Kneel in Adoration
I found myself thinking recently about what would happen if I met a teacher I admire most highly in person.
When I thought about encountering him in a public place, I could feel in my body that the most natural thing to do would be to kneel at his feet and kiss his hand. I could feel that I would probably cry.
I'm not sure what else I would be able to do in his presence.
All this is to say that there are men in this world I admire so fiercely, my body's first instinct is to kneel at their feet.
I am not that soft and yielding feminine bowing to any man, and the bow I make to a tyrant is one that leaves him humiliated.
But I have deep reverence for the exquisite masculine on this planet right now in the form of men I adore and admire simply for the men that they are. It often literally brings me to my knees in their presence.
This is the thing my work invites women to touch.
There is a place in you that loves and adores and reveres men, and you are the one gaslighting her by offering that to the meek, trying to apply it to men you deem unworthy, rather than giving yourself over to be owned by it.
When your adoration for men owns you completely, you can only have your attention on admirable men.
When you expose yourself to men unworthy of your attention, you are hesitant to give yourself over to adoration, and that hesitancy keeps you on the playing field of men who aren't worthy of adoration.
You aren't giving adoration,
so what only gives to adoration
doesn't give to you.