Being Received Deeply
As my staff and I did our post class wrap up for the Healing the Pelvic Floor workshop, I realize one of the reasons why the week was so deeply satisfying for us is because the circle of women who participated this year were so open to receiving what we offered them.
We all came away feeling as though they drank us in deeply in every corner of the workshop. Every sacred ceremony was honored and they each took it in as deeply as they could, given their particular histories and current life stories. They supported each other magnificently and their hearts opened more and more deeply as the week progressed. We were in awe of what was happening.
I have been teaching this material in some form for well over a decade and it felt as though the energy of all the women who have been on my circles was present to support these women this year. The legacy is rich and was palpable in certain moments.
So as I reflect on the larger issue of having your love and support be deeply received by those around you – with healthy boundaries and grounding that keeps the container of your being as full as it can be – I realize this is a key element for all of us as human beings, but particularly for women. If we are holding a healthy basket of feminine energy for our loved ones and it is not being received, there is disruption in the flow of energy between us that is depleting.
When what you or I have to offer is well received, the flow energy comes back to us and is satisfying and refilling. The cycle is complete – and it grows exponentially. This is what falling in love is all about. You find someone(s) who see you in a clear light, and open all their doors and windows to drink you in, like a welcome cool breeze on a hot day.
I would like to end with another poem by Daniel Cryns.
One Moment
If you were to live
one moment fully
death
would be of no concern
There are more lifetimes
in one
lucid
instant
than in hundreds
of years
of fitful
dreams
More intimate tenderness
in one
glimpse
of your soul
in the eyes of
another
than a million
orgasms
drawn from the depths
of our desperate
hungers
More completion
in one
fully held
sorrow
than an ocean
of tears
drawn from the
bottomless well
of our broken heart
More nourishment
in one
taste
of God’s lips,
More life force
in one
swift gasp of
recognition
than a thousand
banquets
© Daniel Cryns
