Just got this in Facebook and by the beating of my heart and all that it enlightened in me, I knew there were stories unfolding. Deep ones. Here’s the text that comes with it. Thank you What Evolved Women Want .Thank you for the inspirational art, the words, and the energy that reminds us what love, purpose, sex, and a real relationship is all about. I believe there is so much, so much, so much to learn here.
THE SPACE TO BE A WOMAN
All women cry, all women rage and all women desire to be ravished.
The average man fears this because they’re things he can’t ‘fix’ or ‘handle’.
“Stop crying!” “Calm down!” “You’re such a freak!” are the last words of the man who lacks the ability to hold the space for the full raw feminine power in a woman.
It takes a strong man to allow her to feel safe enough to be all woman.
He’s a man who is steadfast in the face danger, moved to tears by tragedy and beauty, and more than enough to relish her uninhibited expressions of sensuality – the kind of man who faces down adversity and doesn’t abandon her when she needs him most.
Unlike the Bad Boy, he doesn’t change from macho workaholic to a frightened boy, too scared to get out of bed when challenges appear.
When a man’s that unstable she lives in a constant state of fear, terrified because there’s no stability or security. (“What if he actually gives up / quits his job / runs away / or leaves me alone with the kids?”)
And unlike the Nice Guy she doesn’t have to worry about coaxing him to head out to take on the world and supporting him as he develops genuine courage.
The test is, when she’s at her most raw and fully feminine – can he embrace her spirit or does he retreat in fear and confusion when she’s fully open?
Wait for the man who has the capacity to remain with you whether you need to cry, rage, or desire to be ravished without thinking.
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Graham R White
I’ve spent the last hour reading this Facebook page. An hour with my heart beating, feeling deep truths stirred and touched by a rawness that’s been quiet. Here’s my comment to this post:
i love the photo. sooooo good. and the idea of a raw woman and a man powerful enough to be in that space. wow. what a joy and blessing that Kobi Klaf is that strong. I don’t know how many men can handle my rawness with such grace and good humor.
And then, I read for this next hour and realize there is so much in me to add, to reflect, to think, to know. Too much to cognitively share. I do know this: At almost 20 years together, I realize that the hot 23 year old I feel in love with is gone. Alas, he won’t be back. But, the man, the gentle man, the man who makes me laugh, the man who can handle my rawness, who loves me also (or maybe especially when) I fall apart, who will do anything to make me happy, anything. This is the man I want beside me for life. Anything else would make a great Hollywood movie, but not my life. I love my man. Thank you for the absolute, singular, best, most light-filled blessing the Universe could ever bring me.
I could babble away for hours on this one. And so, I’m going. Too much gushing out. Not sure what to share, what to hold close to my heart, where to say ‘Girls, if that’s not it, walk out,’ and where to say, ‘Hold on cuz this is your reality and this is what you must learn from right now’. I don’t think I’ve ever left you without making that closing point, without some closure to say ‘and this is what I feel’ but I can’t. I have distractions here in the room with me, who are talking to me every second and who I don’t want to push away to write. I have distractions within me as I try to formulate what is my ‘take home’ message and I realize, that like in therapy, “I don’t know” is a lovely place. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know.
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