In a previous life, I might have been a man but I honestly do not recall. Something tells me though that this "trip" around the block of Life will be etched in stone.
Close friends always ask me when is the book going to be published. That date cannot be set yet as I am very much still writing! This journey into womanhood continues and for every river that I have crossed and thought "it cannot get worse/better than this," I was mistaken.
Men, I am sure, enjoy being men. Their exploits, sexual and otherwise and their conquests - of women and challenges that only a man can undertake - are nothing to scuff at.
Experiencing this trip as a woman, however, is where it's at. Sorry guys :)
You have to think as men do to understand and hold their sometimes fickle attention. Then, you have to nurture, care for and support men as their mothers and sisters do. If your strength has not evaporated after you have cooked, fed the family, done the dishes and tidied up the house, you have to make love to him like a porn star.
"Sure God created man before woman. But then you always make a rough draft before the final masterpiece." ~Author Unknown.
Personally, I have no clue who is a "real woman," despite the numerous posters on Facebook. Real to me means physically existing and if we all can see you with our eyes, then you are real, you exist.
Ask me what is a power-filled woman and I can answer.
That is a woman who has answered "Yes" to
The Invitation:
"It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, 'Yes.'
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments."
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Blessings.
Source: "The Invitation" is written by
Oriah Mountain Mountain Dreamer
