soft knitted hat was on his head to ward off the chill of a wet looking day and his backpack was in hand, full of current to-do items.

“Where is that note with the Terranova’s phone number?” he asked.

Ursula who was sipping tea looked at him thoughtfully.

“What?” he said, trying to keep irritation out of his voice. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m glad you’re off happily and I’m glad you’re following up with the Terranovas. It’s important work and, as they say, somebody has to do it…..”

“But…?“ he said.

“I feel like we’ve been passing ships, you and I. Hello, goodbye. Off on very separate trajectories.”

“But I thought you wanted it like that. I thought you wanted alone and uncommitted wandery time between here and store.”

“I do. I have. But where is our union? The convergence of our work and play? We sleep next to each other, of course. But…. It’s like we’re together only in a crowd when we’re fomenting this and that.”

“I haven’t been bothering you with most of the details unless it is something only you know or something you bring up….”

“I know. And I thank you for that. It’s not about the details. I don’t feel left out at all. It’s about where our togetherness is… or isn’t….”

“Ahh…. That…. We have been a little out of touch with each other…. But I really can’t stop right now to process, Ursula. Can we set a time? I could probably even do it this evening.”

“A date? Can we have a date? It’s been so long. I’ll fix something special to eat….”

“It’s a date,” he smiled. “Sounds lovely.”

“The Terranova’s number is on that pink sticky note below the spice rack.”

 

It wasn’t more sex per se she wanted, Ursula mused. They actually had that groove down pretty well, given the normal ebbs and flows of four children within a thirty-five year relationship (or was it closer to forty?). There had been a lovely renewal after the twins left a few years ago, when they had reveled in a new sense of privacy and freedom from parental distractions of the everyday sort. But even that intimacy had settled into a pattern – too much of a groove?

Sex had definitely felt rather rote for a while. They turned to each other in the night to give and receive comfort from the day’s tribulations and often one thing led to another even without the raging hormones of their youthful years. Ursula gave thanks that their sexual dance, in the sense of body parts rubbing nicely with each other, was fine.

It was a different sort of connection she was missing. A particular deeper sort of intimacy she wasn’t sure she could even define. They’d been cruising along having made a pretty serene transition to different job categories. Their sense of abundance was serving them well on the material front. But their constant “doing-ness” and an attendant seeming shortage of Time had become an issue for her. Probably for Charley too though he’d been pretty wrapped up in making the shift into the admin work he was proving so good at. Inevitably that rushed-ness and busy-ness had affected their personal focus. Always ready to process on behalf of any of their groups, it was easy to let slide the time for the important subtleties of their marriage partnership.

 

Ursula took a while explaining all this to Charley when evening came. “…. so I keep feeling there is a way that we can connect into each other that we’ve not been letting ourselves experience. I don’t know what it looks or feels like but I know there is magic to be made sexually. I also know that our common purpose has been so focused outward into the children and into our community that we really haven’t explored what it means to be partnered in any significantly new way that is in line with the other explorations we’ve been doing with the groups. Psychically, for instance. Energetically. Not for a long time anyway.”

Charley was silent after his wife’s soliloquy. They were sitting cross- legged facing each other on cushions in front of the woodstove, its doors open to share the flickering warmth and glow of an alder and apple wood fire. Oyster stew and garlic bread simmered in their bellies. The champagne bottle was half empty.

He wasn’t as adept at processing with words as Ursula, but with her earnest brown eyes on him, he knew he couldn’t be silent long and he needed to remember his deep listening skills. “I think you’re saying that we could be going deeper together but that we’re letting our outer work distract us. I gather you still want us to be doing that outside work….”

“Right – the community involvement is part of our whole. I actually think we need to be moving more tribally rather than less, i.e. more intimately as a group somehow….”  Her voice trailed off.

“But you’re saying it needs to start with ourselves. We need to be grounded within the twosome unit we’re most connected with….”

“You and I. You do get it.” She sighed with relief. It always helped so to have someone – especially a beloved someone – confirm that they were hearing what you were struggling to put into words.

“I love you, Ursula. And I love it that you’re prodding us about this…”

“But what do we do now?”

“Yeah. I certainly don’t know where to start. Just going to bed feels kind of awkward….”

“Even with champagne to smooth the way,” she giggled. “How ‘bout I give you a massage? I didn’t even give you one on your birthday recently.”

“I won’t turn you down. But I could give you one…”

“I offered first. The room is cozy. Do you want to smoke a little first? That would let me get into it more deeply.”

“It does seem like this is a time to let the Green Herb help us get out of our conscious minds. We might even get a little ceremonial about it.”

“Good idea.”

Ursula fetched the antler and bone pipe they’d used for years and Charley added more wood to the fire. She looked on the candle shelf for a rose shaped one she had been given for her birthday last summer. “Time to light this sucker up. It will bring Aphrodite in.” He found a silky blue green cloth to cover the pillows. “This will bring our watery friends in.”

