Attention and Affection
An Inquiry about Woman's common need for Affection, and Man's reluctance to give it...A woman stretches out naked and relaxed on the furs covering her bed. Her man, smiling, sits beside her. As his eyes trace the curves of her soft body, he relishes the beauty of this feminine being he has Claimed. She is unique, beautiful beyond compare because she is herself. He tells her so. Her body relaxes deeply under his gaze, and with the affirmation of his words. His adoration warms her skin, relaxes the tightly-wound go-getter of her day-to-day working life. He points out his favorite views of her, describing her as if he was describing the masterpiece of an artist. She unfolds like a rose, petal by petal of her spirit opening to the warmth of his gaze that bathes her in adoration. She can finally relax. Her beauty is received. This world is safe.
He sees her open softly, and his heart fills with pride and deep satisfaction. He is in his purpose. This is part of his Gift – not just to her, but to the Earth itself. As she relaxes and opens, he feels the soft earth below him also relax. His feet feel their connection again to the Mother. He feels the pulse flowing through her – the same pulse that moves his woman’s throat in perfect rhythm. He adores the beauty of this world, of the natural, of the feminine Maya. This is the sense of purpose he’s been searching wildly for in the world, now fulfilled in the simplicity of devotion, of adoration, of appreciation – for his woman. And for all of Woman through her.
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Now flash to reality...
“Do you find me beautiful?”
“Of course I do. Don’t I get excited when we make love? Don’t I live with you? Didn’t I choose to be with you? What exactly suggests to you that I DON’T find you beautiful?”
“I just want to hear you say it. I need to hear you say it sometimes, and to show me just what you are appreciating.”
“I say it all the time. I just told you I love you, for crying out loud.”
“Yeah, I know, but WHY do you love me? WHAT do you love about me?”
“Oh for crying out loud, I’m not going to play this game with you. It’s never enough. I give so much, and it’s never enough. What do you want from me??? …I should just stop trying.”
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What would the world be like if women received devotional adoration regularly?
Are there men who want to give that kind of devotional attention?
Are there women who are willing to find it enough, or are they all black holes that can never be filled?
How much of the average woman’s self-consciousness, her self-esteem around how she looks, her attractiveness, her beauty – how much of this is “her problem” to be worked out internally?
How much of the average man’s reluctance to speak up in his devotion when requested is an inspired act of sane boundaries, holding the line where the request is unreasonable and unending? And how much is just fear of meeting her in such a vulnerable setting?
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I dont have the answers. Do you?
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