Saying No and Being of Service to Our Souls

  by Steph Cowling As we move into Spring here in New York City, I, along with many others, am in the process of defrosting from a very cold winter, and from a long hibernation of winter’s dreaming.  I am moving into the next season, planting those winter dreams for spring blossoming. Perhaps you are as well? The paradox of writing a column on “Soul in the City” is the necessity to feel connected to my own, and to the...

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I Am A Sanctuary For My Soul
Jan20

I Am A Sanctuary For My Soul

I Am A Sanctuary For My Soul by Steph Cowling   Dear Sister, This space is free of the Critic, the Cynic and the Skeptic. Please kindly ask them to step away for a moment. This space is for your Artist and your Muse. I know the road has been long. I know you crave a safe space. A sanctuary.  I know you crave a safe space in the larger world. Go within. Breathing. Commit to cultivating your artist. You know she needs the sea or...

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The Price of Pleasure
Nov25

The Price of Pleasure

The Price of Pleasure By Steph Cowling Pleasure is simple, until it becomes more than the chocolate, salt baths and walks in the park. Connecting to pleasure means connecting to myself, disappointing people, encountering make believe and actual judgment, and coming back to my willingness to take on the weight of my own life. What is the true cost of your pleasure?  Yes there are the physical, emotional and financial costs, but what is...

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I will not participate in my own betrayal.
Sep30

I will not participate in my own betrayal.

by Steph Cowling   On this day, I found myself curled up fetal position on my bed.  My partner wasn’t home, it was me alone with our cat and my thoughts.  The funk and the blues that creep and seep in around me showed up.  I could feel myself overwhelmed by it, the weight of not enough-ness settling in, threatening to take me over. A thought came through… I will not participate in my own betrayal. I stood up. I dance...

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Pleasure from Pain
Aug05

Pleasure from Pain

Pleasure From Pain I don’t always know where the source of pleasure is, but I don’t believe pleasure always come from itself. When I think of acknowledging what brings me pleasure and having to advocate for it on my behalf,  I find that at times speaking this truth is painful. I wonder, what if pleasure requires first telling the truth and speaking what isn’t working, in order to invite in pleasurable opportunities that...

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My Pleasure is My Priority
Jun11

My Pleasure is My Priority

I feel hesitant to write a piece on pleasure, and to claim pleasure as if it is mine to fully embody. Mostly, I feel comfortable claiming pleasure as a much later priority for me: behind responsibility, behind consideration of others, behind social justice, behind busyness, behind hard work.  To claim my pleasure as my priority feels selfish and incites my fear of ridicule.  I fear that you, as a reader, will see this and say,...

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