Embody the Temple of Your Soul
As Maidens we are often taught that this body belongs to the world.
It belongs to the lustful eyes of men and to the hungry world of marketing. It does not belong to us, it can be taken by anyone who wishes to take it. Robbed of our right to consent. It becomes a form of currency that we can trade and sell to win attention, affection, fame, fortune, and wealth.
As Mothers we are often taught that this body belongs to the family. It belongs to the mouth of the child and to the needs of the husband. It belongs to the health of the community and the sorrow of a friend. It belongs to the tasks and responsibilities and service that make us a "good woman." The body may grow weary and we may forget to feed the garden that constantly produces food for everyone else.
As Crones we are often taught that this body is worthless and unwanted. It no longer bears fruit nor appeals to the eye. It is dead and dying and we should resign ourselves to the television, a nursing home, medications, and wait patiently until death arrives. Forgetting that the bones, the blood, and the flesh of the Crone carry the wisdom that seeds a new generation.
This body is sacred and holy and it has nothing to do with how pleasing it appears to anyone else, how closely it aligns with any external standard of beauty, or how efficiently it produces anything we've been told to value. It does not matter who has dishonored it, raped it, taken from it, judged it, or abused it.
This body is sacred and holy because it is. Because it is alive. That alone is evidence of Goddess. Of true divine nature. Your body is sacred and holy. It belongs to no one but you. It is the temple that Goddess has gifted you for this miraculous sensory experience of being human.
Tell me sister... how deeply do you truly desire to honor and em-body this body? The lighthouse of humanity? The temple of your soul?
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