“Can you reach the coconut oil? I’ll get the rose quartz heart.”

They sat cross-legged in front of each other sharing a few puffs of locally grown from the pipe. As he began taking off his clothes, Ursula leapt up again to get glasses of spring water for each of them. “May the Mountain source us too. I didn’t tell you that I had an orgasm the other day standing out at the Stone Table and looking up at the Mountain.”

“What?!”

When she told him the story, he laughed and laughed. “I feel rather one-upped by that one.”

She warmed some coconut oil in her hands. “Lie down on your belly now. I’ll start with your feet….“

Ursula took Charley’s feet in her hands, lifting them a little as she did so. Feeling their weight and heft. Noticing how the toes bent this way and that. Tracing the delicacy of his ankles. After a few minutes she put the left one down and began to smooth the right one, feeling the skin soft in some places, rough in others. Then increasing the pressure she moved her fingers along the bones and sinews feeling for knots and tangles, not necessarily physical ones but the energetic blocks that so often land in the feet.

“Ouch!” said Charley “That hurt. I know you’re getting to some deep stuff that probably needs to be cleared. But I thought we were doing erotic tonight.”

“Oh right,” said Ursula. Taking a deep breath, she allowed her energy to center differently. No longer reaching for “broken” places where Bear often led her, but rather sensing the lover in her husband, even in his prosaic feet. He who wanted to be touched and honored. Her mate who wanted to connect with her Soul…. “It’s not Mother Bear we want tonight, we want….” She hesitated unsure….

“We called in Aphrodite, didn’t we?” offered her husband.”Who is also, of course, Venus.”

“Ahh.” The classic image came into her mind of the tall maiden standing in the scallop shell, a few auburn tresses blowing loose and a long coil of hair self-consciously hiding her pubis. Angelic attendants hovered to cover her more fully. Rather demure and virginal for this seasoned granny. Ursula wanted naked knowing nymphs or sirens. She wanted her hair blazoning  around her, showing off her full glory, with pearls and abalone to adorn her and rich spicy scents.… Maybe a mysterious, glittering mask… Or, thinking of a painting she’d seen recently, perhaps even snakey tresses and a gleeful, lusty expression as she loomed over her lover, her covering a shell shaped g-strap with a pink curved opening….

As she allowed these images of the Greek love goddess to flow and become embodied in her, she could feel the energy in her hands shift. Siren energy beckoning. Alluring. Igniting. Soon very different hands caressed and pulled gently on each of Charley’s toes in turn and then slid along the bottom of the foot. A shiver went from there in two directions – up his leg and up her arms. A different sort of connection was being established. She reached for the opposite foot to give balance. Soon with her fingernails pricking like a playful kitten, she followed the energy up the back of both legs – swirling as if she were drawing. Tickling a little behind his knees, inching up his inner thighs….. Just about to the top….. She could feel him catch his breath in anticipation, but teasing, she started back down again. Charley moaned a little and peered over his shoulder. “Keep going up?”

“Be patient, my Adonis. I want to gentle and relax these beautiful thighs first.” She reached around them, feeling their golden hairiness, honoring their strength. Many a time she had watched from the house down to the waves as these legs crouched with impressive composure and fortitude on his surfboard. Tonight, she admired the muscles and sinews she found, stroking the length, reaching around to cover the breadth. Hinting at going higher. Teasing still. Promising. Her energy now sinuous, now catlike, now….

Charley moaned again as her hands slid up over his butt. Again muscular, yet with a lovely padding of fat that felt just right. Gluteus maximus. Her hands kneaded gently for a bit and then slid sideways up his butt crack causing a gasp from both of them before slipping under to his hip bones. Nice and boney. And…..

“Time for a little oil?” she asked in a sultry voice, Aphrodite making herself known again like a tropical breeze through her body.

“Yessss,“ he breathed, enjoying the changes in Ursula’s energy from Bear to…. Siren….. to Jaguar. Wonderful…. In her power.

“Not quite yet,” she teased as she straddled his hips, moving her hands up and down his back. First along the spine and then outward to trace the ribs and eventually up over his shoulders. Just a bit of kneading there. And then a brushing with fluttering hands. A lot of stuff cluttered there that could be released. She swept away phantom sheets of paper that she had no desire to identify. Instead with her mental “eyes” closed, she moved the energy down his arms to his hands, where she also gathered up and swept off all kinds of computer and telephone keys, then door keys and….. “Be Gone!” she whispered. “Out! Into the woodbox. Not here tonight. He can pick you up in the morning.” She giggled at the image. “Hey are you awake?” she asked the still form beneath her hands and under her legs.

“Emmmm.” He answered lazily.

