For Women To Understand Their "Weight"

Balance is a Force. Much of our work is very, very demanding. We require focus, effort, commitment and sacrifice of all other things we might have done or been on the road to succeeding. As Women, we don't always recognize the value placed in our femininity. Our sons, brothers, friends and, yes, politicians, look to us for the thing they cannot get from each other: resistance.

Against resistance, we build our strengths, skills, other options. With a bit of resistance, we pause to consider equal opposition, respect that we live in a bigger community, and - possibly - re-center ourselves. We look up and out, ahead to the horizon and become balanced. Having made the legitimate effort, the sighting in of the horizon has a "jingle" effect, bringing the work into our second nature. Suddenly, balanced, we go smoothly, effortlessly forward. We are Lighthouse. We are lubrication. We are the computer that responds to the correct input.

On my skates, years into the work, cross-training, losing friends and not quite comprehending cut-throat competition, I "found" Balance As Force. Not unlike learning to ride a bicycle, the ability to remain upright as I rolled along came from within. I passed over it once, then snapping back, crossed it again. My divine nature grasped, gathered me up and >---< I no longer needed to think about it: I was skating.

Men need us to anchor. We aren't the anchor, we are the substance into which they can set. Our worth is the matrix that we present upon which they build. Without our willingness to serve their need for the horizon of their future, they are lost.

They don't want us to COMPETE with them for the things THEY want for themselves. They want us skating along WITH them, finding our OWN things, things WE want without asking them to sacrifice. To be equal to Men, (and I MEAN MEN, not guys, cowards, geeks or crazies) Women must be along for the ride without being dependent - unless it is always clear that it is mutual dependence - known as TRUST.

Valentine, my cat, loves and needs me.  But he does his own things.  He enjoys the tree and always recognizes that it is the holiday season when the Christmas Tree goes up.  Enjoys it.  Visits it.  Plays with the clappers on the bells, the jingling wind chime of doves and snowflakes.  When the season ends and the tree comes down, he moves onto sleeping under the bed and accepts the change.  Serene and healthy, Valentine is balanced.