Pathless
Fiercely Interdependent
As spring sets in, I find myself looking around at and soaking in the blooming of flowers, warm sun, green grass, a breeze. I notice that I become happier as the sun sets later and later. Being out at the park or, even better, in the mountains or an open field, seems to give my body, mind, and spirit a quick tune-up.
The other day at work, I was working on a schedule for my employees. Since I send copies of this schedule out for them to work from on a monthly basis, I like to make it interesting and inspiring for them; to that end, I will add quotes and sometimes pictures or drawings to what would otherwise be a boring calendar. Since it is spring, I was giving this particular schedule a spring theme--a tangle of wildflowers, an outstretched hand with a butterfly hovering over it. One of my coworkers came by and saw what I was doing and made a comment about how I was playing with flowers and dolls (I would like to state for the record that I was not playing with dolls!
) I suddenly became ashamed; there I was, a grown man, putting flowers and butterflies on a work schedule. How embarassing! How unmanly! How--gasp!--effeminate!
Why is that? Why should feelings of shame wash over me, as if I had been busted doing something terribly deviant, when I am trying to brighten up a boring piece of paper and thereby, hopefully, brighten my employees' days? Why, as a man, should I be ashamed to explore the feminine?
Culturally--and more and more, globally--we are people of masculinity over femininity, competition over cooperation, passion over compassion. I don't mean to denounce masulinity and masculine qualities, but rather I am concerned about an imbalance; the dominance of masculine over the feminine.
What would happen if there was a radical feminization of culture? If all of the sudden it was with the attitude of a mother, rather than an aggressive and confused son, that we made decisions?
Is a feminization of culture even practical? If so, where does the burden rest? On women? Or men? Both? It seems to me that it takes a certain amount of courage and faith for a man to express a feminine nature. It's almost as if, as men, we're afraid that we will lose our masculinity by relaxing in a hot bath of mineral salts or accessorizing with jewelry. We're ashamed to walk barefoot through the park, humming a tune, making eye contact and smiling at strangers as we pass. And if we were to stop and smile at an unknown child, kneeling down to talk with him in simple language? Positively deviant!
A shift towards a more feminine culture would certainly do much to ease a stressed, aggressive, and overburdened world. Is it possible? How do we achieve such a thing?
The other day at work, I was working on a schedule for my employees. Since I send copies of this schedule out for them to work from on a monthly basis, I like to make it interesting and inspiring for them; to that end, I will add quotes and sometimes pictures or drawings to what would otherwise be a boring calendar. Since it is spring, I was giving this particular schedule a spring theme--a tangle of wildflowers, an outstretched hand with a butterfly hovering over it. One of my coworkers came by and saw what I was doing and made a comment about how I was playing with flowers and dolls (I would like to state for the record that I was not playing with dolls!
Why is that? Why should feelings of shame wash over me, as if I had been busted doing something terribly deviant, when I am trying to brighten up a boring piece of paper and thereby, hopefully, brighten my employees' days? Why, as a man, should I be ashamed to explore the feminine?
Culturally--and more and more, globally--we are people of masculinity over femininity, competition over cooperation, passion over compassion. I don't mean to denounce masulinity and masculine qualities, but rather I am concerned about an imbalance; the dominance of masculine over the feminine.
What would happen if there was a radical feminization of culture? If all of the sudden it was with the attitude of a mother, rather than an aggressive and confused son, that we made decisions?
Is a feminization of culture even practical? If so, where does the burden rest? On women? Or men? Both? It seems to me that it takes a certain amount of courage and faith for a man to express a feminine nature. It's almost as if, as men, we're afraid that we will lose our masculinity by relaxing in a hot bath of mineral salts or accessorizing with jewelry. We're ashamed to walk barefoot through the park, humming a tune, making eye contact and smiling at strangers as we pass. And if we were to stop and smile at an unknown child, kneeling down to talk with him in simple language? Positively deviant!
A shift towards a more feminine culture would certainly do much to ease a stressed, aggressive, and overburdened world. Is it possible? How do we achieve such a thing?