Every love story has its own path. But they all involve surrender. To surrender is to allow. It’s an opening to what is already there, breathing space into the alchemy of emotional intimacy.
“We women haven’t been taught to choose a man who will serve our soul. We’ve been taught, instead, to choose men who will save us: from poverty, from our loneliness, from being single, from a society that values marriage over sacred intimacy.
But now things have changed, we have changed them, and we can courageously describe that desire within our soul: We want a partner who is conscious of his own sacredness. We want a lover who can vulnerably share himself with us.
Wise woman, wild woman, ancient muse of artists and poets, you crave a partner who can discern your siren call.
You’ve been the shadow that’s slipped past him on moonlit walks when he’s been searching his heart. He’s reached out to grasp you, but the time was never right.
Like a wisp of wind, you’ve eluded him on his journey toward enlightenment.
While you’ve been soaking your bones in mystery and reading sacred texts, he’s been feeding his mind with poetry and prose.
Perhaps he wasn’t ready, perhaps you weren’t either.
You are awoken in a way that no longer draws an ordinary man. You need a man whose strength is not only in his hands. You need a man whose character makes your heart pound and your body lose control.
Wild woman, spiritual seeker, choose a man who’ll feed your soul.
You know your sacred man exists because you’ve seen him in your cards:
When you find a man who feeds your soul, you find a man who can feed your body as well.
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*Polyamory: The philosophy or state of being in love or romantically involved with more than one person at the same time.
And for the record, it’s not polygamy. But every conversation I’ve had recently about polyamory has had some mention of polygamy, even if it was just a passing joke to make the distinction.
The most frequent comment I hear from readers is that they never thought they would be “one of those people.”
Sally, an executive with a reputation to protect, confessed that she has never felt such freedom in her heart, since she has become romantically involved with two other people.
“You know, everyone assumes it’s about the sex, and of course we’re having it (in spades), but it’s really about finding expression as a human being. I mean, if I fall in love with two people, or three, why am I labeled a freak?”
Because, Sally, we have been programmed to believe that it’s impossible and wrong to intimately love more than one person. The reasons we believe this are complex and connected to the survival of the ego.
1.~Poly love must be entered into with the same commitment to honesty, respect, and transparency as any other relationship.
Every relationship is subject to these cornerstones, and just because we swing from the chandelier with more than one lover, doesn’t mean that we can skip honoring our love in this way.
When it comes to dishonesty, don’t accept anything in poly love that you wouldn’t accept in another relationship.
Poly doesn’t mean “no rules” unless you’ve all agreed to it. Even with no rules, we have to observe the other people’s boundaries about having no rules.
If you’re entering into a new poly love and feel that all partners aren’t on the same page about certain requirements, have a discussion about it. If things don’t feel right, don’t do it. Make sure that you state your needs clearly. Often we don’t get what we want from a partner because we have simply failed to ask. If they’re angry because of your honesty, then this is a clue about the longevity of the relationship.
More here my loves, Three Things to Know before Seeking Polyamorous Love. | elephant journal
“You were an unexpected surprise, the defining moment. The collision of stars that slammed into me hard and sent my neat little world plummeting into the ocean. I never expected it to be you, you know? But it is you. It’s all you. And now there’s no looking back.” ~ Beau Taplin
Love grows silently in those times when we are least aware of what the heart is doing. While we focus outward on our lover, the inward work of the heart is done.
Love grows quietly after we’ve made love, after soft touches, and fervent embraces.
Love grows after arguments when we are suddenly aware of the fragility of true connection.
Love grows like an out of hand fire in-between the moments of meals shared, hands held, tears shed.
Love grows while we’re sleeping, tucked in against each other, skin on skin, breasts to chest.
While we’re paying attention to the mundane things in life, love softly speaks to our soul, reminding us of this touch or that, this spoken tenderness or that heated kiss, and expands into every nook and cranny of our being.