Through honoring my vessel that I call my body,
I connect with my ancestors,
With spirit and the earth.
As I move about in this world to do the work of healing and cleansing my ancestral minds,
They support me.
I see that food and all of its simplicity and complexities is not a tool of separation,
Class distinction or suffering.
I see that it is truly a vehicle for connecting with one another,
With spirit and the earth.
And the act of preparing food with love and honor and consuming food in the same manner is a conscious practice of sustaining and nourishing the beautiful vessel which houses my spirit.
This practice is my most sacred and primal prayer.
As I gaze upon the sculpture of flesh and bone,
This mound of earth and water,
I marvel at the architectural mastery of the Creator and those before me.
In reverence and awe of this masterpiece,
I vow to honor the artistry of the divine through the refined care of this vessel.
I am beautiful,
Powerful and worthy.
Despite what I may have been taught,
I have been and will always be enough.
I am that which I seek and the comforts of food,
Drink,
Habits,
Possessions and the company that I keep.
And I recognize that these things fail to fulfill me because they do not measure up to the true nature of the divine that resides within my being.
My body reminds me of this.
After each act in which I engage,
Whether it is satisfying or unfulfilling,
I remain.
Beautifully and resiliently I remain.
Today I acknowledge that there is no substitute for honoring my body and that is a vital piece of walking the spiritual path on this earth.
I am the divine essence of my ancestors,
Of spirit and the earth,
Pressed from the walls and waters of my mother.
And like the oils of the plants,
My essence is essential.
My essence is potent and it is healing.
And I invite the spirits of the plants to remind me of this.
