Desire as the Path of the Feminine: Part 1

by admin  Aug 8, 2012

This week, we bring you a 3 part blog series that explores the deep, sweet and ever changing world of the feminine. nAt OneTaste, we teach about becoming Turned On Women and Ignited Men; using desire as the compass that guides us to become the full ignition of Turn On in our lives . In this series of blogs, read the poetic exploration of one such woman as she traverses her own journey of desire, turn-on and the feminine.nnnnBy Nirmala N.nnRecently, I filled out a career inventory survey that momentarily threw me for anloop with the following question: “If you could get a message across to a large group ofnpeople, who would those people be? What would your message be?”nNormally, I’d hesitate before the sheer enormity of such an inquiry, but thisntime, I simply ploughed ahead with my customary audacity: “The body. Passion. Here.nNow. Sex. Affirmation. Serendipity. The spirit of femininity. Healing through the realmnof the unconscious and dreams. Getting into the feeling body, which connects us toneverything, and to the sacred. The route is not up, it’s down, into the shadow realm ofnour desires and fears. Only when we relinquish the idea of transcending will we truly liventhe lives we were meant to live.”nAnd even before I read my words to confirm that they resonated with my corenvalues (or resided within the parameters of what was being asked), I breathed one wordninaudibly to myself, which was all the confirmation I needed: “Yes.”nn**nnMy initial forays into the feminine took place in the refuge of fairy tales. And bynfairy tales, I don’t mean the insipid, watered-down Disney fables about ineffectual, air-nheaded chicks just waiting for their Prince Charming to brandish a sword, profess theirnlove, lift a deadly curse, and make everything peachy-keen. I was more interested in thenurchins, runaways, abductees, superheroines, cross-dressing questers, anyone who fellnoutside the narrow purview of docile bit character.nIn these stories, the ever-present danger of wicked stepmothers, jealous sisters,ntyrannical patriarchs was the backdrop (despite the presence of friendly witches alongnthe way). The heroine’s journey was forged by dint of her own strength and conviction.nThe quest was one that took her away from the false security of Mommy and Daddy’snhouse and into the dense thicket of her own desire, teeming with creatures bothnterrifying and enchanting. The stories I was most attracted to were the ones in whichnthe female protagonist voyaged into the depths of her mature feminine self, awash inntranscendent desires and ominous fears. Unlike the stories with male protagonists, ournheroine’s process of transformation was slow and sometimes excruciating, fraught withnthe most perilous undertakings—the ones that were about internal rather than externalnmetamorphosis.nFairy tales taught me a lot about human nature but this was the takeaway I’llnperhaps hold most dear: even if you think you’re navigating the peaks and valleysnof your life with wisdom and aplomb, you might eventually discover you were usingna compass that wasn’t your own. The metaphor of Persephone being lulled into thenunderworld of her very being is familiar to many of us who have banished the shadownnwisdom of femininity to the cellar. Persephone is in all of us: women who may have atnone point faithfully driven on paved roads and stuck to well-lit thoroughfares, but who onnsome level, were aware that the most enriching and fertile regions would only be foundnin the detours that led straight into the wilderness of the deepest, most secret self.