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Dear community So I did my usual meditation this morning. I put a colander on my head, stuck a whisk in the air, and asked the universe a question... Today’s question was: What’s a big challenge in society?” I’m kidding about the first bit (colander and whisk). Although next time Eli asks me one of his endless “Why?” questions, I will genuinely hand him a colander and whisk. 🤣 But I did ask the question... seriously. And the answer that came up was: I gulp a little writing that publicly, because it feels edgy and vulnerable to say out loud. But perhaps courage means speaking honestly and inviting reflection together. There is a huge lack of grounded, emotionally mature male role models in society right now. Many visible male leaders model dominance, oppression, disconnection and power-over behaviour, and our culture absorbs that. At the same time, many quieter men who are genuinely trying to grow, heal and live differently are often doing so without many examples around them. Many of you know I run a men’s circle. I'll be asking men... I also realise the support we ask for externally is often something we must learn to cultivate internally. For me, the culture of men, feels deeply connected to colonisation, hyper-capitalism, disconnection from community, and inherited ideas of masculinity rooted in pressure, suppression and performance. Personally, I never met my grandparents, so I cannot fully tap into their wisdom directly. My father worked incredibly hard, and I feel blessed by what he gave me, but like many men, emotional learning often came in fragments rather than open spaces of reflection. After Eli was born, I hit depression. There were no places where I felt I could openly speak about the conflicts happening inside me as a new father and man. That’s partly why I care so much about this work now. As I work with men, especially fathers, I see how many are trying to become healthier role models whilst also healing wounds we inherited. Voicing thoughts for the first time. Bloody thoughts! I want to be a role model that honours my ancestry whilst healing some of its pain. But I don’t think men can do that alone. So I want to ask openly: To the women here: And to the men: For me personally, the kinds of relational dynamics that help me grow into healthier masculinity are: And I also realise these are things I must continue giving to myself and other men too. Anyway. I’ll let you know what tomorrow’s colander-and-whisk wisdom session brings 🤣 💫💫 Next Men's Circle💫💫 12 June 7.30pm UK time - https://menscircle.carrd.co/ And a tune! It may make you cry!
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