laterals

 
We give too much. I sigh, thinking of women's gifting, always asking "what can I do for you, what do you need from me, for me to be for you?" That this is an offering. This is what we do. Am sure it's related to the maternal essential. We risk everything, life even, for the connectedness of love. What is the exchange rate? In my stories of origin it would be a sin to demand, to perceive this offering as anything but an unexpected gift. From women or men either. Then I think of the other side of this female offering that stirs up and asks in return from ourselves and others and often without awareness for more than can be given or is ready to be let go of. That shows what could be, energizes and then frightens putting too much in touch with the inevitable leaving all-loss breaking of the heartpart. Too much. And yet we ask, let us in. Let us in. Until, sometimes, we are forced to face the necessity of leaving. The only chance for change. returnh.2.htmlshapeimage_2_link_0