The Dance of Our Times 3: The Wild & Passionate Garden of Community (by Elisabeth & Joseph)

Brothers, Sisters – we love to share our own particular blend of kick-ass community: community based on recognition of the different gifts men and women bring, and of the dangers in under-recognising these gifts, and on the magic of eternity that arises spontaneously when we do.

Love is an easy word. But if you´re not in your power, and I am not in mine, then it cannot arise between us. So love is not lovey-dovey. Love must be preceded by power. What is power? Power comes through vulnerability, through repeated and consistent vulnerability. Through the willingness to be naked, to risk all, to stand and be blown away by the winds of life and death, we enter humility, and equality, and simplicity – and love.

When Woman confesses her internalised sense of inferiority before Man, and her wounded sense of superiority, her bitterness and brokenness, her immature rage, and her mature rage, and when Man confesses his conditioned sense of superiority in relation to Woman, and his guilty sense of inferiority, his inherited abuser, and his shame, and both know that they are none of this, that these are the clothes that have been passed down to us, but that we are not our clothes – then, and only then, can we meet in undomesticated, authentic love.

We cannot deny the clothes we wear. We do not walk naked. We carry our conditionings, and we blame each other, and we act them out. To deny, or transcend, leaves our couples and communities in a state of brittle, superficial intimacy. Real love requires real guts. And the world is crying out for real community based on real love. This is where personal development and social change merge and hit the road running – together.

Nature is wild. The night sky is wild. We are wild. We belong to it all. We have been sold a shabby conditioning – mental and emotional clothing that suffocates us, and distorts our true Male and Female beauty. Let us meet in the power of our vulnerability, and know the magic of meeting in the naked wildness we truly are

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