A very strong woman, a true Heroine, does not need a man who is weak; one who yells, screams, or otherwise makes a scene--to get her attention-who seeks a mother-figure in her.
A true Heroine commands the presence and essence of a real man, a trueHero. A man, who is a lot stronger than she is, at his essence; yet he is always present in grace, love and elegance. Just the way her presence would command him to be.
A man, as such, who, in her weak moment, would carry her through that brief period, unnoticeably. As such that, when she 'needed him,' she would never feel herself weak--merely that he would appear to be a tad closer to her, than on normal days. He would do this in a fashion that appeared as deeper intimacy. In his strength she would find and reclaim hers; as she received his energy and strength, as hers, refilled, refuelled, ready; being herself again--ever so beautiful. Owning him, him owning her, fully, completely, holding one another completely free.
That is what a true Hero is.
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Tuesday, July 10, 2012
I set fire to the rain
The tests of the offenders, the haters, the second handers;
I stood my ground today.
I bless you.
Thank you Universe for blessing me with all your trials,
Thank you for allowing me to find the strength inside,
To walk through the fires of refining.
Thank you for allowing me to be re-born again.
In the midst of the love, the storms, the rains, the hail, the parting clouds,
In the blue of the skies....where the rainbows peek out,
I shall come alive again.
Where I belong--in the love, in the life, in the strength,
The grace and the perfection all life is, as is.
So it is.
I stood my ground today.
I bless you.
Thank you Universe for blessing me with all your trials,
Thank you for allowing me to find the strength inside,
To walk through the fires of refining.
Thank you for allowing me to be re-born again.
In the midst of the love, the storms, the rains, the hail, the parting clouds,
In the blue of the skies....where the rainbows peek out,
I shall come alive again.
Where I belong--in the love, in the life, in the strength,
The grace and the perfection all life is, as is.
So it is.
Monday, July 02, 2012
Effortless
Effortless isn't 'no work,.'
Effortless means perfect alignment where effort meets desire and they together flow along.....
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