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Amelia Lord

In my newsletters you're going to hear a lot about pleasure as a revolutionary pathway towards radical living, where "pleasure" signals a state of deep contentment and rightness. Subscribe if you are looking for permission, inspiration and direction in connecting with yourself and creating a life defined by profound fulfillment, alignment, and authentic self-connection.

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A weekend at the lake 12 MIN READ WHAT'S NEW SHOP TOUR YOUTUBE BLOG This last summer I died. Sort of. My father died, and immediately after (I mean four days after) my mother had a stroke. And in the weeks leading up to my father’s passing my child’s already tenuous mental health was tanking. I was doing the best I could within my abilities to keep their head above water - and keep the suicidal ideation at merely ideation - while we waited for a spot to open up in a partial hospitalization...

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My darling flesh-eating fish, Last night, I had the exact same dream twice. In both dreams, it was the day of my upcoming workshop—Foundations of Connection—and SO many people showed up. Like, WAY more than expected. Turns out, I wasn’t getting my online registration notifications and thought no one was coming. Instead, the room was packed—at least twice as many attendees as I’d planned for. Some faces were new (how did they even find me??), while others were people I barely knew. Which...

school of fish in water

My darling flesh-eating fish Reader, Last night, I had the exact same dream twice. In both dreams, it was the day of my upcoming workshop—Foundations of Connection—and SO many people showed up. Like, WAY more than expected. Turns out, I wasn’t getting my online registration notifications and thought no one was coming. Instead, the room was packed—at least twice as many attendees as I’d planned for. Some faces were new (how did they even find me??), while others were people I barely knew....

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Hello my darling sugarplum Reader! 🌞 The Winter Solstice has me thinking about the dark, the light, and everything in between—especially the messy growth we all experience. As the longest night of the year, it's also inherently hopeful. The sun will return tomorrow and from then on each day will be a moment longer. It's incremental, but assured. As the longest night passes, I find myself thinking about the long nights of this past year—2024 was a doozy, wasn’t it? There's some mysterious part...

Welp, my darling Reader, the time has finally come. I woke up two mornings ago and realized I wouldn't be offering The Great Pleasure Challenge again. Something has been in the process of shifting over the last few weeks and whatever mysterious mechanism at play in my body and my energetic field made its last incremental move and clunked into place with a visceral thud. My response surprised me a little: "Huh. Okay." And then I got up and made myself some coffee. I loved the Challenge so much...

My vibrant dewdrop, Reader I have this super idealistic idea that TikTok could save the world. Just bear with me. So, TikTok has this profound potential to break down barriers and show people as they truly are, rather than through filtered and curated images (I KNOW there's going to be a pile-on about this "unfiltered" statement. And to that I say: bring it on). It's able to connect people from different backgrounds with directness and simplicity and lack of artifice that I think is just so...

My dearest crumpet, Before every Pleasure Challenge I wonder if I need to do a rebrand, because “pleasure” is such a loaded word and people are bound to misunderstand. (truly, this happens pretty much every time) You see, the Great Pleasure Challenge is thusly named because I’m a literal biscuit and because asking “is this in my pleasure” and then proceeding (or not, depending on your answer) is what actually happens. You see, the Pleasure Challenge isn’t about having more pleasure in your...

Soil on the ground

Last Summer I Died This last summer I died. Sort of. My father died, and immediately after (I mean four days after) my mother had a stroke. And in the weeks leading up to my father’s passing my child’s already tenuous mental health was tanking. I was doing the best I could within my abilities to keep their head above water - and keep the suicidal ideation at merely ideation - while we waited for a spot to open up in a partial hospitalization program. The quiet and stillness that descended...

I don’t know if you caught it but my dear friend and every-time-challenge-taker Kate and I had a great discussion on Facebook live today about what it’s like to use the tools and practices from this program in daily life. Well, we tried to Facebook live. We ended up having to zoom and then share that to Facebook (I can’t for the life of me understand why THAT ended up being the easiest option). Kate said a bunch of very profound things during our conversation today. She talked about how the...

Reader my fierce little nugget, In case you didn't know: The Great Pleasure Challenge serves as a process to honor your capacities and your limits. At its core the Challenge is a way to bring active consent into your life. Far more than just an exploration of just what's fun and feels good; it's a deep dive into how we can honor ourselves by recognizing when to say yes, and more importantly, when to say no. In the Challenge we arrest the mechanism that has us chronically saying yes before...

Reader, my little flame, The key difference between being a reactive people-pleasing “good girl” and being a kind, generous, loving human being (even though the actions may appear exactly the same) is in the brief pause of checking in with myself and doing what squares with my heart and gut. The truth is I genuinely love a lot of the actions associated with being a “good girl” and a people-pleaser. They delight me. (If you know me irl you also know this to be true) But if I don’t first take...