eshe mae: Tales of Mystery, Love, and Courage

On a cliff at dawn in eshe mae, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with eshe mae,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “eshe mae, eshe mae, eshe mae!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “eshe mae” bliss.