Saturday, February 14, 2015

Honor Thy Body

I saw again what I had been taught to ignore, the power in the body. The cultural power of the body is its beauty, but power in the body is rare, for most have chased it away with their torture of or embarrassment by the flesh.

It is in this light that the wildish woman can inquire into the numinosity of her own body and understand it not as a dumbbell that we are sentenced to carry for life, not as a beast of burden, pampered or otherwise, who carries us around for life, but a series of doors

and dreams
and poems
through which we can learn and know all manner of things. In the wild psyche, the body is understood as a being in its own right, one who loves us, depends on us, one to whom we are sometimes mother, and who sometimes is mother to us. -

Women Who Run With the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes.

I've been so busy with to do's and projects and writing and work that my body has been aching for attention. What better day than a day celebrating love? Honor thy body by loving it. Honor thy body by using it. Honor thy body by being grateful for being you. I'd gotten a bit lost - today I saw the way. Honor thy body.

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