The beauty of the body and why the feminine woman honors it.
Staying rooted in the body is a non-negotiable way of being for feminine-led women.
It's how they feel and it's how they know.
Their primary MO is not analysis and logic.
Not that they don't do them.
It's just that they mainly use them to support what they already intuit and sense.
When women understand the good friend they have in their body,
And the power and the glory of their feminine essence,
It becomes easy to make the uncommon move from motivation-based manifestation to nourishment-based manifestation.
It feels good,
They feel looked after,
And all the external benefits that come knocking feel like added.
They're very welcome bonuses.
However,
This is not the message most women are receiving or even telling themselves.
We find the bodies often miscast in a less-than role,
With derogatory or diminishing labels from medicine to marketing,
To mainstream and more niche personal development circles,
Teaching women to see the body as something to be tolerated,
If that,
Rather than appreciated,
Witnessed and included,
As part of deep feminine nurture and natural feminine healing.
When women are conditioned to see their bodies as mechanical objects,
Lifeless coverings or,
At best,
Useful inconveniences,
Are we then surprised at the diet-slash-disconnection-slash-doing dysfunction that plagues so many of them,
Us?
This trifecta of malaise heightens the ego mind's anxious ways and feeds off the aura of lostness that settles when insight,
Intuition and inspiration are disenfranchised.
Adopting these overly-sticky masculine exaggerations result in a dimming and a muting of the gift that is magnetic feminine radiance.
Where does the feminine-led woman sense her current feeling state?
Her body.
Where does she feel the sensations of her thinking?
Her body.
What keeps her on the conveyor belt of doing is neglecting the messages of her body.
Where does her magnetic feminine radiance emanate through?
Her body.
She feels the ease or dis-ease of last night's mac and cheese in her body.
When she leans into the man who has chosen her with all of his heart,
He perceives her soft murmurings,
Inner shifts and deep shudders through her body,
Our body.
To be alive on the earth is to be in a body.
The body carries,
So to speak,
A precious soul and an enlivened spirit,
The breath of God.
The whole thing is a holy fusion.
There is a wonderful shoot of wisdom running through the essence of that union,
Easily reached when we are not playing catch that thought at double speed in our head,
Or staging a bring your own sandwich sit-in up there.
We are free to splash about in it,
Drink from it and be carried along by it.
When we see the truth of this,
It feels like someone just whispered sweet nothings all over our being.
Only it is definitely something.
We do need to be in our body to know it.
A body that is constantly sending and receiving frequencies of information to and from the living ether.