“None of that,” she scolded, “Here!” She slapped him playfully but a little stingily down along his back. Let’s get that blood going.”

“Oil now?” he requested plaintively.

“Oh, ok,” she agreed with pretended reluctance, moving to pour from the plastic bottle by her knee and inhaling the lovely scent of vanilla and cinnamon that wafted towards her from her now slippery hands. She warmed the oil and then rubbing it on her breasts, let herself move again on his body.

“OOOOh,” he moaned, “That’s lovely.” Now she was slipping and sliding her whole torso over his back and down onto his thighs. When she sat up again for more oil she let her hands roam from the small of his back down around and underneath. Charley moaned as she touched his penis, feeling it both straightening and hardening where it had been nestled under his left hip. He moved in rhythm as her hands went gently along the creases between his legs and groin. Then back to his penis with her left hand.

“Time to roll over, Mister.” It was a command to which he happily complied. His penis, delighted to be freed from underneath him, rose tall and perky. “Looking good,” chuckled Ursula appreciatively. “Quite good!” she added as she bent to kiss the tip. The penis bobbed gratefully and its circumcised maleness grinned up at her as his hips made a circular motion.

Yet still drawn by the whole of him, her hands left the tempting organ and moved up the front of his body, along the sides. Ribs, pecs, nipples, heart chakra. She bent again and licked the place between his nipples, imagining the chakra wheel glowing green and sparkly, whirling with love.

Charley’s eyes were closed but he opened one with a squint, his lips pooching into an airy kiss. Taking the hint, she bent and met his mouth. Their lips and tongues did a delicate dance that took all their attention for the next little while….

Around the house that sheltered them, the trees swayed in the rising wind. The Mountain heaved luxuriously and moaned, male and female energies intertwined. A pair of raccoons chittered and two neighboring cats found each other in the bushes.

Neither of these humans felt any of this consciously. Yet, for a few breaths they paused, filling with memories of lovemaking that was also baby making, shifting to thoughts that touched for a minute on grandchild, friends. Tribe. Their years of accomplishments on so many levels. Luckily none of this was spoken and soon with a mutual sigh of sweetness, they each pushed such distractions aside. This was their time. Their space. No need for other energies. They again had eyes and senses only for each other.

 

“Not even me?” asked Pan grinning wickedly from the dark meadow just beyond the window. “Next time you might call me…”

They didn’t even hear him.

 “Not me either, I guess,” said the Green Man.

“They’ll find us soon,” said fiery Shiva and Shakti, full into their respective male and female energies. “We’re moving in. A new earth is forming…. Newly honed bodies are needed.”

 

As they looked deep into each others’ eyes, Ursula felt spirit shivers that she passed through to Charley, their bodies now interlocked length wise, their legs and arms intertwining in ever changing and impossible looking forms. Their breath came fast now. Their mouths instinctively open. Tongues flicking, their hips soon rocked gently as they paused and breathed appreciatively. Soon the rhythm changed and became more urgent. His penis sought its nook. Her clit throbbed for his touch. His fingers answered her whispered plea as she crouched over him. Both moaning now, she moved to find a position where the fitting together could happen. “Aaahhh!” She let him nudge at her cleft and then deliciously enter. “mmmMMM.” She eased down again with him inside her. Rocking. Rocking.

“You ROCK! Charley-Mon,” she said aloud, her words turning to laughter that he soon matched. But then even that was toooooo much. Sparks flew, energy spun through their bodies, igniting torso and fingertips, toes and crown. Hair follicles and fingernails. All abuzz. All ablaze. Rocking. Rocking. Shouting. Crackling.

“Jesus!” She gasped wondering as she did so at the apparent blasphemy of it. But then, “I’m Magdalene! Rising. Rising. Isissssssss.” All the love priestesses through time.

Charley matched her, riding the bursting of his own orgasm, yet tuned into her strong, passionate feminine version that reached somehow deep into ages past. The tsunamis of their two energies rose between them and crested. They had called in this connection and it came full on now. Their spirit selves entwined for a few glorious moments, as intermingled and potent as their bodies already were.

Conjuring Tantra

“That is an amazing group of people,” said Jasmine Terranova to her husband over a breakfast of local bacon and eggs the morning after the drumming on the beach.

“Yeah, they have deep history and plenty of mystical, magical practices together.”

“Gideon, do you think we can ever fit in?”

“Jazz, we have just as much experience.”

“I know but not in home territory. We’ve moved around so much these last few years. They have such rooted connections – generations, some of them…. And they already belong to and know this Mahonia-Nekelew vortex.”

“That doesn’t mean there isn’t room for new people. We actually have a big piece to give to them, not counting the economic boost if we take on the visitor program. I haven’t seen any hints of Tantra happening. Publically at least. We haven’t been to a Medicine Circle yet, and they might not mention it to strangers…. But I have a feeling they are a little a-sexual.”

