The Beauty of Feminine Connection

Once a week, on Saturday afternoons, all the men here gather in their incredibly cool dark, lit up, completely creatively designed and pimped dungeon to play an epic game of “Dungeons and Dragons” for about six to eight hours.

At this time, the women are free to enjoy their afternoon as they like. 

Despite being free to do anything that our hearts desire. All the women here end up migrating towards one another with a magnetic force of enthusiasm. Our Saturday afternoons become a feminine ritual of sorts. 

We gather our nail polish, chick flicks, chocolate bars, and face masks and seem to always find our way to each other. Sometimes plans are made to meet up, but usually, in pure feminine fashion, we all flow together organically at some point prepared for fun. 

We bake cookies, pass around some joints, and speak beautiful truths from our heart, or simply just excitedly scream for no reason whatsoever until we are on the floor laughing. It's perfect. It's precious. It's pussytime, and as I am reflecting on my life here in the Jungle. It is one of the greatest gifts in my life. Time together with women. 

Looking back on my life, I always remember having close groups of girlfriends. Joining a sorority certainly had its fair share of estrogen flying around. But it really is not until now, having been a married woman for nearly five years, that I truly understand the value in this time for my happiness and well being and the boost it gives to my relationship with myself and my husband. 

So, naturally, I asked myself why? Why is it that this time that I spend with women, fills me up, and makes me feel happier, more alive and better than ever personally and in my relationship. 

Well, the simple answer is, because I feel one with, because I feel like it is a space and place and time where I can express all parts of myself that may want to come. I feel it is a space where I can let go, and fully embrace an energy and polarity that fuels me. The feminine. 

What do I mean when I speak of polarity? 

I mean, masculine & feminine, yin and yang, alpha & omega, dark and light. The best way to think of it is a magnet. The two opposite sides attract while the two same sides repel each other. 

I have found using polarity as a guiding force in my life has not only incredibly helped me navigate personal choices within myself, but has also greatly helped  me in  understanding my relationship to the world, my friends, my husband and most notably myself. 

The more time and energy I put into cultivating the feminine essence within me, the better I feel. The more aligned I feel with myself and my choice to be a happy, and feminine woman.

Here, among other women who value and cherish this as much as I do, we all come together to help one another truly understand the power of the feminine. We are sisters. We boost one another up and create a space where we talk openly about our shared experiences and feelings in navigating life as a woman.

I felt gratitude for this so strongly last weekend. The men were all together playing their game and we had cooked dinner. After the dinner, we turned down the lights and put on some epic tribal house music playlist. What started as just stretching and a bit of yoga turned into me dancing the entire night.

Letting go, feeling uninhibited and more one with myself and my body than I had all week. While dancing wildly around the room, I would open my eyes and see not one but all the other women also up doing the same. It seemed we all craved some flowy movement. 

A smile came to my face in knowing and feeling safe to let go in such an open way and have people around me who completely felt and understood the yearning to move and flow in the same way. People who would love me without judgement and support and boost me in the most true and vulnerable ways to express myself in all forms. We were all just high on flow, and feeling beautiful and powerful in the most natural way. 

A few moments later, my husband walked into the room. He gravitated towards me, and loved seeing me move freely and gracefully uninhibitedly. I could feel the spark and passion and desire between us in that moment, and so could he. I could feel him also wanting to melt in my arms after his long day, and just sink his head in my bosom. This is it, I thought, this is the power of the feminine, and what a gift it is to be surrounded by a group of women who equally strive to embrace, and engrave this way of being and relating to ourselves, to one another, and to our men.

I now couldn't think of my life without at least one afternoon being dedicated to time with my girls. Luckily I live a life here where we also get to work and connect throughout the week. I realize that this is not just a gift, but a luxury in life, greater than even the most refined spa. 

So, cheers to pussy power and the beauty of feminine time!