The Flame of Eros: Reclaiming the Sacred Feminine

Witnessing Her Flame

I talked with a friend about Feminism and what he called “Female neurosis”. I then told him that what he sees is the natural reaction to the death of the archetypal goddess. No wonder women feel as they do. They are starved of spiritual water. What soul would not become maddened by a grief it can not place or even name. As women have been robbed of the words for it.

Robbed of the collective feminine symbol that once provided women with spiritual nourishment, direction, and a sense of purpose beyond the masculine-dominated structures of society. Without access to this important archetype, women are spiritually malnourished, and this spiritual drought creates a deep, unconscious wound. It is a cultural failure to offer women the tools, language, or validation to express their pain.

So they channel it in rage. Anger at the patriarchy, at men, to give their grief meaning. Yet outward action alone does not heal, it does not make whole, it only swallows one in grief and rage. The grief remains unprocessed and unhealed, trapped in cycles of blame and resentment. I further told him that the feminine is also not just female vulnerability. To keep seeing them like this, is to keep them chained. Only when we see women, see the soul of the feminine, the flame of Eros dancing within them, can we lift them up out of their grief. As one soul seeing another soul. Holding their hand like a beloved. To dance with her, like Eros cradles Psyche in their embrace.

It’s about meeting them where they are, not just in their vulnerabilities, but in their inherent spiritual strength. This is not something to be "fixed" or merely rescued but something to be witnessed, celebrated, and nurtured. It is the very energy that flows through the heart of the feminine, regardless of the external conditions that may suppress it. This strength exists in the quiet moments of resilience, in the creative bursts of life and inspiration, in the quiet defiance of conformity, in the capacity to endure and to create anew even in the face of destruction. It is the flame of Eros, the life force that dances in their bones, in their blood, and in their spirits.

To meet them where they are means acknowledging their wholeness, not just their brokenness. It means offering not just empathy but also reverence for their capacity to heal, to grow, and to transform. To truly meet a woman in her pain is to see the warrior she is in her grief, the creator she is in her sorrow, and the healer she is in her struggles.