Sex

Why Sex As A “Spiritual Experience” Isn’t Such A Crazy Idea

There I was, wearing nothing but the small jeweled cross between my naked breasts. Of all the sexual exploration my husband and I had shared, this one felt the strangest...until it didn’t.

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No, this wasn’t some role playing. It was a Sunday evening, and we were going to try to turn our lovemaking session into a spiritual experience – literally. I removed the cross from my neck, lit several candles, turned off the lights, and burned some incense. My husband puts up with a lot of my sexual antics, but this next part was hard to do without cringing a bit inside – I played some music that you wouldn’t exactly call “sexy.” Beautiful choral music, courtesy of Eric Whitacre, to be exact. I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer of gratitude, doing my best to lean fully into the experience. Then, to my surprise, my husband wrapped his arms around me from behind and didn’t say a word. “Breathe with me,” I said quietly, and we took several deep breaths in unison. The strange feelings dissipated as my brain opened a door to an old memory: me as a child staring at the votive candles in the quiet dark of a cathedral in Paris.