In Plum and Power: The Intimate Grace of Receiving
Dear Sensual Soul,
Tonight, I am dressed in plum—
the kind of purple that remembers royalty without saying a word.
It kisses my curves like it's known my body for lifetimes.
I saunter, not for show,
but because I'm no longer in a hurry to arrive.
I have already become.
The Dupont Hotel hums in candlelight,
and Diana Krall is crooning somewhere in the corner,
spilling piano notes into the velvet air like soft secrets.
I let her voice cradle me,
sinking deeper into this sacred pause.
This is not waiting.
This is worship.
There's an art to being a woman who receives.
It requires no performance.
No pretending.
Just presence.
And presence is sensual.
It's the slow sip of a full-bodied red.
The delicate uncrossing of legs.
The exhale that says I am here. And I am whole.
I'm not begging life to give.
I am letting it offer itself.
I am the altar, not the offering.
And that changes everything.
Let Them Come. Or Let Them Go.
I no longer chase.
I no longer shrink.
I no longer explain soft boundaries to loud souls.
Because I've learned—
what is meant for me doesn't ask me to abandon myself.
It finds me dressed in plum,
bathed in jazz,
eyes half-closed,
mouth curved in a knowing smile
that says:
You don't need to earn love when you already have it.
Sensual Stillness is a Revolution.
There is a deep, divine rebellion in not rushing.
In letting joy arrive on its own terms.
In letting someone adore you without being the architect of their desire.
Tonight, I let the world court me.
The lighting flatters me like a lover who studies details.
The jazz caresses my collarbone.
The scent of aged wood and warm perfume lingers like a memory.
There is no need to fill the space.
I am the space.
And in this ambiance,
I remember:
Feminine power is not loud.
It's magnetic.
It's the gravity that pulls the moon to your hipbones
and makes men rewrite their stories just to stand in your light.
You Are Allowed to Sit. And Let it Come.
Let life pour into your open palms.
Let love come without the chase.
Let grace wrap around you like silk in candlelight.
Let the music move you.
Let your stillness speak louder than any plea.
This is what it means to receive:
To know you are not hard to love—just unwilling to settle.
To feel delicious in your skin without needing to be touched.
To recognize the divine in your own reflection
as you whisper to yourself,
"I am the answered prayer.
The moment.
The offering.
The arrival."
So tonight, in this plum dress,
bathed in low jazz and quiet fire,
I do not chase.
I do not beg.
I simply bloom.
And the world, as always,
responds.
With reverence,
With rhythm,
With everything I've ever deserved.
In sacred flow,
Sherley Delia
Founder, Healing Majestically Consultancy
"Sit in your softness, and let the universe rise to greet you."
