“Once we meet him, we’d better have our spiritual chops down, because the attraction— his smell, the chemistry between us — will tempt us to forget the truth if it’s not a solid part of us already. If it is, then there is no higher high than that of the passionate love. I don’t have sexually intimate relationships with women, but I assume they are the same joining. I do know that when a woman loves a man and opens to him and lets the spirit move her, the ride is a ride to the center of things. Our bodies don’t just feel as though they melt, they do melt; and our spirits don’t just feel as though they merge, they do merge.
We enter a divine room when the Goddess meets her consort and beckons him to enter. Her joyful hello is often “Hello, again!” for in that place we can remember that we’ve known each other before. How glad we are to be back whenever we find ourselves in love together. How lonely we have felt at times, and how ecstatic we are to spend some time at home.
How important it is to know that he is as tender as we are and just as lost and just as scared. Until we know this, we miss the point. We think he’s such a monster, until we see he’s such a boy. Like us, scarred from Daddy’s whatever disaster; so too is he affected by Mommy forever. And all of us stumble and cry and fall and seek in each other the relief from our pain. We are meant to be that relief and more than that. We are meant to be the healing of the wound; and if we will allow it, our love will heal us both.”
A Woman’s Worth, Marianne Williamson, P. 80-81
