I am letting my body lead.
What is true that whether I like it our not she is.
Always has.
I am now willing to accept that she has the better way.
This body, her imperfect perfection, is my carrier though this physical world. She holds every beauty, every trauma.
She is my gateway to the unseen mysteries of the sacred. Through her I can sense into worlds beyond this one, love beyond measure, magic.
How can one not be anything less than amazed and devotional?
And yet I often am, to a punishing degree.
We are taught to fight against our physical self, trying to make her something she was never meant to be. An exact number number on the scale, a desired clothing size, a certain shape . We are in a battle of more here, less there, different.
My response to my body’s need for help has too often been annoyance, disappointment, anger, blame, shame.
I want it to be different. I want my response to my body to be loving, joyous, respectful.
I want to allow her to bring to me everything my life has to offer.
I want to receive her.
Always, not just when it is easy.
How do I take Holy Reverence to the deepest level of my physical Self?
How do I, do we, set down the programed way of being, reinforced everywhere, that our bodies are not enough? That they are flawed, must be fixed, changed and hidden? Or that they must be exploited, pushed, stretched beyond health to prove we are worthy?
I have some ideas, I have some ways I know work.
But really, all I need to do is listen. Listen to the whispers of my body. Learn the language of her symptoms and her pleasures. It is all Divine communication.
I am deepening into a kinder way, a more effective way of being with this amazing, perfectly imperfect, my-one-and-only body.
Hallelujah and Amen.
Can you relate? What are your thought? Please leave a comment, I would love to know.
