To my notice, we females effort less. “It’s Instinct,” you may say. Yes, knowing the right moment to ask, to get what you want. We make time useful, not waste time.
Women solve dilemmas more quickly than men. We don’t overthink. We feel the answer coming. There is such a thing as higher or Infinite Intelligence. You can access it. Breathing lets it in. Stop rushing and you’ll hear it.
There is something egalitarian about female power. A quality female at the center of an economic enterprise, business or home expands its success. She lessens the dangers of too much macho folly. We bring equilibrium to any mob scene, to the fractious political diaspora.
It is easier to be a woman, we take seriously the necessity of a home base. We are the center, the centrifugal force, the confident vibes, where trust earns its wings. Additionally, we value simplicity, its wisdom to make things understood.
Men like to please us, have you noticed? They value themselves more in our presence. We make them smarter, which balances nature to the benefit of all.
We get to dress up, then undress. We have the plumage, our very fuss and frivolity is soothing, pacifying. The act of putting on makeup relaxes the nerves, heightens the senses.
Catwoman always felt superior to Batman. She was smarter. Truthfully, she had a finer mind.
To me, it’s not about who has first place. These days, I say to myself: You have to eschew popularity if you want to be the best you can be.
Superiority over others is so yesterday. Would there be a Galileo without his mother, her talents, cleverness and her unfulfilled dreams?
Females who are in the know will address themselves as beloved, as wholly adored and loved in the eyes of their maker. This quintessential power to know who you are dismisses the bankruptcy, the politics of friction paraded by pseudo kingpins. Fake news is instantly recognized for what it is.
Women are natural engineers, we know how to get more for less.
In moments of distress, I say to myself: Everything is energy. That leaves me the choice of choosing solution over mayhem when under pressure. I know the value of one foot, one brick at a time for building a life, a house or relationship. Especially with family, I only react to words that reflect the better intention or motive. Admonishment toward others waits, but is often discarded. Everything is energy, so choose wisely.
On sexual harassment: short of physical violence, I didn’t mind all the things I was called. I’ve always enjoyed the underlying intention. In my twenties, I was once referred to as a “brick shit house.” Uh!… Hardly the worst thing. I looked it up, it means curvaceous, muscular, stacked. Relax girls, we are the ones who choose.
I sometimes think I regret that I didn’t sleep some of my way to the top.
Drama is a fool’s game, stick with comedy. I like 96% comedy, 4% drama. Laughter un-bottles tension. Better to watch Stephen Colbert than Donald Trump. Colbert is smarter.
I live like a cat, seeking where the expensive furniture is. The softest pillows with the prettiest slip-coverings, the places in the house to curl up where the sun warms my body all year long.
My kind of female power can’t be owned. I may feign enslavement, but I never let myself be unloved, even by myself, that would not do.
I rarely argue - I consider. I wait till enough information is in and then the answer, answers itself. My imagination does tolerate empty space.
Female power does not disagree with a compliment. Compliments shall be relished, like rich chocolate, like an inside caress. I make time to feel it, all the way up and down my body.
Let the world please you. Use your female power. It was set up that way.
Under The White Clematis
photo by Sean Black - taken 4/21/17