The Divine Masculine
This being Father's Day makes me contemplate what the Divine Masculine means to me. I've never thought of Father's Day as anything other then in the Hallmark way. Unlike Mothers Day where I honor my Mom, other women in my life, Mother Earth and the Divine Feminine.
The word "Masculine" conjures up all kinds of negatives for me...agression, repression, control... as a child it meant protection, strength and reliance.
In my home growing up in the 60's, the gender lines were more fluid.
These were four of the six or so men that represented the "male figures" in my life as a kid. Starting left... My "Uncle" Pete was married to my dad's very close cousin Shirley. He was always smiling and laughing plus I always found it romantical that he's gone against a lot to married my "Aunt." My Uncle Carl was an intellegent, interesting man. My Dad loving, caring, gentle and adventurous. The man in black is my uncle Lloyd, dark, evil, scary.
My parents best friend Dick was intelligent, artistic and musical. My "Uncle" Ruben was our neighbor, our families were friends. He was fun loving, musical, kind and inventive. As a kid, most of the men in my life had gentler souls then a lot of men. Their roles weren't as defined as most of their peers.
As a kid I dressed in both boy and girl clothes. I played cowboys and indians, dress up, Barbies but mostly I rode my imaginary horse. Both my Dad and Mom cooked, did DIY projects, yardwork, art, music and took care of me and my sister. I think being grounded in the freedom to be myself has allowed me to return back to the fluidity of the Divine Feminine and Masculine.