There was a time when I did not honor my body. I did know how to be in this body. I did not know how to live in this body. I did not know how to listen to this body. And I most certainly did not know how to respect this body.

I consumed things without consideration for what felt good to my body. I allowed people into my space that did not provide nourishing energy. I allowed men to enter my sacredness for the sake of fictitious external validation, rather than personal satisfaction. I made space in my heart for people whose heart had no space for me. I gave stress permission to take up residence in my bones, muscles, organs, and mind.

And while I have have given my body every reason to give up on me, it did not. It did what had to be done to get my attention… and yes the consequences were dire, but absolutely necessary.

I now listen to my body every day. And while my attention is not always timely, my body is still very patient. When I am attentive to my body it rewards me with remarkable sensation. Pleasure is now a very routine part of my daily experience. I now know that pain and sickness is manufactured by me, and that means that I can also assemble wellness through intentional thought, deed, and action.

M body is not separate from my spirit, but in integral part of the entirety of my being. It is both yin and yang. Feminine and masculine. Hard and soft. Strong and gentle. Pliant and rigid. Fluid and adaptable.

My body supports my dreams and aspirations. It guides my decisions. It’s discerning and highly perceptive. It’s wiser than my mind and stronger than my will.

During my time here, this is where I live. And I vow to keep my house clean, from now on.

This body is where I live. (tweet this)