New Warriors

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The guy in me wants to be a New Warrior.

Since I was young, I always suspected we have what Rinpoche calls dynamic polarity. The balance of male/female energies that has little to do with gender identity. It is an inner process that is natural. A balance that is natural.

Being unenlightened, I've expressed this on the outside since I was little, equally enjoying 'guy' things as much as 'girl' things. I liked manly sports and (used to drink) whiskey on the rocks and ocassionally smoke cigars. I liked fluffy girly dresses, frozen drinks, and chick flicks.

My new warrior friends have explained kindly that there is a women's group I could join. I kindly explained back that the guy in me won't be able to learn about the unique aspects of the male process from being in a women's group. They get it. I sort of get it. The guy in me wants to understand how the male energies get expressed in this world system. An all mens group for my inner guy. Dynamic interior -- and wanting to learn from observation of outer process.

But unfortunately (and fortunately) there are the rules, which ultimately make it safe for the men to have their process.

The guy in me knows its an imperfect system. He's out in the cold, at least when it comes to joining New Warriors. But he has other processes, so its not so bad.

I am still glad the New Warriors have their group. Many wise new warriors have gone on to become good meditators. If you know a sensitive guy who needs a new set of male peers -- suggest this group to him. He'll have to decide for himself if it fits, but its a great place to start.

[Please don't misunderstand this entry -- I am not having a gender identity crisis. I am quite happy being a girl]

Comments

Zoë Suzanna said…
Looking at what gender is can be quite liberating. You're happy being a girl but are you not also happy whilist acknowledging your male side?

What does it mean to be a girl or a boy? Are there really such labels?

Cheers!
Mon Oct 26, 12:52:00 PM
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