A Return to Sacred Balance

A Return to Sacred Balance

I still love when he opens the door.
When he walks on the side of the street that shields me from the world.
When he leads—with steadiness, with grace, with vision.
And I meet him there, with reverence and deep respect.
There is a rhythm that emerges when each knows their part in the dance.

In tango, there is etiquette, structure, a sacred exchange between leader and follower.
Rooted in harmony, not inequality.
Even in modern tango, where roles can reverse, the magic is often felt when one leads with clarity and the other follows with trust.
This is not outdated, it is timeless.
It is about energy.
It is about flow.

In Eastern Medicine, this is the wisdom of yin and yang.
The dark and the light.
The receptive and the active.
The moon and the sun.
Each contains a spark of the other, yes, but their power lies in their distinction.
When we confuse or collapse these energies, we lose the beauty of polarity.
We lose the sacred tension that creates attraction, movement, life itself.

I see this collapse daily.
In my clinic, the women are tired.
Not just physically, but spiritually.
They are doing everything.
They are mothering, building, providing, caretaking.
Their plates are full.
Their essence is thin.

These are the signs of yin depletion:
Anxiety. Insomnia. Hot flashes. Mood swings.
A body calling out for rest, for nourishment, for balance.

We tell women to be everything.
To be strong and soft. To give and give and give.
But without the masculine energy holding firm, the feminine cannot truly surrender.
She cannot restore.

For a woman to thrive in her natural yin state,
She must feel safe.
She must feel held.
She must feel invited to soften.
This is not weakness, it is power in its most mysterious form.

When a man is rooted in his masculine—clear, steady, purposeful,
she is free to flow in her radiance.
He acts. She responds.
He protects. She nourishes.
He becomes the mountain. She becomes the river.
Together they shape the landscape of love.

Perhaps it’s time we restore this balance.
Embracing memory while leaving regression behind.
To return to a natural harmony where both are empowered,
by difference rather than sameness.

Let us honor our men by inviting them to lead with integrity and devotion.
Let us honor ourselves by allowing the feminine to flourish—nourished, protected, and revered.
This is not about roles imposed, but roles chosen with wisdom.
A conscious return to polarity.
A sacred restoration.

When he leads with love,
She follows with trust.
When she rests in her essence,
He rises in his purpose.

And the world begins to heal.