Sloppy Kalis and Bypassing Shivas…
I met a woman…
Wild. Almost feral.
“I am the feminine storm!” Her hair was wild. Her eyes like a straining horse. “And your job is to handle it.”
It was a practice for me.
It’s a funny thing about me – and most men – it seems.
We love a good challenge.
Spit in our hands.
Bring it on!
I did my best to take her barbs. Her slaps. Her admonitions when I would say something in public she didn’t like.
Until I called it quits.
Here’s the issue…
Braving the “feminine storm” is a great concept for men.
Until it isn’t.
Because while “the feminine” may be a storm – full of lightning and sudden winds and miraculous beauty and rainbows lighting up the sky…
A flesh and blood woman is not a storm.
She’s a PERSON.
And a PERSON self-reflects. Self-corrects. Amends and heals inner darkness and triggers.
An evolving person engages.