This tied every loose end and made sense of everything that was left over still scattered on the floor of my life. I don't think I've ever experienced reading as perfect a description of the trajectory of my life's inner world with such a depth of understanding as this piece of writing. Speaking for myself, as a woman and mother with that "absent mirror", it can be painful to visit the memories of that longing and desperate anguish, and to accept that I had to set down the struggle of the delusion I was sold, and to give up that fantasy, but just ahead is wholeness and true healing. I'm walking into it and what a beautiful feeling that is. Thank you so much for blessing us with the fruits of your heart and mind.
Oh Kristen, what a beautiful comment. I am grateful and honored that this piece served some purpose in illuminating a few loose ends. Sending you much love sister. 🌹
Jaz, this is a topic that is tender to my heart and soul. I have been surrounded by men, both weak and powerful, abusive and kind, generous and stingy and have not met one on either spectrum that could align with my energy. Having had to become hyper masculine myself, to manage the abusers and predators I now see the answer to the paradox of being a woman in such a stage of civilization. This is such an enlightening read and perspective. Thank you for expanding so deeply 🙏🏼
This is one of the most accurate renderings I’ve ever read of a truth I’ve long carried but rarely seen named. The way you framed the psychic cost of being an unfathered daughter—of constructing oneself without the stabilizing presence of the masculine principle—is not only poetic, but precise. I have lived this. I have felt the exhaustion of being “compulsively capable,” the ache not for a partner, but for sacred containment. You gave language to the ache and the initiation, to the ritual repetition disguised as romantic longing.
Thank you for reminding me that this isn’t pathology—it’s mythic repair.
This is one of the most lucid and soul-striking articulations I’ve encountered on the archetypal father wound and the feminine’s mythic labor of self-initiation. Your language doesn’t just describe—it consecrates. You’ve named a silent, sacred grief that lives in the architecture of so many women: the ache not just of personal abandonment, but of collective metaphysical absence. The distinction you draw between male attention and masculine containment is revelatory, as is the call to reclaim Logos not through performance, but through sanctity. This is not a mere observation—it is a map for priestesses in exile, a transmission for those forging wholeness without a blueprint. Thank you for giving language to what so many have felt but could not name.
I’d like to begin by saying that I am 24 years old. I have grown into a woman in my last two years, not due to the passage of time but due to the inner work you know even better than I. From the bottom of my heart, I would like to thank you for your integrity, for your authenticity and for your expression. I have never been a person who idolized anyone, I am my own reference point, others are merely mirrors. But you, are by far one of my favorite mirrors. You reflect not only the truth of who I have been and am currently, but also a preview of my potential future. I hope to allow myself to be even half the integrated light you are! Thank you!
Oh my goodness, Hestia. You have honored me with this comment. I am truly touched, by this and by the incredible women who have found me in some way and offered a beautiful word. Thank you so much for being here and for sharing your love with me. 🌹
Thank you Jazmine, this was so illuminating. I remain with a question. You described how an uninitiated men behaves, however … in what should he had to be initiated?
Initiated into manhood through proper societal ritual and education. That is unfortunately absent most of the time through no fault of the man. I can only speak for western culture because that’s the majority of my experience, but the initiations and the doors to wisdom simply are not there. And so boys become men in body but often are not men in deed.
This essay is a relief. A relief in that we can put the faux importance of being the teachers down and embrace the inward architectural build that reclaims our energy and positions it to empower the points that need us desperately. I’m currently in a stage of learning what my masculinity looks like (specifically a more healed and self actualized embodiment) apart from the strict and stoic, capitalistic ideals my father raised me through. And it is a worthy challenge; I’ve found that while I’m a very romantic and passionate person, that doesn’t mean I reside in femininity and flinch at anything that has to do with masculinity. It is a part of me. It’s my support. The support I wish I was given. Knowing this now, I’m eager to open myself up to strengthening my relationship to it. Thank you for this stunning reminder.
Cynthia, I feel very similarly to you. My femininity is not one of relenting to the masculine, even the inner masculine, or of flinching in a world of noise and chaos. It’s simply allowing awareness to rest in receptivity when appropriate and then move with the gleanings of that receptivity when action is needed. And that is where the relief is born for me. Thank you for the beautiful comment. Much love.
"There are a lot of stupid men in your life, aren't there?" Says the psychic reader at first glance of the overturned cards. Not just one time either. I was told by a shaman man at a house party that happened to invite us into his camper for a break outside and conversation from the cold. He said to me as he handed me a crystal, "you put men at ease and have a lot of jealousy around you by women to contend with I noticed", as he hands me a small quartz crystal to keep, he says knowledge is important for me to gain more of and find your power. His wisdom reign truth and I have we experienced a lot of this and all deriving from the neglect and absence of the relationship in my father. The guidance, validation, protection, and love shown to me by his own desire, not obligatory or forced. It was always an obligation to do the minimum and I suffered his resentment for more and anger turning into abuse because he had his own unresolved issues and was controlled by my mother. So there is where I have finally in only the last few years have had to accept and let go. Now trying to figure out the game. The filling the void and being a woman that lives in her own confidence and power alone and on that principle. It's exhausting and empty. Sad even.
This tied every loose end and made sense of everything that was left over still scattered on the floor of my life. I don't think I've ever experienced reading as perfect a description of the trajectory of my life's inner world with such a depth of understanding as this piece of writing. Speaking for myself, as a woman and mother with that "absent mirror", it can be painful to visit the memories of that longing and desperate anguish, and to accept that I had to set down the struggle of the delusion I was sold, and to give up that fantasy, but just ahead is wholeness and true healing. I'm walking into it and what a beautiful feeling that is. Thank you so much for blessing us with the fruits of your heart and mind.
