According to IBIS World, Australians spent almost $800 million on Valentine’s Day in 2014. Goodness knows what the amount is worldwide. Wrap your head around all that for a minute. Gifts can be a beautiful thing, of course, and for anyone who thrives on giving and receiving in this way, that’s awesome. Personally and atypically, I’d rather pass on all the standard fare – restaurant dinners, flowers, chocolates, jewellery … any gifts really. I covet a different way to receive…
When meeting the masculine – especially in the vast and unfathomable landscape of love – the greatest gift and what makes the feminine heart sing is presence … and you can ramp up the OMG when it’s combined with kindness and generosity of spirit. A thousand semi trailers crammed full of gifts cannot and can never compete or compare. Not a chance.
All that I’ve heard and read about it has been confirmed in my experience – the feminine is putty in the hands of true masculine presence. We’re not talking wuss putty, we’re talking totally meeting the present moment, implicitly trusting that presence and instantly, intuitively, totally receiving it, responding to it, freefalling into it. It feels like coming into alignment with the entire universe. It’s a magical place. It opens us up, and that’s a phenomenal gift – to both.
It’s a superpower that all men have when they choose beyond the dysfunctional constructs of society’s conditioning – and the woundedness it creates – and tap into their true essence. (Just as when women choose beyond it they are able to fully invite it and fully receive it.)
A man cannot fake being in true presence and there is no space in true presence for a man to manipulate or control. There’s no subservience, it’s totally equal. Such is that rare treat – the dance of the masculine and feminine.
That moment you realise a man is fully present?…priceless.
For all other gifts, there’s a store near you.
(I will leave it for the guys to express what is priceless from the masculine perspective – funnily enough, that’s not my gig!)
© Maia Kshemya 2016-2017
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