My Last Book

I am sooo pleased to announce that nearly six years of work has culminated in the recent release of my new book, Love at Dancing Leaves: a Tantra Memoir.

I have a feeling of deep completion, and yet of new beginnings.

I’ve poured so much of myself into this project for so long – and perhaps I hope too much for this book: to get wings, to fly far – and to take me with it. The book is not only what it is – a thing, a life unto itself, imbued with all the love, joy, confusion, consternation, ecstasy, and colors of my life as a meditator – a meditator with a Man – but it also, for me, carries my longing to go again into the wider world, to dance and talk and travel and fly there – at least sometimes, at least a lot. To run from the Flatlands, and come home only to ease myself into my joyful domesticity in all its astonishing comfort…until it is time to go again.

Better yet, I would love for this book (or something!) to open the space for me and the man to wander – I cannot see just how -.

But this is all perhaps unfair to the book – too much of a burden for it to carry. It needs its wings- and must fly light – as light as 505 pages can get when I  (with my fifteen pairs of shoes taken along on any trip) have written them; freighted as they are with a cat, a house, some journeys, some recipes, several poems, some drawings, and looots of meditations – not to mention childhood stories and folksy, bewildered vignettes of Midwestern life.

You can read three chapters online at, or

The book is also listed on There are a few reviews there too.

I sent out a lot of freebies, which was a really yummy thing to do – I was so happy to share it with those people to whom it went. I entered a contest for independent publications. I completely bankrupted myself in all this – postage for one book alone to Scotland was $17.83, and lots of books went overseas. But I don’t care – one can be bankrupted in love, and it feels like riches. I do hope anybody buys it, and I’m terrified they won’t – but I am just so glad I had the opprtunity to finish the book and send it where I sent it. Yaaaaay!!!

It’s a good book – it tells how a human woman can bring Light – awareness – to the best of her poor abilities, into the gnarls of Love – romance. How she tried; and what happened. It denies the Hollywood version – that heat equals love; that heat lasts forever (which everybody knows is nonsense anyway.) It describes what one woman did instead.

The book makes me vulnerable in ways I am shy about; and yet my reporterly nature just had to describe those too. It reveals things about femininity via a vis Tantra I have never read in a memoir – though such might exist, somewhere. My Wizard – a Great chiropractor in Kansas City with special powers, it seems – insists I am protected. I hope so – for I am fiercely shy in certain regards. I think all women must be.

I invite you, if your sensitivity is soft and your eyes receptive, to have a look at the work…but it is a temple too; so please, before going in – take off your shoes and leave them at the door.

Thank you.

1 comment to My Last Book

  • Megan Pacetti

    Madhuri has written a splendid book which invites you into her world of descriptive writing prose that is exceptionally written. She takes you into the world of Tantra and Love and all wonderful things, such a great teaching and lesson for so many couples. Thank you Madhuri for writing such a useful tool to help me connect in my own marriage. Megan Pacetti

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