Oh Kristen, what a beautiful comment. I am grateful and honored that this piece served some purpose in illuminating a few loose ends. Sending you much love sister. 🌹
Jaz, this is a topic that is tender to my heart and soul. I have been surrounded by men, both weak and powerful, abusive and kind, generous and stingy and have not met one on either spectrum that could align with my energy. Having had to become hyper masculine myself, to manage the abusers and predators I now see the answer to the paradox of being a woman in such a stage of civilization. This is such an enlightening read and perspective. Thank you for expanding so deeply 🙏🏼
This is one of the most accurate renderings I’ve ever read of a truth I’ve long carried but rarely seen named. The way you framed the psychic cost of being an unfathered daughter—of constructing oneself without the stabilizing presence of the masculine principle—is not only poetic, but precise. I have lived this. I have felt the exhaustion of being “compulsively capable,” the ache not for a partner, but for sacred containment. You gave language to the ache and the initiation, to the ritual repetition disguised as romantic longing.
Thank you for reminding me that this isn’t pathology—it’s mythic repair.
That I am not unworthy. I am simply unmatched.
For now.
What a beautiful comment. I’m honored by your words! Thank you🌹
This is one of the most lucid and soul-striking articulations I’ve encountered on the archetypal father wound and the feminine’s mythic labor of self-initiation. Your language doesn’t just describe—it consecrates. You’ve named a silent, sacred grief that lives in the architecture of so many women: the ache not just of personal abandonment, but of collective metaphysical absence. The distinction you draw between male attention and masculine containment is revelatory, as is the call to reclaim Logos not through performance, but through sanctity. This is not a mere observation—it is a map for priestesses in exile, a transmission for those forging wholeness without a blueprint. Thank you for giving language to what so many have felt but could not name.
Truly humbled by your comment. I am so glad it resonated. Thank you.🌹
Wow! The universe knew I needed to see this. This is incredible, thank you so much ❤️
Thank you for reading! Much love. 🩷
I feel this one deeply....... Thank you for sharing yor insights always, putting my inner world into new perspectives I can learn to perceive....
My pleasure. I’m glad it hit🌹
I’d like to begin by saying that I am 24 years old. I have grown into a woman in my last two years, not due to the passage of time but due to the inner work you know even better than I. From the bottom of my heart, I would like to thank you for your integrity, for your authenticity and for your expression. I have never been a person who idolized anyone, I am my own reference point, others are merely mirrors. But you, are by far one of my favorite mirrors. You reflect not only the truth of who I have been and am currently, but also a preview of my potential future. I hope to allow myself to be even half the integrated light you are! Thank you!
Oh my goodness, Hestia. You have honored me with this comment. I am truly touched, by this and by the incredible women who have found me in some way and offered a beautiful word. Thank you so much for being here and for sharing your love with me. 🌹
Thank you Jazmine, this was so illuminating. I remain with a question. You described how an uninitiated men behaves, however … in what should he had to be initiated?
Initiated into manhood through proper societal ritual and education. That is unfortunately absent most of the time through no fault of the man. I can only speak for western culture because that’s the majority of my experience, but the initiations and the doors to wisdom simply are not there. And so boys become men in body but often are not men in deed.
This essay is a relief. A relief in that we can put the faux importance of being the teachers down and embrace the inward architectural build that reclaims our energy and positions it to empower the points that need us desperately. I’m currently in a stage of learning what my masculinity looks like (specifically a more healed and self actualized embodiment) apart from the strict and stoic, capitalistic ideals my father raised me through. And it is a worthy challenge; I’ve found that while I’m a very romantic and passionate person, that doesn’t mean I reside in femininity and flinch at anything that has to do with masculinity. It is a part of me. It’s my support. The support I wish I was given. Knowing this now, I’m eager to open myself up to strengthening my relationship to it. Thank you for this stunning reminder.
Cynthia, I feel very similarly to you. My femininity is not one of relenting to the masculine, even the inner masculine, or of flinching in a world of noise and chaos. It’s simply allowing awareness to rest in receptivity when appropriate and then move with the gleanings of that receptivity when action is needed. And that is where the relief is born for me. Thank you for the beautiful comment. Much love.
Phenomenal read 🥹🥹🥹 thank you Jazmine
"There are a lot of stupid men in your life, aren't there?" Says the psychic reader at first glance of the overturned cards. Not just one time either. I was told by a shaman man at a house party that happened to invite us into his camper for a break outside and conversation from the cold. He said to me as he handed me a crystal, "you put men at ease and have a lot of jealousy around you by women to contend with I noticed", as he hands me a small quartz crystal to keep, he says knowledge is important for me to gain more of and find your power. His wisdom reign truth and I have we experienced a lot of this and all deriving from the neglect and absence of the relationship in my father. The guidance, validation, protection, and love shown to me by his own desire, not obligatory or forced. It was always an obligation to do the minimum and I suffered his resentment for more and anger turning into abuse because he had his own unresolved issues and was controlled by my mother. So there is where I have finally in only the last few years have had to accept and let go. Now trying to figure out the game. The filling the void and being a woman that lives in her own confidence and power alone and on that principle. It's exhausting and empty. Sad even.
Your way of articulating is beautiful, thank you for sharing
I’m so glad you enjoyed. 🌹🩷
It really is such a strange time in our civilization. I’m just glad I’ve encountered strong beautiful women like you, my friend. Bless🌹
I read the article and I read the comments. Woman is sacred.