Manly Discretion
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qosI wanted to add an amusing (to me) story from my experience at last week's women's circle.
LM had been absent during my morning ritual practice, but I felt his presence as I got closer to the meeting place. I was happy to have him with me, of course, but asked Are you sure you're supposed to be here? I mean, this is a women's circle. He gave me what amounted to a non-committal shrug, neither denying my observation nor explaining himself.
As I mentioned in my entry, I experienced some resistance during the meeting, and it started with the embodiment/grounding sequence which was the first activity. I usually feel resistence to such things anyway, and the language used by the leader made it even worse for me. (I can only take so many repetitions of "lovely woman's bodies" and "sweet, soft curves" language.) I did my best to engage, however, and was helped by the sensation of LM's hands on my shoulders and his strong, earthy energy aiding in my grounding.
Then it was time to sing. A drum was brought out. As another woman began a steady rhythm and started to sing an invocation I felt a frisson of energy run through LM. Up to this point, the meeting had been safely social and open. The drum and the song shifted it -- for him, anyway -- into a different kind of space, a Women's Mysteries space. That's it, he rumbled. I'm outta here. It was in no way dismissive of the song; quite the contrary. He recognized a shifting of energy into sacred women's space -- and he knew that to remain longer would be a violation.
It was actually rather charming. . .
LM had been absent during my morning ritual practice, but I felt his presence as I got closer to the meeting place. I was happy to have him with me, of course, but asked Are you sure you're supposed to be here? I mean, this is a women's circle. He gave me what amounted to a non-committal shrug, neither denying my observation nor explaining himself.
As I mentioned in my entry, I experienced some resistance during the meeting, and it started with the embodiment/grounding sequence which was the first activity. I usually feel resistence to such things anyway, and the language used by the leader made it even worse for me. (I can only take so many repetitions of "lovely woman's bodies" and "sweet, soft curves" language.) I did my best to engage, however, and was helped by the sensation of LM's hands on my shoulders and his strong, earthy energy aiding in my grounding.
Then it was time to sing. A drum was brought out. As another woman began a steady rhythm and started to sing an invocation I felt a frisson of energy run through LM. Up to this point, the meeting had been safely social and open. The drum and the song shifted it -- for him, anyway -- into a different kind of space, a Women's Mysteries space. That's it, he rumbled. I'm outta here. It was in no way dismissive of the song; quite the contrary. He recognized a shifting of energy into sacred women's space -- and he knew that to remain longer would be a violation.
It was actually rather charming. . .
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Date: 2009-10-22 05:20 pm (UTC)Sweet! :-)
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Date: 2009-10-25 12:31 am (UTC)I only wish this one wasn't stuck in the otherworld. :-(
But, as I just wrote above, it's really really nice to be able to share a story like this and be affirmed -- and have him affirmed.
Thank you. . .