This is the story told in hushed tones. It is the version of the tale they do not want you to know. After all, what is more powerful than women who know all about the blessed fires inside them that grow.
From Euroynome: The Mother of All Things by Nikita Gill
I missed a week of blogging. There was just too much heavy inside, and sometimes writing eases the heaviness and sometimes writing keeps me too much in my head. I disconnect. Overthink. Become anxious and go down infinite rabbit-hole loops.
The mind takes me away from the blessed fire inside, the intuition, the spirit, the knowingness that does not require nor seek explanation. The knowingness I feel it in the expansiveness of breath, in the openness of heart, in the eyes, though struggling to see through the dark, are wide and looking for the light, in the hands and arms open, ready to embrace, to wipe tears, in feet and legs willing to walk many many miles toward hope.
Embodiment.
Dance, movement, yoga, walking along the sea in the morning with the wind in my hair. And yet, so often I shut off my connection to my body. I play the martyr, make excuses, just get too used to pushing my body aside. I ignore the wisdom from within. And can begin to weaken myself. But, the poem reminds me that we are powerful. We are powerful because we can choose every day to remember these blessed fires within.
This week in my dance class, the teacher was showing us how to stretch and move our hands and the cushions of our fingers and she said, imagine you are working in a new pair of leather shoes. And so we all started working in our invisible pairs of shoes; then she said, now take that to your whole body.
And make your body new.
And in that moment, in my body, I felt resistance fall. I felt myself connect to the blessed fires I too often extinguish myself. I felt a connection to the constant process of making and remaking and honoring myself.
I felt myself starting to wake up, to sink in, to burn away the dross, to float, to be, to grow. I felt like I could breathe. Really breathe, for the first time in a long time.
Our bodies are so intelligent. Our bodies are powerful. Our bodies are asking for our love and respect, for healing, for release from old limiting stories no longer relevant. Our bodies are tender and our bodies need compassion.
And maybe, here’s my hope, by loving and caring for our whole selves, we can create space for others to love and care for themselves.
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