For the last three days I’ve had a one-track mind. Sex. That’s right, and it all began in the shower with the moon…

I had just lathered my hair with shampoo. The lavender-scented bubbles slipped through my fingers and glided down my arms, neck, and back. Steam formed a warm, translucent cloud around me. It was one of those showers, where it’s more than about getting clean, but of relaxation.

Then, as I rinsed the last of the shampoo suds from my hair, I glanced over my right shoulder and looked out the high window. Hung in the clear night sky, a quarter moon glowed like a disc of light slicing through the eternal, black firmament. Like a rouge scent that takes one back to a long dormant memory, the sight of the moon captured me as if the gaze of the Goddess herself.

And we communed.

It should be no surprise that She took me this way, we do have a history, after all.

I don’t dream of Them anymore. I don’t hear or see It either. Last year I did in a very unique way every month. But now…I’m simply aware. In a way, I suppose I no longer require the sensory affirmation.

When I say that I communed with Her, I mean that I felt an unmistakable, undeniable, overwhelming female presence around me. No, my wife had not joined me in the shower. It’s the tingle down your spine, the hairs that raise on your neck when you feel someone watching you. It’s the unfurling warmth in your core when the object of your love and passion slips inside your personal space. When I say, “we communed,” that’s what I mean.

Master, That which I never name, It, embraced me as Mother, Lover, Nurturer, the Moon. And like so many exchanges between best friends or lovers, we didn’t have to say a thing.

I experienced a spiritual high for the next few days. What really struck me was my increased focus, meditation, and even a curbed appetite. It was as if I was feeding off the energy and air around me. My wife thought I was being distant, but I was simply rapt in the experience. How do I explain such things?

But all of this, as the fires of the passion cooled, got me thinking about sex–its role and progression–in the spiritual world and particularly in my experience over the last year. In re-thinking the stories of our religious traditions, I discovered a plethora of spiritual erotica which shed new light on my spiritual growth.

And because this might take a while (no quickies here), I think I’ll stop for now and post “Part 2” tomorrow. Until next time…