We hoped for the masculine to be our savior.
We thought our brothers would protect us.
And our fathers wouldn’t shame us.
We yearned for our partners to be our trusted guides.
We wanted the system we operated in to champion our success, always.
We expected the hustle to bring us joy,
The spreadsheets to organize our dreams,
And our milestones to nourish us deeply.
But we were disappointed.
So now we walk around,
With heavy hearts expecting…
Betrayal
Abandonment
Disgust
Violation
Pain
Heart ache
And
Exhaustion
These expectations have become the norm in our psyches.
I understand you’re scared,
I know your bones ache with violations and your heart beats for the day that it’s safe to be your erotic, sensual self.
I know your veins flow with the dream of unconditional love and a naked heart but right now when you feel inward, all you see is a wall of stacked disappointments.
I know your skin yearns for the pure caress and sweet kisses of a man who reveres you.
All of you.
Your soft belly and your calloused feet.
Your expansive giggles and your crunchy moods.
Your misty eyes and your dry elbows.
Your adoring heart and your anxious, insecure thoughts.
All of you.
The storm in you that brings with it thunder and rain.
The lit embers in your belly that are asking to be sparked into a full fire.
The dry riverbed within you that is waiting for the melting snow to bring you a river of spring.
The toiled soil of your heart that aches of a seed to be planted.
But first,
you must light your own fire,
sit with your own storm,
patiently wait through your winter for the gift of a spring stream
and plant your own seeds of dreams in your heart.
This is the work of healing your relationship to the masculine.
This is the work of healing your mistrust in your own inner man.
This is the work of dancing back into Embodied Union.