28/04/2026
An ode to the new generation of men.
There was something profoundly moving about witnessing the men in our last Enrootment Level Two Advanced training.
To witness something else than the version of men we were taught to expect. Not the controlled, distant, self-contained figures that know how to perform strength but not how to feel. But men who are learning to stay in their bodies.
I have seen men tremble. Not from weakness, but from the intensity of finally allowing something real to move through them. I have seen tears come, not as a collapse, but as a release of generations of holding.
Men holding space for men with presence, with patience, with love.
Something many of us never received from our fathers. Not because they did not care, but because they were never shown how. In these sessions, something ancient and necessary begins to repair itself.
I can feel it in the way they kneel beside each other, in the way they listen with their whole body. In the way they allow another man to break open without turning away. A strength that can hold intensity without shutting down and one that includes softness, care, and love.
And that kind of masculine presence is deeply needed.
We live in a time where men are often dismissed, distrusted, or disconnected from their place in society and collective healing. Where their role becomes unclear, or reduced, or even unwanted. But in this work, it becomes obvious that their presence is not only valuable, it is essential.
What I have experienced in this training is not just personal. It feels like a quiet redefinition of what it means to be a man.
Not less strong, but more real.
Not less grounded, but more connected.
Not less masculine, but more whole.
And in that wholeness, there is something deeply healing. For them, for the people they touch, and for all of us.
Dear men, I hold you in my heart as the lost boys are finding their ways to being our own definition of a brother, a partner, a son, a father, and a man ♥️
