A LOVE LETTER TO MY BODY.

A love letter to my body. 

You are made of stardust, of pulsing blood, a beating heart, thousands of pieces that my mind can’t fathom. 

You allow me to grace this earth, to walk this dance, to show up fully in this physical form. 
You send me nudges and sensations, bangs and pains when somethings not right.
You let me know long before my mind that it’s time to go, that the person standing across from me isn’t for my highest good, that it’s time to rest.

And I’m sorry for those times that I shushed you, numbed you and silenced you.
For the times I made you do things I wholeheartedly knew you didn’t want to do. For the times I filled you with substances you didn’t like and that sent you into a state of fear, of breaking down, of repulsion.

Trying your best to keep me in alignment with my soul, to recover from the ‘damage’.
To rebuild yourself over and over again when I thought I had burned us to the ashes.

You are the epitome of forgiveness, resilience and love.

Just like the Divine, loving me know matter how much I falter or breakdown, or stray in this human experience. A saving grace that is constantly trying to show up for me, that is constantly sending me messages, guidance and wisdom whether I have allowed the ears of my soul to hear it or not.

Completely mystical and human all at the same time. 

This melding of heaven and earth, right here in the mossy soil. In the depths of the leaves, the roots, the darkness, a vessel that carries the light. 

The alchemy of the two within the confinements of this skin.
This canvas of wrinkles, scars, veins and lines. 
This imperfectly perfect blue print of divine architecture that I gracefully chose to embody for this life time.

I’m all yours, for this blink in existence.