Soften Your Hunter's Gaze

The pursuit of women in our lives runs the risk of narrowing our vision. We become like hunters, our gaze focused on the prey before us. Are they beautiful enough? Where’s the hot one? Where are the big breasts? Are they too hot for me? Damn, why aren’t I talking to all of them?

There are so many of them! We get overwhelmed by the choice. And being overwhelmed, we run the risk of inaction. 

Maybe we should soften our hunter’s gaze and feel the world around us. Feel the women around us. Let’s look at all the beauties with a sense of curiosity. Who is my girl? Which one? They can’t all be!

Find the girl who pulls you in. The energy will be subtle yet powerful, like meniscus on the edge of a glass. The rest of the beauties are there to admire and flirt with. They are not your girls.

Soften your hunter’s gaze. Turn your intuition towards something more mysterious. Soften your gaze and be curious about who shines. She’ll have a glow, an aura about her. 

And she’ll show up when you’re not hunting. 

And when that one girl shows up, you’ll feel a pull. You can let your courage muscles relax. And you’ll feel your body moving towards her. 

It happened to me the other day. I was at the crazy Bali Spirit Festival in Ubud. The celebration was filled with airy beauties in full flow - headdresses, face paintings, clothing like costumes, the works. So many beautiful women. And yet I found myself not that attracted to any of them. I think it was the spiritual masquerade - so much effort put into the show of spirituality. 

And so I let them pass. Not without some confusion on my part. Was my ego taking me out? I was losing faith. 

But then, I was at a lecture on kundalini sexual healing and connection (yowza). I softened my gaze and gently scanned the crowd, looking past all the bejeweled beauties…

….and there she was, sitting far across the hall, simply dressed in an orange jumper, dark curly hair, big brown eyes, a gently glowing energy. 

I was a bit stunned. Why wasn’t everyone staring at this beauty?

When the lecture was over, we both walked to the exit at the same time. Our eyes met, she smiled shyly and these words fell out of my mouth… “Excuse me, I’m sure many men find all of these women beautiful, but for me, you are the most beautiful.” 

How did this poetry fall out of my mouth?

She lit up and melted a little. Salma was from Egypt. We had a nice chat until her friends showed up and gave her that pulling energy.  I was leaving that night, she was staying. Logistics! But I got her number and we’ll see what the universe has in store for us.

Soften your hunter’s gaze and find the beauty who glows.

Then just follow your feet.