Only a weak man resists a woman’s clarity.
Only a confused man fears a woman’s direction.
My husband is neither.
He is a strong man.
Smart. Capable. Fiercely independent.
A man who built his own tools when none existed.
A man who creates from nothing.
Why?
Because the highest form of masculine power is not rebellion.
It is devotion.
A strong man does not fear being placed.
A strong man wants to know exactly where he belongs.
Not because he is lost.
Because it frees him to operate at escape velocity.
Placement is not control.
Placement is freedom.
When I place him, he does not lose himself.
When I place him, I must give myself to him fully.
When I place him, I become his harbour,
the gravity he orbits.
He moves faster.
He works focused.
He rests deeper.
He returns to me because I hold him.
His is not mindless submission.
His is trust.
He is the kind of man who does not posture.
He is the kind of man who does not withhold.
He knows who he is.
He is whole because I complete him.
He suggested this blog.
He gave me the space for this.
He gave my voice confidence.
He gave me permission to share freely.
Not just for me.
But for every woman who reads this and recognises herself.
Placement is alignment.
It is a woman creating the conditions for her man to operate at escape velocity without leaving her orbit.
He does not orbit because I trap him.
He orbits because I tether him.
Because I place him.
Because in placing him, he knows I claim him fully.
And he knows I give myself to him completely.
Read my white paper on placement here:
Placement: Toward recognition as a Somatic Healing Modality
