One of the biggest personal challenges I am facing right now is in regards to the bigness that is the topic of men, women and my role within this very important transformation and if I actually have one at all, or more accurately if I even want it.
It never ceases to amaze me, the shit people are putting up with in their relationships. Or the level of investment they put into crushes that do not reciprocate.
She throws her head back in rapture. He waits in anticipation. She's so unpredictable. She can feel a volcanic force rising up from her core, from her womb. It terrifies her. So much energy and potency... she is as expectant as he is. She too has no idea how this energy will be expressed. All she knows is that she cannot contain it.
A woman of the temple celebrates men while never stifling the truth of her heart.
Yes she has boundaries. Yes she is strong. Yes she can provide and care for herself. All the while knowing that acknowledging men does not in any way, shape or form take this from her; for she knows her own innate power can never be taken from.
