Turning 70 this year, this is my mom’s best friend. She just found out a couple of days before that the pancreatic cancer had returned. All she wanted was to be tied. To be held. To finally relax into the ropes, a Shibari Session beneath the Japanese maple tree.

My beginnings into rope…
“Yet to me, being tied up, bound, under the unwanted control and exposure to another seemed terrifying.”

Rope deepened my relationship to my intimacy, my sexuality, my understanding of healing, the body, my creativity, my power, my voice, my comfort zone, my openness to the erotic currents, and understanding of pain.

That the ropes are a symbol for what binds us and traps us, yet hold the key to setting ourselves free?