The token male is always appreciated at every workshop. I love the way they can balance and hold space differently. I love the shift that can happen at a workshop when you throw in a male.
At this particular workshop he showed up and when I say that he showed up I mean figuratively and literally. He was present, all day in every way. He never backed down. He didn’t flinch on any topic that was discussed. He was open. He was vulnerable. He was raw. He was real.
He spoke about breaking patterns. Breaking patterns within his own life. Breaking patterns within his ancestral line. He spoke about healing wounds as an aspect of breaking these patterns. Healing his own wounds. Healing his ancestral wounds. I loved it. I loved every second of him being there and openly sharing.
The next morning, I sat looking out the window at my back yard. It was after meditation and before yoga. I didn’t have anywhere to be. I didn’t have a timeline and I couldn’t hear a clock ticking. I was just present. Present with my back yard and a cup of coffee. I loved the sensation of the floor pushing back up at me, reminding me that I was well grounded. I loved the sensation of the morning air blowing through the window causing goosebumps on my arms, reminding me to go with the flow and find the lightness in life. I loved the smell of the earth, reminding me that the earth nourished me and helped me to grow.
As I stood there, he crossed my mind. He spoke so openly and freely about the patterns within himself that he was breaking. He spoke about the ancestral patterns that he was breaking. I wondered if he could see the societal or collective pattern and healing that he was doing. Could he see that by simply showing up he was making an impact on the collective. Could he see that by showing tears and being vulnerable he was healing the collective. Could he see that by holding space, in a spiritual workshop, with a group of women that he was having an impact on the collective male and ultimately the collective female. Could he see that “showing up” figuratively and literally was about so much more than just him?
