Since dancing between the masculine and feminine and letting them find there groove together I have had quite a few epiphanies about myself and the way I function.
One was around thinking the masculine was all about doing, pushing and making things happen. To some extent this is true. But, what really showed up for me was that the masculine is the space holder of my soul and protector of my soul with no tolerance for the villains of fear or doubt. It showed up to protect the beauty within me, refusing to let it's original glory be dimmed.
It was as though he was a knight fighting to free a princess locked away in a castle like we often lock away parts of ourselves that for some reason or another grew to believe weren't good enough or acceptable or didn't deserve to live free in the world.
The masculine showed up as boundaries defining the line between aggression and assertiveness, rest and laziness, grief and self pity or self loathing. The masculine showed up as the one encouraging me to bring to fruition what was already flowing within me. Not pushing me to make things happen that weren't already sprouting in my heart.
It showed up to remind me of the confidence I should have in myself, to engrain in me that I am worthy of my deepest desires and to ensure me that my intuition is the almighty wisdom that should never be questioned.
Being held by this kind of love, acceptance and reverence could fill anybody's heart. It could give us all the courage to do anything. This is the fuel for the passion that will makes us push, and take action and make our beloved dreams come to fruition.
Imagine a world where we could all hold each other like this in non-judgement, with pure love and imagine a world where we could all open our hearts with trust to be held just the way we are.
To the sacred masculine and the sacred feminine within all of us.