I find myself in unfamiliar territory — which is both thrilling and somewhat uncomfortable (because it is unknown). I choose to be present with my body in this moment, continuing to dive deeper into this journey of self-love and embodiment. The journey within feels like such a paradox — where two opposing ideas are both true… It is deeply beautiful, exquisite even… And it is repulsive. It is simple… And it is complex and layered. It is a journey of stillness… And it is full of dynamic shifts and movement… Parts of it are easy because you can’t help but show up and keep going… And parts of it are the hardest fucking moments to sit with. I am learning to own my feelings and experiences (as well as releasing those that do not belong to me). And I can’t believe how much my body has held onto for me over these many years. I am so grateful and also in awe that it has shown up for my every breath and moment. It carries immense wisdom FOR me. And so I choose to listen.
“Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest — thick canopies of maple trees and sweet wildflowers sprouting in the underwood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.” -Beau Taplin