“We’ve searched for so long for a community to nestle into and I have such a strong feeling this is it.”

“It sure jumped out at us on the map. We both got chills big time…”

“And now that we’re here I know that the outline of this Mountain is the one I’ve been seeing in my dreams for years. My future self kept showing me this very place…. We’ve got our base from which to explore now and I know the actual piece of land is here somewhere.”

“Luckily it’s not all that big an area we have to search….”

“Yeah, we could be out in the plains or inland mountains with miles and miles to search in every direction. The sea here gives a very definitive boundary and the timber company mountains another. And there really aren’t all that many roads to go down… once you’re off Highway 101.”

“Even the ones less traveled,” Gideon said with a smile.

“Aren’t we lucky to have the money to create what we want?” said Jazz gratefully.

“Gimme five!” They slapped hands as was their custom when the subject of their funds came up. Former Seattle software techies, they’d gotten out at a good time.

“So what’s the next step?”

“Let’s talk to Pia and Raven to see what they were thinking. Probably Charley and Ursula too…. Between them they’ll steer us in the right direction. Plus we need to assure them of our intentions and integrity. I have a feeling they are some of the crucial gatekeepers here, whether they know it or not….”

“And just how do we bring up the Tantra?”

“Perhaps as simply as an introductory ‘lecture?’”

“Run up the flag and see who comes forth….”

“Slide show and ….. demo?” They both laughed.

“Let’s wait a bit though. Let’s get the other stuff going first. We’ll know when the time is right.”

“But in the meantime we can certainly have our own session. Tonight would be a good time!”

“It’s your turn for a yoni massage….”

 

“Hee hee. Now we have things lined up for the next pieces of the puzzles to fall into place.”

“Tantra here we come.”

Venus and Mars, along with Orion, the Pleiades sisters, Chiron and some others were cackling around the fire. The planets and the clusters of stars that humans call constellations had long been conspiring to shed more of their sparkle on the proceedings in the tiny coastal community, a favorite of the several places they were shepherding.

 “The Terranovas are ‘new earth’ indeed. Our locals needed some spicing up don’t you think?”

“Yup, this will shiver their timbers.”

“I get a bad rap as a being of structure, rules and accountability,” complained Saturn. “Folks don’t understand that I’m more about the Laws of Nature than short-lived (to us) cultural codes or even more temporary human laws.”

“We thank you, oh Father of Time, for beginning to let the beauty of human sexual interaction shine through,” said the shimmering Morning and Evening Star.

“I couldn’t do it without your steadfast help, Venus. Aphrodite. Inanna. Astarte.” He graciously acknowledged a few of her many names throughout the ages.

“It’s been frustrating these last millenia for humanity to get so separated from their sexuality. Why do they think they have all those amazing sensory organs of skin and penis and yoni and tongue if Creative Spirit didn’t want them to be fully enjoyed.”

“And it’s beyond me how they think they can get to know each other if they don’t open more deeply to both sensual touch and each others’ minds.”

“The sickness of power hunger has perverted so much that is beautiful.”

“Yes, it’s about time I got a chance to let my sensitive yin side shine more,” said Mars.

“We are the ones who have been out of synch. They can’t do it if we don’t line up properly for the dance.”

“So now we are, thank all that’s beautiful and holy.”

“It’s gonna be BIG this time,” bellowed Jupiter.

“Let the sexy fun begin!”

 

Ursula stood on the promontory next to the Stone Table. The air was clear and fresh after the last night’s blow – the first of the season. At least it had held off for the drumming. Looking over the top of the hollow she realized that enough alder leaves had come down now for her to see the curve of the mountain’s flank.

Their property was on the head scarp of a very old landslide – presumably from the earthquake and tsunami 300 years ago documented by the Japanese. At that time big chunks of the Mountain had slid, bringing with them the large rock she was standing by and the smaller ones around the clearing. She and Charley had always wondered if another quake would bring an additional slump or if their house and this promontory were now on more secure ground.

As she looked around now, the flank was sensuous. Almost she could feel the personality of the Mountain…. Sometimes from down on the beach it looked female to her. Its silhouette curvaceous like a fulsome woman on her back. But right now the energy was a presence that felt definitely masculine. Its bones and flesh visible in a curve that reached deep into her being. In fact…yum… yum…. she could feel it vibrate up her legs into…. into…. gasp… her cunt. She stood transfixed while the rainbow waves of an orgasm poured through her, swirling in her pelvis, vibrating her sacrum.

“Whooeee!” she shouted as it ended. “Did what I think just happened really happen? It came and was gone so quickly.” She sat down on the rock, her legs now like jelly, her breath still short.

“Makes me realize that Charlie and I have some reconnecting to do. Too much busyness of late!”

The Mountain just chuckled.