HAPPY NEW NOW!
As I deepen my commitment to the devotion of studying, communing with and transcribing the majesties, miracles and messages born in the body, I imagine cells, tissues, organs and systems lined up to gush ALL THEEEE THINGS we are taught do not matter “in the ‘grand scheme’ of things.”
Only … they do.
They DO matter and they are matter. They count. Fingers can touch them; hearts remember them; souls enliven them; tongues bear witness to them. In a very real sense, they ARE—our bodies ARE—THE GRAND SCHEME OF THINGS.
A few years ago, a voice whispered, “Your body is the blueprint for the lush living you crave.”
I distilled it: “Your body is the blueprint.”
What happens in the body begins in the soul, in that immaterial unseen that’s often deprioritized, ironically, for the sake of “time.” But what’s more practical than pressing our ears to the lips vessel of our very being?
What could be more important than allowing that same vessel to form our lives rather than cleaning up the fallout from our compulsive life choices fracturing the vessel’s originally-perfect design?
For years, I have wondered and witnessed how life looks–and more importantly, FEELS–when I (and those I love) prioritize our bodies’ needs and knowings over popularity, profit and mainstream palatability.
What happens when we say, “I can’t sit at a desk all day” and then proceed to create a new possibility that honors that knowing?
When I began to read my body like braille for the messages encoded within, my body gushed information that required radical transformation, but I didn't always accept what it said because the world didn’t accept what it said. It would have appeared “irresponsible” for me to not work a 9-to-5 because “my body didn’t like it.” So I wasn’t then courageous enough to remain committed to the uncharted path.
And that cost—a cost I am still repaying in many ways, but for which I no longer accumulate interest.
My body has accumulated tellings from these times. In my world, vocalizing these tellings catalyze healing: they regenerate what has withered and dissolve compulsions that inhibit vitality. That vitality is our nature. It enters and flourishes with the breath. And anything that steals our breath consistently becomes a thief of justly-due joy.
Enjoy the tellings that follow, and feel free to share your own via audio or script at themidwifesmedicine@pm.me.
Sometimes, ain’t nothing more wrong with a person or their body than an untold story. Or, an unwitnessed one.
What body part has been concerning or calling you? What story resides there, begging to be told? What are the feelings surrounding that story? How will you honor the wisdom of what is begging to be beheld within your own cells?
It’s ALL holy. It’s ALL a miracle. It’s ALL YOU.
Note: Apologies for the double-sending (teehee)! I scheduled a post that wasn’t quite finished yet. Enjoy!