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Bloom Retreat – Walnut Creek, CA

That Good Love – A Workshop Exploring Sex & Connection

Friday, February 26, 2016

Do you ever feel stuck when you think about expressing your bedroom desires to your partner? Do you love sex in the moment, but have a hard time getting there in the first place? Do you lack sexual confidence, desire, or experience? In this workshop we will focus on helping you get exactly what you want in the bedroom, and building the communication skills to do so.

This is an intimate and collaborative experience for only 15 women. We will share, laugh and learn. Imagine a night out with your girlfriends talking about sex, love and everything in between, only with an expert present who can guide you in a new way. After discussion and lecture, there will be plenty of time for Q&A.

If you are struggling at all in the bedroom, you will not want to miss this.

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In this episode of Sex Love Joy, Paul Herron of Sky Blue Press reveals the truth about Anais Nin’s sexual life, her jealousy and her relationship with her father. Paul reveals how the diaries came to be published and Rupert Pole’s role in publishing the unexpurgated diaries. Paul also gets personal about how Anais Nin’s life and writing changed his life. And much more! Connect with Paul: Website // Bookstore // Twitter // Podcast

About Paul and Sky Blue Press

Sky Blue Press was conceived in 1996 when its editor, Paul Herron, had accumulated nearly 500 pages of work from more than 60 contributors for the book Anais Nin: A Book of Mirrors, an anthology of reactions to Nin’s life and work. Instead of letting a university press editor perform the inevitable surgery to the manuscript, Herron decided to publish it himself.

The result is a timeless classic containing the writings of Erica Jong, Allen Ginsberg, Sharon Spencer, Deena Metzger, among many others, as well as an ex-con pornographer from England, a medical doctor who’d placed an ad “looking for Anais” in the personals, as well as some of Anais’s foes.

Since then, Sky Blue Press has published the works of Stéphane Mallarmé, Daisy Aldan, Sharon Spencer, Benjamin Franklin V, Barbara Kraft, Britt Arenander, and most importantly, Anais Nin herself in the form of the long-lost original version of The Winter of Artifice. It has produced the annual A Café in Space: The Anais Nin Literary Journal since 2003, having the privilege of publishing the only journal dedicated to Nin in the world today. Its contributors include many Nin luminaries and scholars, and those who have been influenced by Nin, including Janet Fitch, author of White Oleander. Beginning in late 2009, Sky Blue Press has been digitally publishing Anais Nin’s fiction and has published the anthology entitled The Portable Anais Nin.

In 2013, Sky Blue Press partnered with Swallow Press and is bringing out Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947, the first such diary since 1996. The book is available both in print and digital versions.

Sky Blue Press’s motto is “Preserving Literature as Art” because there are few publishers today whose main focus is on the content and its presentation, rather than the bottom line. Only work worthy of the mission makes it to our title list.

© Anaín Bjorkquist September 18, 2015 ~ All Rights Reserved.

September eighth. Those two words sting. They reach deep into my chest wall, rattle my heart and squeeze it tight. So tight that I become breathless.

Breath girl, breath.

Then my limbs go numb. Especially my arms.

The same arms that are skilled at holding pain for others and carrying it far away from them become anchors.

Heaviness down my shoulders towards my elbows and no feeling below that.

All the feelings in my heart. All of them but especially nothingness.

September eighth. Nineteen years later you aren’t any easier.

Today, as I write this I am twice the age I was on that day.

Nineteen years ago, I was nineteen facing the darkest moment I have yet to live. I was giving birth to the only daughter I’d ever have. Two days earlier, at a prenatal checkup it had been discovered that she had died in utero.

This wasn’t what I had planned for her. To this day I would do anything to bring her back. To have a mother-daughter relationship with her. To see if maybe being on the mother side of that relationship would heal very deep wounds I carry. But no I find myself choking on these tears trying my best to type away with these hands I can’t feel.

There are so many ifs. So many memories that have never ever occurred that clearly play in my mind’s eye. They were only wishes in my heart. Shattered by that one moment in which the doctor couldn’t find her heartbeat.

Followed by Air Force doctors showcasing her textbook Turner’s Syndrome to one another before telling me that she was dead. Inside. Of. Me. In those moments all I wanted to do was run the hell away from everyone and everything. Especially my body.

September eighth, I have come to the realization that you might never be easy on me. So, here it goes all the things that I’ve held inside for so long…

They can eat shit…

The stupid doctors that treated me like I was absolutely invisible, ignorant and without emotions. They stood there talking about my daughter’s genetic anomaly like it was an academic win to see such a specimen. They could have talked to me like a human being and asked my permission before inviting four extra residents into the ultrasound room.

The Air Force for forcing all the young unmarried Airmen moms to attend parenting classes and have our appointments on those Fridays. It made us feel less than, it isolated us and shamed us.

All the people, including my mother, that told me that losing my daughter was a blessing. Their opinion was that I had been given my entire future back without the burden or baggage of raising a child.

I forgive myself…

For all the moments in which I let shame overpower this grief because I am also a woman that has had an abortion. This pain doesn’t hurt any less because of my other choices. This pain in fact has taught me the importance of women being able to have a choice in when and how they bring children into this world. And because my daughter was so very much wanted is why this still hurts nineteen years later. Because my daughter’s life mattered to me is why I will always stand up for the reproductive rights of other women. I am not sorry for any of my reproductive choices. I own them. They were mine to make.

For breaking my promise to my daughter. In the hospital while I held her I told her that I would take up running seriously. I hated running so much and it hurt that she would never ever get to even do the things I hated. It turns out I am not wired that way. It isn’t just the running, I am referring to but all things that don’t feel good. In the last nineteen years, I’ve learned that the best way to celebrate being a woman is by following what feels right in my bones. It feels right to me to honor her by being true to my inner knowing…I am not a runner.

For putting down my own mother’s pain. September 8, 1996 is when I realized that our relationship was no good for me. In the days that followed she said some very hurtful things to me that revealed to me how she felt about being a mom. And I so agree. It is incredibly hard to be a mom and it can sometimes seem soul-shattering to always be a good, loving mom. Everything and everyone tells mothers that our children should come first and they mostly do. But self-love, oh that thing that mother never learned. I am finally practicing it so well that she had to be shut out of my life. At least, until I can manage both my growth and teaching her how to do the same. Maybe in my absence she is learning how to value her dreams and see beauty in her flaws.

And I am so grateful…

That your life, Isabel Grace, changed mine forever. September 8, 1996 everything changed. Each year on this day I mourn your loss greatly because we didn’t get to grow fierce together. I was reborn the day I had to let you go. Every choice that I’ve made from there to here has led me to become a woman that I am proud of. Even on this day, that stings and cuts deep, I would not trade places with anyone. The pain, as much as the joy, has made your mother a woman that…listens more than she speaks, backs her bark with a lot of bite and loves deeply, gently and without fear. I’ve tried my best to become the woman I would have wanted you to be.

And I hope you can feel the love I send you as I can feel the strength you send me. I love you forever. My only daughter. My angel.

© Anaín Bjorkquist September 8, 2015 ~ All Rights Reserved.