You Are The Sanctuary

You Are the Sanctuary: A Meditation for Feeling Safe in Your Body Again

If you’re here, something in you is ready. Not to perform safety. Not to push through. But to gently feel safe again—in your belly, your breath, your being.

This meditation is a soft return to your body’s own rhythm. A space where nothing is asked of you. Where your nervous system is allowed to slow down, and your pleasure doesn’t have to be rushed. Where your “not yet” is wisdom, and your softness is not a failure, but a response to safety.

Through poetic language, somatic invitation, and quiet reverence, you’ll be guided to honor the part of you that protected, paused, and waited. And slowly, gently, you’ll be invited to bloom again—not by force, but by frequency.

Let this be the sanctuary your body has been asking for. The place where real safety begins. You are the seed and the soil. The sacred one and the sanctuary.

Transcript

Green one,

If you are here,

It means something in you is ready to feel safe again.

Not performative safety,

Not survival mode coping,

But real safety.

The kind that settles the belly,

That says I'm allowed to be here.

Take a breath with me,

A soft one,

No need to go deep,

Just enough to say I'm here.

So many of us were taught to override ourselves,

To bloom before the soil had thawed,

To open while still holding our breath,

To be soft before we ever knew we were safe.

But green one,

You do not open by force,

You open by frequency.

There is a tone that tells the body you can soften now,

A rhythm that tells your cells it's okay to rest,

A presence that speaks in silence,

You are safe now.

Let's begin by honoring how wise you are.

If you have closed,

If you have pulled back,

Numbed out,

Gone quiet,

It was not a failure,

It was protection.

Your body has been listening this whole time,

And she only opens when she knows that she can and that she wants to.

Now give thanks for the part of you that has kept you safe.

You have done such a good job,

You are so wise,

And you haven't done anything wrong.

Now let's begin to feel what safety might be,

Not what it's supposed to be,

But what it actually feels like in you.

Let your attention drift to the back of your heart,

That quiet place that notices everything.

What would it take in this moment to feel even 1% more safe?

Would it help to feel the ground under you?

To unclench your jaw?

To hold yourself even tighter?

Would it help to be told you don't have to figure anything out right now,

Just breathe?

This is a space where nothing is asked of you.

You are not here to improve,

You are here to return,

To the quiet,

To the truth,

To the rhythm that remembers I am allowed to take up space.

I am allowed to not know.

I am allowed to feel good,

Slowly,

Gently,

In my own time.

My pleasure is an organic process.

My body is nature,

And it knows.

There is no rush.

Your nervous system is like a tide,

Comes back to shore when the moon is right,

Not a moment sooner.

Now let your shoulders soften,

And let your eyes soften too,

Let your belly swell like a soft drum with breath.

Safety is not a place outside of you.

It is a tone,

A texture,

A tuning.

And right now,

In this exact moment,

You are tuning yourself,

With each breath,

With each touch,

With each small act of kindness that you show to your body,

Each time that you fulfill a need,

And each time you choose not to rush your bloom.

You are the soil and the seed.

You are the sanctuary and the sacred one inside it.

You are safe to feel the tingling at the surface of your skin,

To feel the ache of wanting.

Let yourself follow what feels good,

Not in the way that you've been told,

But in the way your body already knows how.

You are sensual and sovereign.

And let this end with a whisper,

Thank you body,

Thank you desire,

Thank you sacred timing of my organic pleasure.

Reviews

Thank you for this beautiful practice Nicole. Namaste