There are seasons in life when movement feels less like progress and more like suspension, a quiet bracing against what may yet intrude. We sense the undercurrent of possibility, the faint hum of renewal, but it exists beneath a sky that has so often darkened without warning. It is not fear exactly. It is memory. The memory of disruption. And so we wait, aware that something real is possible, yet conditioned by the rhythm of interruption that has shaped us.
Tag: divine masculine
I’d wager the title of this article is enough to trigger most of us. If so, it demonstrates just how bad things have become in this regard. We need to grow up.
I am sorry. For what it’s worth, I apologize to all women for the ways in which this world has been designed to cause you suffering from the moment you are born. Even institutionalized childbirth is a distortion of the beautiful, simple, sacred, and natural. Man v Woman is just one chapter in a vast, dark, and dysfunctional historical narrative. I, like all men, have suffered greatly as a result of it, though few would admit it or realize how deep the wound is for all of us.
We’re in the process of cleaning up our individual and collective traumatic and emotional garbage. This is quite evident. We’re also taking more responsibility for cleaning up our planet.