Coming Home to My Self I am happy to be at home, to have come home to my Self. In my darkest hours, I tried to crawl from my own skin. Escape like a snake and walk away from it. I have grown new skin, shedding that which doesnt suit me and I am comfortable in my body. It is a wonderful container for my spirit and it has waited patiently for me to one day love it. My body is an animal and I, a woman who loves animals, have abused it. How could I? Would I purposely starve a bunny? Would I exercise a puppy until it collapsed, exhausted? Would I deprive a fish of water? Would I call a hamster chubby? (um, youve got me there). Would I taunt the birds with bags of seeds and say, But you cant have it? Would I trap a squirrel in a tiny cage and take away its freedom? I have treated my poor body with contempt and disdain and not an ounce of compassion and like an animal it forgives me. After all the trauma Ive put it through, my body has not betrayed me, Indeed, it has grown more beautiful. After all these years of homelessness, I belong to myself. LBM 12/30/03
Posted on: Mon, 06 Oct 2014 11:38:08 +0000
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