I didn’t listen to my body. When it said “Move”, I said “Hush, I’m too tired”. I wanted comfort and nothingness…a place without challenge.
I didn’t listen to my body. When it said “Enough”, I said “I’m not numb yet”. I wanted fullness and escape…a space where I did not have to think.
I didn’t listen to my body. When it said “Water”, I said “Wine”. I wanted levity and laughter…a feeling of acceptance.
I didn’t listen to my body. When it said “Breathe”, I said “I have no time!”. I wanted plans and control…to know I was taking care of business.
And because I didn’t listen, my body fought back. Sickness, fatigue, bloating and sadness ensued. I floated away from the truth into an illusion of unworthiness. I let the noise take over the silent calm within. I gained weight. I cried a lot. I yelled a lot. I slept. And then one day, I awoke.
This is not living.
It occurred to me that there is a wisdom that lives in each of us that has nothing to do with being perfect and pleasing others. This wisdom speaks to loving myself…to taking care of myself so that I can do what I came here to do.
And when I listen…
The days flow effortlessly. I feel light, rested and loved! I move gracefully and beautifully. I speak softly and giggle. I offer a smile and an embrace. My words are kind. My body is firmer and I glow!
I no longer deny myself that vibrant health. My body is not the enemy but my greatest ally! It speaks to me of love, of care and of moderation. It speaks to me everyday and now everyday…I listen.