03/05/2025
Since I was young I thought that there are confusing codes to being human.
How to chat with peers, how to dress, how to play with boys and make them like you.
There’s an old wound in me of not belonging.
Father had left for good, poverty, the brother with disabilities, a hurting mother, who left us alone at night when we were still in kindergarten, and who couldn’t handle my emotionality.
The community I didn’t have.
Being alive meant feeling alone and working on appeasing mother.
Things got much easier once she married a rich man.
A new big house, a new room, a new school, new friends, a new dog. Gifts, restaurant visits. Belonging.
All brought into my life by a man.
Patriarchal lessons learned and soon crushing desperately and hopelessly on boys.
Falling in love, my first real relationship and the terror that came with it, the fear of losing it as if that meant dying, and thus slowly but surely corrupting it.
I pretended that I knew the codes. Played games of communication and friendship, getting my driver’s license, school and university degrees, or whatever.
And have since been on a quest for truth. Over and over falling into traps of my conditioning. Wanting men to save me. Disappointing women and being deeply disappointed by them, as we still carry so much fu***ng patriarchal conditioning in us.
What I have long understood was bodies. Eros. Touch. Presence. Depth. That point of dropping into a current where another force was carrying me altogether. I call it Life.
There, opinions disappear, judgments disappear, agendas disappear, identities disappear. Socio-cultural codes don’t matter. At all.
This is where I feel safe. This is the space I like to move within and hold for others. There is safety and healing in being embraced by Life.
All is welcome here.
It takes courage to surrender into it, or sometimes to collapse into after all the holding, pushing, faking, and surviving.
It’s a coming home that indigenous peoples and ancient temple culture knew about and that we lost.
No need to culturally appropriate stuff from other cultures for this.
Breathe.
Drop.
Feel.
Let me know if I can support you in this.
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