The practice of edging has deep implications about how we experience, or rush through, life itself.  And maybe the ability to stay in the moment with an unknown outcome.

Edging is the sexual practice, either with yourself or others, of getting stimulated just to the point before climaxing, and then letting go to start again.  For some people this may eventually lead to a deeper orgasm.  

So what we are talking about is slowing it all down and delaying the end of the trip in order to have more time actually in the trip itself. And maybe having a deeper relationship with the trip itself. Getting off the productive wheel and getting on the experience wheel.

What does this feel like for you?  Do you feel slightly uncomfortable if you let go of the need to finish?  What comes up?

I think we can bring the idea of edging into other parts of our life. You know, maybe taking a walk without earbuds and without totally knowing where you are going?  

We are productive machines much of the time. Others value this in us, and we value it in ourselves.  Here is the problem with being focused on the achievement.  It’s a cycle that never ends.  Once the end goal is reached, whether it’s the orgasm or the like or the compliment, we have to find another thing to achieve.  

It’s so easy to fall into a sexual routine.  You have figured out how your body or your partner’s body responds, and you streamline.  This makes sense.  We know how to get there so we beeline. But over time, this can get boring.  What comes up when you think about slowing sexual pleasure down?  Is there some anxiety about not getting to the finish line?