Passionate Women

As our lives continue to unfold, so does our longing to be cherished. Without it our soul feels depleted. For us, it is very simple. We need to be the reason for the adoration in his eyes. As he continues to bide for our touch and then our love, we bide for his love and then his touch. We can not truly give all that we are- if he does not love all that we are. This longing whispers to us like a faint child's cry, never faltering, never wavering.


Within our logic, we accept that to expect this is to lead to paths of loss and rejection, yet the longing imprisons us. We continue our lives, indulging in our own sensuality, a career, a home, ourselves, and material things; sometimes for moments of joy. 

At times it haunts us again, and we feel we are floating without a raft in a sea of stone expressions and heavy hearts. This poetic dream of complete abandon is so essential, so fundamental for us, yet we sometimes endure an entire lifetime without it. We are dreamers of passion, caught in a world of only the physical, and precisely designed to draw it near like a puppet on a string...

Somehow, as time finds a way, our longing begins to fade, or transform, as inherent survival of the heart permeates our soul. Instead of waiting for that feeling to encompass our lives and define us, we learn to create that feeling within ourselves.

Our inner passion finds peace in the little things. We can look at a flower and feel we are seeing it for the first time. Sounds begin to have texture and colors more vivid. Our hearts are filled with joy at all earthly gifts we've been given. We find solace in friendships, art and the love of family.

As we continue on this path, we will have the choice to walk through the deepest forest, yet we will choose the meadow in front of us. Where we had once dreamed of the future, we now become one with the present. We literally find the answers- not just in our hearts, but in our our soul as we begin the journey into motherhood and true maturity of a passionate woman.